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Spring Snowdrop
06:15
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Spring Snowdrop
To drive a swine through the hanks of yarn,
a sybarite on the virgin pall,
winter whitened fields.
We who sleep must now awake,
those who rest we set to work.
Spring thrust it stake through frigid rime,
hoarfrost cluster the snow-line down,
to incite the fields.
We who sleep must now awake,
those who rest we leave behind.
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High Broad Field
04:55
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A High Broad Field
That the seed will shoot and germ
in the season tumble churn.
That we rise and that we yield
to tend a high broad field.
And every flower will bear a fruit.
And every seed will plunge a root.
On this high broad field.
On this high broad field.
His cloak a thousand seasons green,
from a thousand winters freed.
In the flex of seasons bound,
strive to rise, cherish the land.
And every flower will bear a fruit.
And every seed will plunge a root.
On this high broad field.
On this high broad field.
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Modron
06:25
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Modron
Modron! Modron!
Hunger as lightening, fear as rain.
Laughter as slaughter.
Our song, our joy, our game.
Brace in our hand, harness in the seed.
Trace in our palm, nurture, charm, and feed.
Anger as lightening, tears as rain.
Hereafter as daftness.
Our skill, our craft, our gain.
Brace in our hand, harness in the seed.
Trace in our palm, nurture, charm, and feed.
Crag, fell and moor. Her soil. Life's will
a mighty grittiness. Celebrate the life.
Black moon, white sun. Our ebb and flow
a honeysuckle bitterness. Celebrate the life.
Of love, of faith. The tension of a bowstring life.
Celebrate the life.
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Rite For The Unfulfilled
05:39
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Rite For The Unfulfilled
Dan changed the Royal's projection room reels for forty years. The peril of his job, and the many stairs down to her ticket booth meant they never hit it off.
Apart from the slap in '68, his first true sign. He'd say “Beryl” passing her on the stairs. He contented himself. He'd decapitate her from brochures.
But his own internal movie remained unaltered; over and over without judder or falter, his Beryl from reception, his Beryl at his alter.
Sat aloft as the film reel flickers, he'd stick her head on girls without knickers. Stuck to a box. Beryl akimbo, Beryl astride, Beryl unspeakable, a Beryl tide.
But his own internal movie remained unaltered; over and over without judder or falter, his Beryl from reception, his Beryl at his alter.
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Death Tape Updated For 2020
How very much I’ve loved you, how very much I’ve tried.
The just and reasonable demands of righteous people.
Someone’s gonna shot the pilot. I didn’t plan it, but I know it’s going to happen.
Their victories have not been yours, their triumphs not your triumphs.
If you knew what was ahead of you.
Let’s make a beautiful day. Revolutionary; suicide, all is lost.
The likes of which the world has never seen before.
Lay down your life with dignity; don’t lay down with tears.
Their pain is our pain, their dreams are our dreams.
Now arrives the hour of action.
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6. |
The Overlords Are Back
03:58
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The Overlords Are Back
Oh crumbs, oh snap.
Under dirty water, on our back.
The Overlords are back.
Oh crumbs, oh larks.
The world is run by thugs, who’s the mug? The Overlords are back.
Oh crumbs, oh dear.
Planet Earth is due a reset here.
The Overlords are back.
Oh crumbs, oh flip.
Can you hear the Doomsday clock tick?
The Overlords are back
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Written In Fire
06:24
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Written In Fire
Written in firelight, written in fire.
Our speckled horse
rides a visionary sky.
Our nomad mind
hunts fertile plain.
Written in firelight (we are) written in fire.
Hail horse and bull
calibrate our awe.
Dream-sift the world
Written in firelight (we are) written in fire.
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Barry The Astonishing
05:41
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Barry The Astonishing
The Astonishing, Ceremonial Master.
Orderer Of The Wood, rooted in the sky.
Channels his inner Estonian,
his will will be clad with wood.
Braced joints will bear great timber,
words will burn for a solid fuel bard.
The Astonishing, Ceremonial Master.
Orderer Of The Wood, rooted in the sky.
“You may freeze in Fell Foot Wood, but you'll burn in Hell”
(says Barry cheerily).
“Do you like boiled rice?”
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Missolonghi Sky
05:06
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Missolonghi sky
The world ruptured my innocence
and the pallid English sky.
Here while I sweat the Missolonghi sky.
A sensual abyss. The final sensual abyss.
Plant my heart, a seed to bear a tree
to bear the fruit for the birds that sing for me.
I cut the hair and bled too- possibly,
so let them sing!
Here’s to her who long has waked the poet’s sigh –
The girl who gave to song what gold could never buy.
Here’s to her who arched her back my desk –
The girl who gave to song a tongue, my quill and the rest.
Here’s to her naked truths – I penned them all –
That girl uncovered genius between the sheets of dross
Here’s to her, her lines that made the poet’s sigh.
I’ll wring that obstinate little heart.
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