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lacuna i
01:02
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Into Nothing (black water song)
Sail on now, out into darkness
Oh my boys
How these black waters rise
Sail on, with a thousand
Goodbyes burning
Back across the shore line
And silently we’ll watch
The buildings tumble
Grey tattered steel
hung across the horizon
I keep my eyes far
From the city
Where the sad sun rises
Only to set
And who is this
Who walks beside us,
Cloaked in sorrow
And in tears?
His voice it whispers
In our ears
But when we listen
There is no one there
For us to hear
Sail on now, into black waters
Leave your dreaming for awhile
Sail on now into silence
Out into nothing
…I suppose
Sail on into darkness
Oh my love
How these black waters rise
Sail on now into the silence
That waits in turn
For the word to speak
Sail on
though hope shall not hold us
As the night comes on
I will wrap around you
All the light
That I can hold
All the light now
That I can bleed
Sail on now into nothing
Leave your harbor safe and warm
It’s tattered sails and cardboard ships
Only play host to the starving ghosts
And who is this who stands beside us
Known in emptiness and in blood
Sail on into nothing
Out into nothing
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3. |
West of Eden
04:24
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All along the garden’s edge
The boundaries burning
Atop the blackened sedge
The angels chained
Their eyes become cruel
As they raise the iron rod
To enforce the golden rule
And lifting up his flaming sword
Michael asks anew;
“Have you any reason
Why I should not do
As I am commanded to?”
And Descartes is there
With Milton, Hume, and Kant
All searching for a reason
But the evidence is scant
White with fear, they fear
There is no getting around
This condition
No mountaintop to be crowned
Outside of this perdition
Now an adversary rises up
From Milton’s skull
His eyes are full
With both pain and mirth
The his body is a scar
That cannot forgive
The wound of his birth
Turning back face to face
He speaks to his creator
And mocks the very voice
That proclaims man the savior
“Reason, thank you,
Has fed me very well,
It fully backed the coup d’etat
That sealed my lordship in Hell,
I am grateful
Oh yes to be sure
And I hope you don’t think it unkind
That I must levy such heavy taxes
On your rational animal mind.
But as I know myself
For I came from the working class
Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit,
It does no good to ask…”
And from their iron cages
The faces of the sages
Turned to an occidental sky
Looking west of Eden
Burned by the sun of evening
They gave out a burdened sigh
But above them the birds in flight
And below them the flowers in bloom
For whom
Each day God
Rises from the tomb
Looked on
All the while
With sad
But knowing smiles
For humanity the idol builder
For humanity the idol slayer
We
Who have become
Terrified by treason
Lost in the forest
Of our very freedom
We
Who are lost at sea
Our spirit and flesh
The ship
And shipwreck…
We
Who have become
Terrified by reason
Lost in the forest
Of our very freedom
We
Who are lost at sea
Our spirit and flesh
The ship
And the shipwreck
Of our odyssey
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4. |
blossoms
06:11
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We are garlands
Hung on the crown of death
Bursting ephemeral worlds
With the exit of our breath
We are the blossoms
Of no one
And the blossoming
Of nothing
We are bereft of garden
Or gardener
The blossoms nobody shelters
Housed in blood, in mud, and in glass
In the rib cage
Of the broken body
That houses this age
Between the silence
And the pounding waves
We are driftwood
And we are dreams
Born of longing
Born of death
Our fingers and senses
Torn and displayed
On the five-pointed
Wheel of the world
Bleeding out into endless
night
out into nothing
I suppose
We envy the flight
Of the birds
For whom god is not dead
And we envy the plight
Of the stars
For being too far
To think of divinity
At all…
Spirit
Inside of flesh
Flesh peering back
Into the lack
The pain of new birth
In your eyes heaven
In my hands the earth
Beyond the horizon
Of the ideal
Lies the wound
Of the real
Of the real…
We envy the flight of the birds
For whom god is not dead
We envy the plight of the stars
For being too far
To think of divinity
At all…
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5. |
lacuna ii
00:56
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6. |
fallen
07:00
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Fallen
Fallen I am
Fallen am I
Like the snow on the ground
When the winter comes ‘round
Fallen I am
Fallen am I
Neither sign nor star
Has ever fallen so far
…has ever fallen so far…
For his love was immense
It was terrifying
And I could not exist
In the fullness of him
I thought it better to reign
And as rain I shall fall
I will wrap myself warm in my flesh
Safe at last from all that he’s blessed
And I shall soften the features
Of his face as he appears
Before his creatures
But I’ll spit on the broken
Crown of the human race
Fallen I am
Fallen am I
Like the snow on the ground
When the winter comes ‘round
Fallen I am
Fallen am I
Neither sign nor star
Has ever fallen so far
…has ever fallen so far…
But Michael, oh Michael
Oh you blond child…
You sing at his feet
Yet appear elevated by your very nature
Your back does not really bend
Nor hunchbacked do you appear
…though you kneel
But as for me
When I began to sing
The notes they choked in my throat
And the words just fell all apart
And the fire…
It just left my heart
Fallen I am
Fallen am I
Like the snow on the ground
When the winter comes ‘round
Fallen I am
Fallen am I
Neither sign nor star
Has ever fallen so far
…has ever fallen so far…
And there’s one house empty
Oh, there’s one house empty
There’s one house empty
In Jerusalem tonight
In Jerusalem tonight
Oh, there’s one house empty
There’s one house empty
Yes there’s one house empty
In Jerusalem tonight
In Jerusalem tonight
In Jerusalem good night
In Jerusalem
Turn out the light…
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7. |
the leaves of light
04:41
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All under the leaves, and the leaves of light
I met with virgins seven
One of them was Mary mild
First mother of our lord in heaven
Where are you going
My seven pretty maids?
