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SIEBEN LIVE IN CONCERT - WINTER SOLSTICE SPECIAL

by Sieben

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1.
Coldbloods Who let the hawks hang the higher ground? Who led the crows to circle round? Starting to feel a little nervous now. Don’t let them near the switch, hey! Who let the vipers take a hold? A slither of lies that became a road. Can’t just be me that’s starting to feel a little nervous now. Who let the primal shape control? Who let instinct steer the wheel? Can’t just be me that’s starting to feel a little nervous now. Don’t let the coldbloods take the stage. Who let the reptiles free their cage? Who let them loose on the modern age? Who let the reptiles free their cage? Can’t just be me that’s starting to feel a little nervous now.
2.
Peterson’s Seat Peterson told me when the stamping stops the cogs will snag the sky will catch and halt, our clock will stick, and rattle-shut music die. Peterson told me of the silence of drips and the ravage of weeds, round his lonely seat machinery of green ratchets its need. Peterson told me the hum would stop, but it did not. The cogs still flourish, rattle and shuttle. The clock still stuck the hum beneath my feet.
3.
Sing Loud So much beauty in this world, so much to sing for. So much beauty to unfurl. So much to care for. Sing loud for those who work an honest day. Who add to the whole, who give to the world, who won’t take because they can. Sing, Sing, Sing!
4.
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.
5.
Virgin in the green By virgin in the green she took me, down by the banks of celandine. We fucked and wore the summer in, we rolled and wore the summer out. Made love a mist to hide in, made lust a drink to drown in. Made both a shirt to wear and discard. We talked musk mallow birdsong, loosestrife violet joy. The dodder-drained sun. Spurge the cut-grass whimpers. The creeping yellow cress sun. Summer's here and now. By virgin in the green the foxglove blush, sticky-grass hair snagging summer scent. We fucked and reeled the summer in. We rolled and wore the summer out. And sang: I the babbling meadowsweet stream, she the scented campion fields. I to cup the buttercup moon, she to wear a daisy-chain of stars.
6.
Long live the Post Romantic Empire Go in under leaves in opulent dawn. In mulched Autumn undergrowth. Reign over. Reign over. Long live The Empire, writ in water, heaven thrown. Long live The Empire, A daffodil will jewel its throne. Long live The Empire, Swift and swallow overhead. Long live The Empire, The Empire is dead. Go in under leaves in opulent dawn. In mulched Autumn undergrowth. Reign over. Reign over.
7.
Handfasting Man is no inverted tree, his roots not in heaven bedded. Charlock firmly to the soil, bindweed nion to rock and field. Not to rail against the sky, spread our leaves to catch the light. Once woad in bluebell wood, the world was home, the larch was hewn. Once woad in bluebell will, the world was home, the eyebright sown. Wood will! Wood will! Man is no germless seed, ripped from a rib indebted. Sharp as shepherd’s needle need, hitched us to the fields we wedded. Not to rail against the night, our woodruff chant our wood will ply. Once woad in bluebell wood, the world was home, the larch was hewn. Once woad in bluebell will, the world was home, the eyebright sown.
8.
Dead Bird Master and prisoner of your flesh. Effortless ‘til final confinement. Still gawk and sneer, your stance is cocked. Though your jaw has dropped, the mock has not. Beneath it all we are bones as you— a palace, a prison but Earth-bound too. You manipulate the air below. Your dip and soar made us marvel and envy. Destroyer on the factory floor. Cat-taunt prowess, bead-eye vicious man. Still gawk and sneer, your stance is rot. Though your jaw has dropped you scowl our hidden secret. Beneath it all we are bones as you— a palace, a prison but Earth-bound too. You manipulate the air below. Your dip and soar made us marvel and envy.
9.
When My Ship Comes The man of war will turn to peace, turn to her and embrace the land. When my ship comes in. When my ship comes in. Last the sword to the plough, the harvest reaped by all. When my ship comes in. When my ship comes in. We’ll sail the black sea sky, we’ll harvest the stars. When my ship comes in. When my ship comes in.
10.
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?”
11.
Black Moon, Rise Again Black moon, rise again. Black moon, rise again. Black moon, rise again. Black moon, rise again.
12.
In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. Our God, heaven can’t hold him, nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When he comes to reign; In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for him, whom Cherubim Worship night and day A breast full of milk and a manger full of hay. Enough for him, whom angels Fall down before, The ox and ass and camel Which adore. What can I give him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb, If I were a wise man I would do my part, Yet what I can I give Him — In the bleak midwinter.
13.
A Kev Solstice Carol I am not an ‘anything’. No church nor Pagan rite. No out-of-date instruction book by which to live my life. Nor am I a follower. No pentacle or crosses. On the side of human kind, though they’re mainly tossers. Kev, in my hour of need, Darkening by the day. Fill my heart with hope again, Kev, show me the way! (SING ALONG) “Must destroy all humans. All the humans die. Must destroy all humans. Kiss your arse goodbye. (x4) Must destroy all humans. Excluding you and I.”
14.
Easy Prey I’d just as soon warm my balls by a burning church as by the gates of Hell. I’m not complaining: The churchyard’s fair enough to catch a rat or two. Easy prey to maul the weak, hunt the tame, just for fun I’ll take the lame. That old bastard Loxley said “God will provide” but wasn’t there to do the hunting down. At least he had a hellfire God: Keen to smite, quick to pounce, black and white and eye-for-eye! I’m not complaining: Tooth-for-tooth better than the twat that claims to own me now. Easy prey, looks to heaven, sees no sky, his shiftless God, his half-a-job. That old bastard, his mealy test, sits impotent and the world falls to ruin. That old bastard, who let there be light kicked us out to bitter dark unknown of night. Easy prey, live for now, fuck how- repent-saved-die-leave the mess behind. At least he had a hellfire God: Keen to smite, quick to pounce, black and white and eye-for-eye!
15.
The Sun The lines of power withdrawn, the night page white to notch what we are in dot to dot of star. Facing to the sun, end where we’ve begun, the light stone white we ogham score ratchet the returning sun. From gort the rays down to the suckle ailm leaf, from the fern sail root dair the rising shoot. From saile grazed beast to colled for the feast, from the belly to the voice to the sky we implore. The sun divine sprang a single word, the sun divine to light our way. From fearful night to overwrite the mess of stars, their spás their empty page hewn to mesh a face, form driseg fears into fochlac stone and with our entreat supplant the blank of night. The sun divine sprang a single word, the sun divine to light our way.

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This is a live in concert album. My online Winter Solstice concert 20 Dec 2020. Concert 37 of LOCKDOWN SIEBEN #LS68

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released December 22, 2020

Written, performed and mastered by Matt Howden, Dec 2020

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