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A Landslide of Stars
06:57
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a landslide of stars, covers me whole
baptized in the fire, praying to be made whole
a landslide of stars, pushing me further
born again an eagle, an eagle of murder
in you I find, no direction or time
limits cannot be set, devils become divine
resistance becomes hopeless, surrender begets power
a landslide of stars, pushing me higher
born an unformed sword, becoming the unlit flame
eyes that shatter wide, casting off the word blame
a landslide of stars, destroying all directions
bury the black eagle, mounting the insurrection
we will rise in quiet grace, losing fear as we lose face
never to be guided by reflections or regret
we will rise in solitude, losing me as I lose you
what we hold to always will die in our hands, die in our hands, die in the end
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Embrace
04:54
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to heal we must harm, to build we must destroy
everything that isn’t real
to soften our bones, we must trust in the unknown
in every way that seems unreal
to live we must die, bury hope with open eyes
and become an unnamed name
to grow we must be small, and deny what we’ve been taught
become the un-carved block again
in this way we become, divided parts that merge to one
becoming emptiness again
to live we must die, bury hope with open eyes
and become an unnamed name
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Fire Sermon
08:49
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I will rise over me again
No sunrise built on fault lines waiting like a landmine
Facing faceless demons and the devils that will blind
Wide awake and wide eyed dreaming I am me again
The sun will rise over me again
The suns alive once more I’m burning out to try
Wide awake with sky and future, your hands in mine
No more sleeping cranes or herons waiting to take flight
Wide awake with the sunrise in my mouth
Naming nameless words and aiming aimless routes
No more sleeping cranes or herons waiting to get out
wide awake, wide awake
Our eyes are burning, what we see is burning
Visions are burning, perceptions are burning
Our ears are burning, what we hear is burning
Music is burning, noise is burning
Our throats are burning, what we say is burning
Our mouths are burning, what we taste is burning
Our bodies are burning, what we touch is burning
Our minds are burning, what we think is burning
The day is burning, the night is burning
The tide is burning, the sea is burning
The earth is burning, time is burning
Distance is burning, nothingness is burning
All is burning, everything is burning
One is burning, everywhere is burning
Otherness is burning, thou is burning
Thee is burning, I is burning
Burning with the fire of lust, burning with the fire of hate
Burning with delusion, and burning with the fire of age
Burning with division, burning without love
Burning without faith, burning without trust
Birth is exhausted, the holy life lived
What’s to be done is done, there is no more left to be done
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Sexx
03:11
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sexx as noise redeems you
open legs and open mind
let what yields overcome
let what’s weak become strong
let confusion guide the way
accept willingly disgrace
sexx as war defeats us
sexx as power creates lust
let what’s hidden come shine forth
let what’s dead be reborn
sexx as action creates trust
sexx as noise redeems us
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Wolf-Christ
16:43
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this is an alter call, to deflame the flames
to put down that weapon, to able the cain
to open up our fist, to not resist
to not increase, yet not decease
this is an alter call, to forget ourselves
to crush our fear, and un-cast the spell
to spread our ribs, and shelter pain
to never lose, yet never gain
this is an alter call, to make right the wrong
to forgive the past, and then move on
to unclose our eyes, and collide with light
to not increase, yet not decease
to reconcile the otherness that makes an enemy
to liberate the consciousness that makes an enemy
to eradicate the shallowness that makes an enemy
to emanate the usefulness that makes an enemy
impossible to hate
like the bending of a bow, heaven raises from below
like the darkest star explodes, heaven saves and then destroys
like the perfect square has no, corners to hide the soul
like water we will flow
through the wolf-christ things are never what they seem
through the wolf-christ there are no such things as dreams
through the wolf-christ there is nothing to be born
through the wolf-christ there is never anymore
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Seawalker Atlantic, Iowa
The music of Seawalker was written and performed as sonic prayers sung from, and back to, the universe. fully blown out.
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