Where are you going to
All under the leaves of light?
We are going Thomas they said
Seeking for no leaves
We are seeking Thomas they said
For a friend of thine…
Went down to yonder town
Sat in the gallery
There we saw our Lord Jesus Christ
Hanging from a yew-tree
Mother don’t you weep for me
Do not for me grieve
Mother don’t you weep for me
I must suffer this for Adam and for Eve
The lily and the rose
The briar and the thorn
Between the day and the night
This is where we are born
The lily and the rose
The briar and the thorn
Between the day and the night
This is where we are born
This is where we are torn
How can my weeping cease
My sorrows to forgo
When I see my own son die
And sons I have no more
Now he’s laid his head on his right shoulder
Die drew him nigh
“may the Holy Ghost receive my soul
dear mother now I die…”
(now I die)
The lily and the rose
The briar and the thorn
Between the day and the night
That’s where we are born
The lily and the rose
The briar and the thorn
Between the day and the night
That’s where we are born
That’s where we are torn
Oh’ the briar chokes the rose
But that’s how our garden grows…
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your lily white hands
05:20
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Now its springtime again
And the sparrows descend
And your lily-white hands
Well they reach out to me
And your lily-white hands
They’re all that I see
They’re all that I see…
Now the people are talking
I hear them down in the street
They’re just holes in the emptiness
Our eyes never meet
And their laughing words
Are just sorrows deferred
And they don’t mean a thing to me
You are all that I see
You are all that I see…
Lift me up ~ lift me up
Drag me down~ drag me down
I don’t care where I go
If I’m carried by your lily-white hands
Carried by your lily-white hands
Carried by your lily-white hands
Carried by your lily-white hands
And I see you in forests
Moving free in the night
And seven white stars
About your face hover bright
And you are crowned as a lamb
That rises above the earth
And the hope of your body
Holds the hope of rebirth
And seven bright angels
They surround you in song
And you appear in the darkness
In many shapes
And in many shapes you belong
Lift me up~ lift me up
Drag me down~ drag me down
I don’t care where I go
If I’m carried by your lily-white hands
Carried by your lily-white hands
Carried by you lily-white hands
I’ll be buried by your lily-white hands…
Now its springtime again
And the sparrows descend
And your lily-white hands
They reach out to me
And your lily-white hands
well they’re all that I see
they’re all that I see….
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9. |
lacuna iii
00:56
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10. |
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Yes I know
Well I’ve been here before
I can see how the darkness grows
Standing there
Against trees stripped-bare
And a sky that is blackened
By crows
Yes I know
Well I’ve been once or twice
To the point where it freezes
Fragile like ice
Leaving you standing
With your reason stripped-bare
Leaving you standing
No stranger
To fear
Dance me on
With this very broken song
Your Jerusalem rose
And you hair worn long
Reach to me
With these holes in your hands
Your body a book
None can understand
So sing now in silence
Cast yourself into the wind
It’s sullen and shaken and torn
And everything, everything
Everything’s gone
It’s a silence that will not bloom
Sewn by the seeds of our voice
It’s a word that has been lost
Lost to us now
In these desert time
So sing now in silence
Cast yourself into the wind
Its sullen and shaken and torn
And everything’s gone
It’s a silence that will not bloom
Sewn by the seeds of our voice
It’s a word that has been lost
Lost to us now in these desert time
Yes I know
Well I’ll been here before
I can see how the darkness grows
Standing there
Against trees stripped-bare
And a sky that is blackened by crows
Yes I know
Well I’ve been once or twice
To the point where it freezes
Over like ice
Leaving you standing
With your reason stripped-bare
Leaving you there
No stranger
To fear
Dance me on with your very broken
Song
Your Jerusalem Rose
And your hair worn long
Reach to me
With these holes in your hands
Your body a book
On your lips its command
Dance me on…..
Dance me on and on
This utterance is threefold
A prayer, a lament, and an exultation
A taste of honey on the tongue
Mixed with brambles:
Briars, brimstone and living bread
May these words go straight
Into the starry silence
Rootless, like a Russian thistle
Blown into the camps
That litter the night
Outside the city walls
You are the you called out for
And never received
But leading on
Streaming blindly
Thread-red into the
Winter night
From the stinging silence
That creeps over the rooftops
That is borne,
Like ash upon the wind
And steals across the
Sleeping houses
In the American twilight
The voices call forth:
O Polyphony
Of fallen forms
To the muted song
Of the sullen Danube
And the whispering
Of the Thames
As they sneak by,
Ghosts beside
Their estranged shores
To Tehran
And sad Jerusalem
To Western Sudan
Gaunt in her empty wilderness
To the television visions
Of a thousand unbroken walls
And the hands of children
Burning in the mouth of hunger
This utterance is threefold
And absolute in its impossibility
This entreatment
A sacrifice to silence
But in silence
Is their still song?
From where shall the light
Be drawn?
The temple is always torn
The rose rises
Chocked by briar and thorn
But God will
Again be born
Cast out beyond hope
The net of your voice
And speak madly
Against this Unrelenting wind…
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