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Dry Light
05:03
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i’ve been told
not to hold on to the past
but when you’re lost on the moors
or adrift at sea
it can be a light in the dark
it can be a weight in the deep
it can be the one thing
you can hold on to
and sometimes
you have to hold onto
something
anything
the biggest thing
the strongest thing
the first thing
the last thing
you're the deepest weight i hold
you're the best anchor i know
help me find my way home
you’re the brightest warmest light
you are a lantern in the night
take my hand and lead me home
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2. |
Hearth Bite
04:18
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pull the mountains closer
but my heart stays in the same place
racing in the sluggish dusk
long-fingered pine boughs
face of rivers mirrors the sky
this is a dream i’m looking through, isn't it?
was i running from you?
running from what i meant to you?
was i running from me?
running from what it meant
to be a body
to be a lover
to be a father
to be a brother
to be a sister
to be a mother
what is a mother and what is a father?
they’re all that you mean them to be
what is a son and what is a daughter?
they’re all that you mean them to be
what is a lover, what is a brother?
what is a sister and what is a friend?
who do you turn to, who do you run from?
who holds the light when the day finds its end?
and three hours later i’ve still not woken
feet on the damp earth
facing up the mountain's peak
it's something that's brought me here
it's like a path i walked before
but things are different, i feel denser
how do i try to understand: your name means love?
how do i try to feel around the bones of this dream?
how do i lose? how do i love? how do i fall? how do i win?
how do i push all of this out of me?
how do i pull it back in?
the walls bend and shift and we are together again, wet with the rain, facing the day
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3. |
Song Of Wandering
04:38
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i went out to the hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
and i cut and peeled a hazel wand
and hooked a berry to a thread
and when white moths were on the wing
and moth like stars were flickering out
i dropped the berry in a stream
and caught a little silver trout
when i had laid it on the floor
and knelt to blow the fire aflame
then something rustled on the floor
and someone called my by my name
it had become a glimmering one
with apple blossom in their hair
who called me by my name and ran
and faded through the brightening air
though i am old with wandering
through hollow lands and hilly lands
i would find out where they have gone
and ask to kiss and take their hands
and walk among long dappled grass
and pluck till time and times are done
the silver apples of the moon
the golden apples of the sun
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4. |
Day Flowers
04:52
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your face, like some dark bloody mountaintop
calm and stoic, how you know where the lines are
pour boulders in the mouth of the waves
how the pebbles eat the sea in the morning
you're the why i get up with the sun
and go down with the break of the day
bitter; the burn on your toungue
beauty; the bruise on your thigh
heavy; the soft yellow lid of your eye
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5. |
The Valley Spirit
01:28
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6. |
Salt Light
04:12
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when i’m walking in the night
when i’m out walking in the night
i feel like i can make it on my own
like i can make it on my own sometimes
i don’t always know how to do it
i don’t always know how i do it
i don’t always know when to do it
i don’t always know when i do it
but when i walk here in the night
i weave and i unweave
the fabric of me here
these things that i believe
taking up old threads as i walk
laying down new threads as i walk
taking in fear as i walk
laying down love as i walk
when i break, i find my shape
i find the strong parts and i grow to know their face
these structures become a lasting joy to me
i lose the weak parts when the storms come
just grit and dirt, we all rejoice
i make one here,
another house of love -
to look in the windows
and know my own windows
& see the fires burning
& greasy smoke billows -
the feeling is golden
& holds me up towards the morning
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7. |
Out Back
04:21
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when i wake
when i walk
i want to think of you
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8. |
Talk To Me
08:18
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you know that when you talk to me,
you know i feel it, yeah
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9. |
The Fire Dream
02:29
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the house burned down last night
somewhere one small flame fell & then others followed
before long there were thousands answering the call
and the air was a deadly kind of thick
there were tins of paint in the corner getting hotter & hissing & ready to explode
we clawed across the grass to escape the heat
or hidden in burrows & counting out time
we followed the lines of heat to the night
under soil we covered ourselves like we were roots
stunned by the speed of movement
living out the time that it took
because now there is no time
because now there is no time
there is no weight of history
there is no bruise of longing
there is only here, there is only now
all i can do is keep walking
all you can do is keep walking
all we can do is keep walking
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The Silver Field
The Silver Field is a sound world of Coral Rose & friends. Voice, tapes, bass, strings, reeds, drums, small sounds, big sounds, sunlight, moonlight, a lot of water.
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