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Creek, Thunder
04:12
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INTRO - Car turning over, starting, engine revving
Spoken: Are you ready? Okay, masks on, move quick, let’s go.
Upstream the reservoir is getting full
Cracks in the concrete, black from pole to pole
You will hear the rumbling and stand high
Looking to the west, where the mountains meet the sky
On the fields and the shop floors will fall a hush
The dry, placid earth will tremble to the touch
And every buried anger that was entombed in it’s blood
Will come rising with a fury when the dry creeks flood
Oh in the clear sky thunder will be roaring
When the hard rains of winter come storming
The hunter’s bird will watch from where it is soaring
On every open throat that cries
When the dry creeks rise.
The levy will be left broken open in the sun
And we will turn to the work that still must be done
Stirring from the water when the new day dawns
To hear David read from his book of Psalms
Then every moving soul will form on the hill
For if mine is the hand then yours is the will
Leather boots will tramp the earth into mud
The sweat of our backs will fall when the dry creek floods
Oh in the clear sky thunder will be roaring
When the hard rains of winter come storming
The hunter’s bird will watch from where it is soaring
On every open throat that cries
When the dry creeks rise.
When the trumpets quiet there will come a bell
From the righteous mass will rise up the twelve
The love of silver will be lain where the thorn tree stood
It’s roots will be torn up when the dry creek floods
And stars will fill the skies
After the dry creeks rise
Listen, now, interloper. For when the fields rise and turn against you in their anger, there will be nowhere that you might hide – and the very earth will spit you from its mouth and into the dust.
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2. |
Lily Brown
03:20
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I saw Lily Brown
Lose her hand in the oil refinery
Oh so clear like autumn dewdrops
Scattered on the air
I saw Lily Brown
When the chain snapped quick as lightning
As she fell quick as anything
Onto the grating there
I saw Lily Brown
Gasp her last inside my ar-hrems
She was warm and then was cold
The grease slick in her hair
Who knew Lily Brown?
She was lonesome just like everyone
And her eyes shone gold at midnight
In the sodium glare
I knew Lily Brown
She was kind when I was lowly
Took my shift from 4 to Noontime
And she combed my hair
Who was Lily Brown?
Before she was one more body
A crisp malfunction, soon replaced
And soon repaired?
I bore Lily Brown
After she was cold and rigid
And the earth was soft and yielding
In the summer air
I loved Lily Brown
Who lost her life to the oil refinery
She was clear like autumn dewdrops
Scattered in the air
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3. |
I'm Vibing
02:14
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I’m not your potion
I’m all emotion
Can’t harsh this mellow
All orange and yellow
Blossoms and embers
Try to remember
I’m vibin’ and you
Won’t tell me what to do
Uh uh no baby baby
Cause my world’s on fire
And it’s down to the wire
Ah aoaoaoaoao
Instrumental
I’m vibin on you
If you want me to
Cause oh cause oh oh baby
I’m electric steam
Like I had always dreamed
Ah!!!!
So see me moving
Tasty and human
Soft little creature
Small fuzzy features
I make my moment
My time is flowing
I’m vibin it’s true
What else could I do?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Little bug in the air
Sweet and debonair
And that’s just it babe
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4. |
Scout, Fort
05:46
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A brave scout stood before a fort
When night bloomed soft around her
She was seeking for her love
And knew that she had found her
Her feet were sore and too her heart
Was aching for her Lady
Whose cold, cold body lay behind
In her hall in the green wood side-y
For she had loved a Lady Gay
Who rode on a spotted pony
And it was in the month of June
That they were to be married
But on the wedding night it was
The night and very early
Her Lady had died in her arms
With her body burning
The scout had watched her hindmost breath
Rise just like the steam
But she was faster than the spirit there
That left just like a dream
The scout was a noble girl
She ran just like the wind
She could catch the running stag
And kiss it on the chin
She ran a day, a night and day
Faster even than death
On the heels of the mortal soul
That flew on her lover’s last breath
Now she stood before the fort
Whose walls rose black like tar
And she saw her lady fair
Calling from the wall
“I saw the old moon late yestreen
With the new moon in her arms
Oh my love, if you climb to me
You never shall return”
“Oh my dear, my darling dear
I know the fate I carry,
But as sure as I know my love’s kiss
These dark walls will not stay me.”
And so she climbed upon the stones
The stones as cold as hatred
Mounting then the highest wall
Where her dead love was waiting
The moon eclipsed the shining stars
The heather made sweet the air
As the Lady ran her hand
Through her brave Scout’s black hair
She kissed her scout once on her hand
And twice she kissed her cheek
Three times she kissed her dark lips
Then the Scout fell at her feet
Was the scout then borne upon the wind
Or laid within the hollow?
Did she pass with joyful tears
Or with those of sorrow?
The scout was not borne on the wind
Nor yet within the hollow
But with a small smile on her lips
She went where none can follow
Oh but there is a whispering wind
When the heather blooms
Two voices can be heard to sing
Between the sphagnum and the moon
Two faint voices, riding close
Upon the yellow broom
Quick as gone as they had come
Between the sphagnum and the moon
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Two faint voices, riding close
Upon the yellow broom
Quick as gone as they had come
Between the sphagnum and the moon.
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5. |
Sanctus Obeliscus
04:50
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Crisp and clean against the dark and muddy blue sky
The air is stagnant and the breeze is burnt tonight
Oh I know, and lord, I can see
What this charismatic rectangle is doing to me
Her call came like a thunder so radiant and pure
Frigid lines through the surging brine, I knew then that I was impure
Sanctus Obeliscus, I stand agape
With all of my companions, asleep until we wake
A word suspended in between the meaning and saying
Searing blade that cuts the stagnant, putrid braying
Oft derided monolith, lord how they’ll cry out in the dark
When they see you fly over the flowers of central park
Bright eyed boys, you are only the grist
She is the millstone, the balled up fist
You will come to understand the world is made of glass
She is just the stone that had to, oh lord it had to be cast
Crisp and clean, shaking apart the brittle sky
Fall out of your broken mouth, now close your eyes
For I know, and I can see
The future that is coming, and I am free
I know, and I can taste
The metal ozone in the air where my future waits
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6. |
Sunflowers, Rain
04:04
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The dry earth is thirsty and gold
This land is made to yearn
I turn up my face to you
I pray for your safe return
Chorus:
The night is so still without you
Save the wind and a far off train
What can I do, I think only of you
When sunflowers bloom in the rain
The dust kicks up from your shoes
Raindrops fall thick and heavy
The flowers sing out in bloom
As the dark sky opens and empties
Chorus
Sunflowers bloom in the storm
To show their love for the sun
They hold her light in their hands
Kept safe till the new day dawns
Chorus x2 last line
The clouds heavy with rain dance dark over the sky
That broad sky, bleached and wind-smoothed swath of blue
Blooming fields turn their faces to the vanishing sun
I smell the fragrant grass as it dances beneath the warm drops
The earth sings, and the flowers hold the promise of the returning light
Close to their beating hearts.
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The Reverent Marigold Tucson, Arizona
Non-binary trans folk music for non-binary trans folk.
(they/them)
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