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Devil//Hermit [XV//IX]
04:37
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Bring the new
Skin, it moves
Light as anchor//air and earth move
Surrender
Surrender
Anchor
Snakes and towers
Anchor
Whole and animal
Anchor
Toes pressed together
Anchor
Old skin shall be no more
Bring the new
Skin, it moves
Flames flick and burn me
Breaking through
It’s all too soon (x2)
Anchor
Surrender
Animal
Our hearts, they burn brighter
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2. |
All the Prisons pt. 1
05:00
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Some prisons don't have bars,
They're made of ideas.
Sometimes a prison is built on hope;
A brass ring is a hangman's rope.
Some prisons are made with scars
and gilded with subtle self-loathing.
There's pill-bottle prisons with opiate locks
reserved for the lucky ones.
All the prisons filling up through the cracks in your veneer,
And a prison being built for every child of empire.
All the prisons filling up with the bodies you can't erase,
evidence of broken teeth behind the smile of empire.
All the prisons filling up.
Some prisons don't have walls,
They're made of our bodies.
Mirrors and strangers and all that they see,
Staring through you.
Some prisons are made with need,
and hunger you can't cure.
Find one that suits you and settle in tight,
lest you be shuttled away to:
All the prisons filling up.
All the prisons filling up through the cracks in your veneer,
And a prison being built for every child of empire.
All the prisons filling up with the bodies you can't erase,
evidence of broken teeth behind the smile of empire.
All the prisons filling up.
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3. |
All the Prisons pt. 2
05:05
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Hidden in miles of razor wire,
buried in mountains of concrete,
there's millions of people with faces and names.
Millions of people waiting.
And should the gates swing open,
A sentence just begun.
No open arms awaiting,
and all roads call for your return.
This isn't justice.
There is no justice here.
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4. |
Dear Disaster
05:46
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Dear Disaster, I know it's been a while since I've written, but I trust you understand what it's like to build a boat from wreckage to get back to the land. I'm sure you seen a pile of rubble and mistook it for your hearth. I'm sure you've spent a while when waking just remembering where you are. The wildfires made shimmering walls of flame, a letter latent there burned up on its way. Now the winds can blow 60 degrees below, a letter there I know was buried in the snow. And the fields dried up the summer's empty cup, raised to the cracked lips of rivers and cricks. And the oil train on the Dakota Plain exploding into angry flames.
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5. |
Midnight Sun
04:32
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Here's to all that you can see
from the furthest edge of things.
The places we crawl
to try to find our wings.
I'm drunk on the stars
only deserts can see.
And I just wish that you
could share this loneliness with me.
Yeah, I just wish that you could share this loneliness with me.
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6. |
Two of Pentacles pt. 1
07:54
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we’ve opened up our eyes to the center
with tattered tongues still sensing one another
though darkness pulls, our feet stay close together
our closeness gave us strength and ice and ember
but it’s not what we wanted
no it’s not//its just how we landed
our roots are twined, but only by reaction
as branches grow in opposite direction
as light begins to grow I feel migration
but pulling from the soil hear breaks and tension
‘cause its not what we wanted
no it’s not//it’s just how we landed
and they
we’ve opened up our eyes to the center
with tattered tongues, still sensing one another
though darkness pulls, our feet stay close together
our closeness gave us strength and ice and ember
but it’s not what we wanted
no it’s not//its just how we landed
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7. |
Two of Pentacles pt. 2
04:21
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They...
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Strangeweather Portland, Oregon
Strangeweather began in 2010 as a long distance collaboration between part time and full time members of the anarcha-folk outfit, Slow Teeth. In summer 2012, enough members of this elusive collaboration were assembled in thee same city to bring the project out of hiding. ... more
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