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Dust
06:53
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DUST
This time he comes, this man he comes
This time he comes to you and I
This time he comes oh hey yo hi
So many man laid ways
So many rough and stony trails
A wisdom one on rusted nails
Would walk and still he’ll come to stay
This one with skin ablaze
He follows this way that way
Whichaway the crow flies free
Welcome children welcome
Welcome now the crow flies free
Back to you he comes and on
And on and on and on to me
The raven ‘self is hoarse that croaks
This wisdom let it be
We gently stroke our troubled head
Thank comfort for a swaddling bed
Let hell dissolve to myths of old
While love we truly tell
Breathe now yet we don’t breathe
Wisdom comes as the crow flies free
Welcome children welcome
Welcome as the crow flies free
This time he comes now all pervading
Wisdom man that man outside
Welcome him come to your board
That wisdom man that man inside
Damned mute to those who’ll not hear
Invisible, the crow flies free
Welcome children welcome
Welcome now the crow flies free
He sits between the humble frogs
A-joking at their demigods
The pulses of his history
Between the fallen trees
The creak between upstanding and
Mulcher fodder of our land
He stands and speaks the truth to you
Like a woman, a wisdom man
Welcome children welcome
Welcome as the crow flies free
Welcome children welcome
Welcome now the crow flies free
Argue all you like you little
Puzzled children all in fright
He’ll laugh and hold you loose and nice
Throughout your shiver night
Or if the Time is right he might
He must hold tight and tight and tight
Your throat this wisdom man
And gently kiss you back to dust.
Welcome children welcome
Welcome as the crow flies free
Welcome children welcome
Welcome now the crow flies free
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Eagle & Woman
05:25
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EAGLE & WOMAN
Through the glass stained temple sky
Appears the eagle king
His wing span broad enough to lay a woman down
To steal a dog or duck to death
To humble the mind of man
On the forest floor each step as they tiptoed
Be‘tween the tiny frogs
The well fleshed holy
And the wondering business of realms beyond
Cicadas listened and marvelled at their incessant chatter
And innocent musings
What noisy beasts
These lovers all
I knew him young
We shared a pulse
While in their moments they undertook their years
Sending them off with kissing poetry and blackened peat
And mangoes and flood
Relentless sapling birthed itself
Amidst the reddened mud, he sent her incarnadine
What noisy beasts
These lovers all
I knew him young
We shared a pulse
Gone beside him in a dream
In which they shifted him like sands
Under windy sky from pristine
Youngling to Shamanic fire
Fungal threads and old rock jewels
Love was crafted by their hands
Made her potent spells of leaves
Luxuries imbued with time
Through the glass stained temple sky
Appears the eagle king
His wings span broad enough to lay a woman down
To steal a dog or duck to death
To humble the mind of man
The eagle appears and such is the way of things
The eagle appears and such is the way of things
The eagle appears and such is the way of things
Wisdom one dream projectionist
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The Paper Trees
06:53
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THE PAPER TREES
The paper trees are hitching up their foggy glassy petticoats
Those girls are muddy to their waists
Wet right up, wet right through
Wet right up, wet right through
Those pretty witches with birds pinned in their angled hair
Dam that lake, dam those murky ways
Dam that lake, dam those murky ways
An illustration of a girl by twisted twins weeps willows far beneath her
Drop sympathy on dreams of Ophelia
And all the other weeping girls
Mister fish and all the paying johns
The doctors, lawyers and all their sons
Who do they think they are?
Who do they think they are?
Yes burlesque waters turn to sludge
Yes burlesque waters turn to sludge
And who are you and I to judge?
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BEFORE THAT GIRL GOT BORN
Before that girl got born
She had not a hair
To pin those bruised and purple flowers in
Before that girl got born
She had not a button nose
To stick with a bee inside a rose
Before that girl got born
She had not a map in mind
To wonder if she were girl or boy
Before that girl got born
She had not a tear
To shed for longing of a broken toy
No glass no friend no pen or microphone
She did her non-existence all alone
For want of glass or friend or pen or microphone
She did her non-existence all alone
Before that girl got born
Before that girl got born
Before that girl got born
Before that girl
No glass no friend no pen or microphone
She did her non-existence all alone
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Sabrina
06:03
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SABRINA
She stands before the frames that give her a world
In a little rock n roll room
A music house by the blue bottle sea
Too stinging for swimming so come inside
So come on in and listen and look
There lies three boats, there stands one man
Greeting and meeting two dogs panting, panting
Some trees standing, standing
And some no longer standing
Reborn into a roof vibrating
And a shelter for a hopeful family
Leave the little pests on the street
Come inside, come inside to a good place
Her hand is small but it does the job
Her teeth don’t get in the way
She knows how to resonate your name
From her mouth her cave of love
To the breeze of your freedom
Her shoulders catch the light
And make you want to be a man
This girl is true her throat is you
Her throat is your salvation
In this world you’ll get a girl with flowers
She’s holding up her instrument
She makes an orchestra out of a few strings and a box
Cowboy boots and an honesty policy
Don’t mind if the room is full or empty
A canyon full of lost souls comes to life
She’ll be your necromancer
Your resurrector, your redemption
No matter if you live or not
New life into you, new life into you
She’ll play your heart to beating
She’ll sing your soul to breathing
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No Helen
04:47
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NO HELEN
I.
