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Beekeeper
03:27
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The Center
03:43
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The ground could open wide, and swallow me inside
To hear an echo, to see the dark
Stone no light, has ever touched
It’s always been here, the dark the center
Digger of holes, eater of stone
Secret creatures, sacred worms
Mineral water, cycling seeps
To ancient pools, growing teeth
Under the ground, under where we stand
Walking blind, holding out our hands
Universal tomb, universal womb
Bury me, carry me
Bottomless, under our feet
Holy darkness, eyes cannot see
Swallowed up, we return, to ancient pools, forgotten forms
We are eaten, becoming other, again a child, again a mother
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Dawn Circle
07:03
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There’s birdsong, in the damp morning air
It’s always dawn somewhere
We walk through the grass, the dew soaks our shoes
We stop and kneel down, our faces to the ground
And never tell a soul, our secret ritual
Say a prayer to the morning, say a prayer to the day
May my hands be steady, may my mind be still
Put a pot on the stove of my favorite meal
May the work come willing, not to waste it away
To sleep easily at the end of the day
Sweep the floor and chop the vegetables, we’ll do it all again, just like we did before
Say a prayer to the mother, say a prayer to the child
There’s birdsong, in the damp morning air
It’s always dawn somewhere
We walk through the grass, the frost underfoot
We stop and kneel down, to take a closer look
And never tell a soul, our secret ritual
Say a prayer to the season, say a prayer to spring
May the thaw come early, may enough rain fall,
may the garden grow to feed us all,
may the apple trees blossom, may the blossoms fruit,
may the sun feed the leaves, and the leaves feed the root,
a fence to mend and always a chore,
we’ll do it all again, just like we did before.
Say a prayer to the season, say a prayer to the day,
say a prayer to the circle, say a prayer to the star.
Say a prayer to the birdsong, say a prayer to the worm
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Summerwater
04:06
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Summer drifts by, fat and wet
Full of watermelon and salt
The season measured, by time spent in the water
Oceans of rivers and pools
We’re swimming in the dark
In the deep the end
Letting our masks dissolve, watching our edges bend
And just like in a dream, I find I cannot talk
The words won’t leave my mouth or they come out so overwrought
And you say it so well, your words unfurling, splitting me open, like ripe fruit bursting
Sing to me sing in to me, that I might rise with the dawn
And drink the coffee for the cream, and write it all down
A gift a from a dream, from the deepest waters, a lesson to keep our waters clean
Summer drifts by, fat and wet, full of watermelon and salt
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Awake
04:35
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I drink nothing but the dew of the morning
And I bathe in the night time rain
Cold clear waters running over
This feeling that has no name
Awake, Awake you drowsy sleeper
Awake awake it’s almost day
I eat nothing but the wild wild berries
And forest shoots of the brightest green
When I sleep it’s in a bed of soft mosses,
Am I the dreamer, or the dream
Awake, awake, you sleepwalkers
We’re all sleepwalking through the day
Awake, awake, you drowsy sleepers
Rise up, rise up now, it is day
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Streets of Derry
04:39
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Oh after morning, there comes an evening
And after after evening, a new day
And after false love there comes a true love
I’ll have you listen now to what I say
My love he is as fine a young man
As fair as any the sun shone on
But how to save him I do not know it
For he is sentenced to be hung
As he was marching the streets of Derry
I’m sure he marched up right manfully
Being much more like a commanding officer
than a man to die on the gallows tree
What keeps my love so long a coming
Oh what detains her right long from me
Or does she think it some shame or scandal
to see me hang the gallows tree
He looked around and he saw her coming
As she rode swifter than the wind
I’ll show them now that they dare not hang you
I’ll crown my love with a bunch of green
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Diamond Joe
04:01
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8. |
Song For Arthur
05:59
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Born hungry two minutes past midnight
The night the ginkgo leaves fell from the ginkgo trees
The night they say the leonids streaked across the sky
Though we didn’t see them we were staring in your eyes
Sacred dyad wherein a dozen times a day
I muse upon my charmer
Whose sea shell swirls
Ears that light shines through
The softest skin I’m sinking into
What wondrous love is this
Oh my soul
Hush my little baby, lay down your head
Sleep so deeply in your little bed
Hush my little baby, don’t you cry
I’ll sing to you a lullaby
I’ll sing to you a lullaby
Sweet dreams, my love my little one
Please don’t you wake before the sun
But if you do, and you call for me, I’ll hold you close until you sleep
I’ll hold you close, the whole night through, I’ll hold you close, and sing to you
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Sally Anne Morgan Asheville, North Carolina
Sally Anne Morgan plays haunting psychedelic Appalachian folk drone that invokes the rhododendron thickets, creeks and mountains of her local landscape in Western North Carolina. Sally plays with the Black Twig Pickers and House and Land, dedicated practitioners of traditional music re-cast by appreciation of modern improvisation, minimalism, microtonality and drone from across the globe. ... more
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