1. |
Webs Laid on Loom
04:05
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Winning their acres from the sea
From before the oldest was young
In the heads of these
Were a hundredfold more seeds
If you're lost a map won't help
You can lead, You can lead from the crowd
Spinning their houses of silk
his sword, as it was drawn
out of the sheath
fought of its own accord
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2. |
Tide's Out
03:21
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Oils on the creaking machinery
This river flows under everything
When the tide's out
What can we see
When the tide's out
There's no place you won't, you won't feel invited to
Finds himself
Full of cold water
and chilled
to the marrow
trees to nest in
Children of the same stork
appearing thin as a sheet
dwelling in air and in the world of light
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3. |
Pit, Covered
03:28
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The moment we feel
Like bears robbed of their whelps
Panicked, or Sinking
Or Tramping through a ploughed field
Pit, Covered
What marks the separation
The moment that
What's left gets squeezed out
What marks the end
A pit covered
With sticks and grass
A pit covered
With sticks and grass
A pit covered
With sticks and grass
A pit covered
With sticks and grass
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4. |
Back of the Head
03:24
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The shame of coming back around head bare
At the first level ray turned to stone
Passing through many windings
Knowing nothing of their past
Among the potato blossoms
Under the shadows and clouds
Led into a field, blindfolded
Not told when they bring the weapon out
Like a snuffer to a candle
To put us out
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5. |
You Look So
02:46
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A branch swept near him
Then whispered
In his ear
We come to life
To furnish you
With warmth
To hold up your house
We turn upside down for you
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6. |
Branch
03:01
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When grass clung to the earth
And there were no churches in Friesland
Death to anybody
Who licked the tree with an axe
Or made kindling wood
Even of its branches
If the leaves of the tree fell upon the body
Life is a chemical process
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7. |
Yes, Maybe
04:14
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Being a first mover is only half of the answer
You have to be late enough as well
These are the chains of habit
Once we feel them it's too late
The answer is Yes
The answer is Maybe you're missing the point
You were as self absorbed
As you were afraid to be
You were as self absorbed
As you were afraid
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8. |
Hoof
04:09
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Feet split like a cow
Tongue like a snake
Turn into a nightmare
To sit on the body of the dreamer
Stepped their hooves
On the breast of the sleeper
So that we couldn't
Breathe or utter a word
Turn into a nightmare
To sit on the body of the dreamer
Thrust a needle through their cloven foot
Through the sinew and bone
Deeper than the hole in the floor
You used for your endpin
Turn into a nightmare
To sit on the body of the dreamer
If the clock's running slow
It needs another battery
If the clock's running slow
It needs another battery
If the clock's running slow
It needs another battery
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9. |
Ocean
04:21
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At the end of the working hour
Do we feel owed
At the end of the working hour
Do we feel
This ground we have in common
Is only an island
This ground we have in common
Will Become Ocean
Ruffs so big that
Their necks were invisible
And their heads
Nearly lost from sight
In rings of quilled liner
Or of lace
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10. |
Slow Dissolve
01:47
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11. |
Lost in the Sun
03:35
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To beat the reeds, and drive
Small birds from their hiding place
With chariot, over the tops of the wheat
And faster than the wind
Sent down to earth
With tusks to tear up the ground
Then the people could see the riches
Of the earth, to learn what soil was
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