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Zebediah
04:34
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With Eureka caught up in your arms
Nothing calling you on
Quick, to the water
This boat is to sink
not a trace to be seen
On the highlands
invisible hand
there's an orchard
(invisible hand)
with good harvest
(invisible hand)
all through winter
Aisles of great, wide yonder
When you wake up
gathering thoughts
with your cornering wings
caught in the hinges
covered in dust
take yourself to the sun
On the highlands
Invisible hand
there's an orchard
(invisible hand)
with good harvest
(invisible hand)
all through winter
Aisles of great, wide yonder
A fine boy, with fine eyes
Oh, Zebediah
Don't lose faith
You're given enough people to follow you home
You're given enough people to follow you home
You're given enough good people to follow you home
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Overgrown
03:42
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Overgrown trees and branches
hope that I can find you with open arms
coming back home
Cut 'em down
Giants shake the ground
Tell me, is the fire burning worth tomorrow
I'm coming back home
When you come down
You come down
Come down
down
Drink it up
from an empty drum
All the doors are paper
all the walls invisible
I'm coming back home
So long, great arnica
Who will keep your brothers
gathered up together?
I'm coming back home
When you come down
You come down
Come down
Down
Down to the rails
Down to the noise we make
Down to the rails
Down to the noise we make
Down to the rail
Down to the noise we make
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Mulberry Hurricane
07:01
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She takes time slipping off her dress
She keeps unopened letters for me
She keeps an open bed
No-one stays up
and nobody is at the door
The poster of the writer watches
but doesn't know what for
Mulberry hurricane
coming round the bend
knocks me off my feet again
moving upwards, towards a marking in the sky
An atom meets an atom
A body meets the mud
A thought becomes a pattern
A man needs another one
She takes care crossing Sunday highways
She climbs the crooked tiling,
bare feet folding on the rafters
Without caution
With no ground to kneel upon
an offering to sparrows earns her
a blue egg for blue yarn
Mulberry hurricane
coming round the bend
knocks me off my feet again
moving upwards, towards a marking in the sky
How do I know you?
I can barely tell
Motion in a photograph
waving from St. Peter's hill
Far from her, she travels
Far from her, she travels
Far from her, she travels
Mulberry hurricane
coming round the bend
knocks me off my feet again
moving upwards, towards a marking in the sky
In a dream I saw you
palms cracked like a shell
inside a map of origins
your features etched into the silk
Mulberry Hurricane
coming round the bend
knocks me off my feet again
moving upwards, towards a marking in the sky
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Old Mexico
05:32
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For five or six miles
we held our breath
we were four guys
trying to get somewhere
a mile or two more
good sound to our ears
of that little engine
to the piny covered mountain
Get out on top!
You can see old Mexico
Get out on top!
You can see old Mexico
You be a bug man
gone wandering
with a lost voice
with enough to buy your summer
Get out on top!
You can see old Mexico
Get out on top!
You can see old Mexico
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5. |
Wake Up, Kind Water
05:37
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I saw the crack of the capitol dome
the crashing swallows
oh, how they were quiet
and you
You were there in the crowd
all of the lights floating up
they're cheating innocence
Somewhere, wide eyed
I'll be your
wake up, kind water
And we were bare as the bodies of birds
all falling down in that curtain
We were giants
and you
You were right all along:
Nobody's not on the run
They're chasing innocence
Somewhere, wide eyed
I'll be your
wake up, kind water
I turned away and it was brighter
I turned away and it was brighter
I turned away and it was brighter
I turned away and it was brighter
The wind will rise as we try to reach out
and it'll ring every tower
'til the sound bring you
back to where you began
where all the good thing belong
I'm choosing innocence
Somewhere, wide eyed
I'll be your
wake up, kind water
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Rest Your Legs
03:35
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Rest your legs on my pillow
your head in birdsong
Your room is so nice
What will you put on the shelves?
Just a picture of my dog
a pendulum beside the clock
but is wanting to love to love?
Come back
Come back again
In your story you've been gone
through the pines, through the pines
like a ghost hoping to find
just a body, anybody
and all the words you have within
shaking, waiting to come in
but is wanting to love to love?
Come back
Come back again
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TOTONOKO Oakland, California
TOTONOKO is the partnership of Mateo Lugo and Nika Aila States. Drawing on international and interdisciplinary influences (Venezuelan-born Lugo is heavily involved in dance and German-raised States splits her time between music and photography), their sounds are about hope regained, underwater currents, and the search for home ... more
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