The seed of love begat yearning
The yearning begat planting
Planting begat the long wait
The long wait begat fervour
Then cutting
Then building
And then comes the sailing
For beauty feeds that fervour
That must needs build the argo
And the horse
What Argonaut can steel himself
Against the heart’s longing for flesh?
No golden love without surrender
No war, no Helen
II.
My unrequited love
You sit and smoke your funny cigarettes
And I am lost in my loss of you
My most unsteady love
How come you came to feel
You weren’t as beautiful as I?
I laugh at your jokes about Helenic Wars
But I would build a Trojan horse of matchsticks for you
Too much, too much you say
But I will build it anyway
What less can I do?
Unconsummated love
I am consumed
Only seven hundred thousand more matches to go
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Poor Claire
05:49
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POOR CLAIRE
They say the old girl is about
Must be the day for steppin’ out
And the lady’s a flying high
Her legs go way up up to there
Way up to you know who knows where
Those delicious marbled thighs
But she don’t reach no happiness
Can’t ever reach her happiness
Poor Claire
Poor poor Claire
Those cheeks are blended just right
Her palate Rubens might have liked
Her finger dabs and never drags
A block of bloody golden glow
And skin of razors in the snow
She’s got an artist in her glass
But she don’t reach no happiness
Can’t ever reach her happiness
Poor Claire
Poor poor Claire
Tippy toe on needle heels
Her chemist knows just how she feels
And she gives him what he needs
He’s such a friendly young man
Her pharmacist who understands
The odyssey of these deeds
She still don’t reach no happiness
Can’t ever reach her happiness
Poor Claire
Poor poor Claire
Don’t you know poor Claire? Don’t you know her?
Don’t you know poor Claire? Don’t you know her?
Whoever knows that old girl, whoever knows poor Claire
Don’t you know poor Claire? Don’t you know her?
What’s this lady’s name? The lady with the hair
Don’t you know poor Claire? Don’t you know her?
And the legs right up? Up up to there
Don’t you know poor Claire? Don’t you know her?
Whoever knows that old girl, whoever knows poor Claire
Don’t you know poor Claire? Don’t you know her?
What’s this lady’s name? The lady with the hair
And the legs right up, up up up to there
Whoever knows that old girl, Whoever knows poor Claire
Don’t you know poor Claire? Don’t you know her?
Don’t you know poor Claire? Don’t you know her?
Don’t you know poor Claire? Don’t you know her?
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Tiny Frogs
09:43
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TINY FROGS
I know them there them tiny frog
I know them hidey there from me
Hide from me in some bush or log
And nasty teasy sing to me
They nasty teasy sing to me
Come look you girl in dewy green
Soft tip toe creepy you and find
We know you wonder we not seen
You crazy stupid dumb and blind
Yes crazy stupid dumb and blind
You silly thing them sing and say
They not come out but click and call
Me happy sad and lose my way
They watch my foots all trip and fall.
My tiny foots all trip and fall
I bleedy on my little legs
All reds on knees and higher thigh
I on the ground and quiet begs
To baby Jesus in that sky
Him baby in that cloudy sky
That baby Jesus he not hear/here
But trees and rocks all come alive
Then big and frighten grow my fear
Until I dream I not survive
That dream come true I not survive
I dead now country speak to me
You come with us you not alone
Our wander sister now you free
Them tiny frog them take you home
Us tiny frog we sing you home
Them tiny frog them sing you home
Us tiny frog we sing you home
The ants and the ancestors
Shudder sick and slow
Rocks are seldom dead, no
Never so
While white underside the rough log snare
Scorpions look close and listen
As skeletal remains
Sting songs of little ones fallen
Poor fellas all
No colour blood but one for all
That which was done in the name of the civil
In the tongue of the pale
Who came those sunburnt thieves
Who could not recognise a ground stone axe head
But skipped it into the river of rum like reckless fools
And shot their way to richness set the sorrow flow
Come into the life of the land and stories of the time
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Aviatrix
07:37
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AVIATRIX
There is only one air
It moves over the world we share
A pretty a bird machine
In time
Her trails blaze
A blazing
That mystery one romancing the sky
Vast and all encompassing
And now we love to love her so
Asking where oh where oh where…
Oh where did she go?
Three thousand strides below
She did it, she did it, she did what she did
She did it, she did it, she did what she did
Is it Malden salts or what that kiss her limbs?
She wandered far and down, she wondered far and down
She wondered far and down, if ever to be found…
She did it, she did it, she did what she did
She did it, she did it, she did what she did
There is only one air, it moves over the world we share
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10. |
Incarnadine
16:01
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INCARNADINE
A time or two
They quietly step
Crawling sighing things
She is a distant brook
No one, no one knows
As her toes tread and dance
All the trees have string hair
They fall and live on
Once was bone
With lychee touch
With bitter sharp
And burning hope
A new place to be born
Black beetles
And red soft stars
Make the world
Once was bone
With crystal shard
And with a breath
We exclaim
"We are alive"
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Silver Sircus Brisbane, Australia
Silver SIrcus are led by vocalist/performer Lucinda Shaw and drummer/composer/producer James Lees. They are based in Brisbane, Australia and have been making music since 2008.
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