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Hour Glass
06:12
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We could be
Made right
Cleaned up
Set in the sun, the sun
When it came
Didn't last
Fell through
The hourglass, the hourglass
When it came
Fell down
When it came
Fell through
The Hourglass
Must be like a bird in flight
The short time we have while we're right
Much to undo much to be done
In our brief stint set in the sun
Must be like a bird in flight
The short time we have while we're right
Much to undo much to be done
In our brief stint set in the sun
We can't fall the first time that it turns
This time this time this time
Could be could be right
This time this time this time
Could be could be right
In the hourglass, the hourglass
When it came
Fell through the hourglass
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Smoke Signals
04:27
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Smoke rings in my mind
Happens all the time
Smoke signals eclipse the sky
From a distant tribe
Smoke rings in my dreams
Nothing is what seems
Smoke rings tell me why
A transcendental high
Over an ocean
Somewhere in the distance
Black flowers crystalize
Bright morning sunshine
Day and night
Night and day
Fluorescent Highways
Led us astray
Smoke signals
Eclipse the sky
Tell me why
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Seance
04:16
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Went Outside
Rolled Around
In the Long Grass
Tick Latched On
Purse Your Lips Slip Into Place
Clap Off the Light
Waft Smoking Cedar and Some Sacramental Spice
Came Inside
Felt Around
Found the Black Dot
Left it On
Purse Your Lips Slip Into Place
Clap Off the Light Waft Smoking Cedar and Some Sacramental Spice
A Sound Can Bring the Devil
A Whistle Or a Prayer
It's Still Right Here Amongst the Halls, Walls, Toilets and Television Sets
Purse Your Lips Slip Into Place
Clap Off the Lights
Waft Smoking Cedar and Some Sacramental Spice
Let the Melody Rise
A Buzz Between Your Lips
And Two Red Eyes in the Dark
Let it Rise
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Dark Prelude
03:26
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Alone on the highway, pitch-black and headlights dying. Following the weak glint of the centerline. A pale red vein cutting jagged through the sky. Trees without leaves. Driving, cutting the cold, the silence, you see a flame on a hill up ahead to the southwest, a bright orange teardrop, small, like you could wipe it off the windshield with you thumb. Clouds move in, the dark gets darker. You drive until the fire is directly to your right. It’s somewhat bigger now.
Standing on the shoulder the car is off, no shelter now just another piece of the night. Without light, shades of gray begin to distinguish themselves. The night opens up to you, just as you’ve opened yourself up to it.
There is a frontage road, off of that a smaller road leading up a hill. Snow is falling now, lightly filling in the footsteps that lead from the car to the hill.
Ancient peoples would look at a hill from a distance and see the head of a giant, or a god peeking over the horizon. If that looming, forested extrusion of white is a head than that flame burning near its crest is an eye. It winks lazily at the night, wise to its dodgy promises of endless mystery, immune to its syrupy inducements to sleep, in utter insolent defiance of all its power.
The night. From beside the burning farmhouse, you look out into it, and it looks back into you.
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Dark Ritual
04:46
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An echo is living
Meanwhile the day is slipping
This suffering cannot be replaced
Outside the seas are changing
The weather lifts and you're an angel
Always a survivor in my dreams
Come get a little closer
And there you were and there she was
No one ever could change the wind like you did
Come summon diamond raindrops
Train tracks constellations
Match sticks piled and stacked to the sky
A dark ritual blanket underneath
A sacred pyramid
One history, one life to lead
No one ever could change the wind like you did
We are woven together with silver feathers
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