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Historical Records

by Arctic Drilling

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Intro 01:41
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Bright light, clear citrine, trick of the light lifting my cellular body This skin drinks the food of plants invoking transcendence, unexplained through words. Sitting with another myself in the tempo, of the third mask eye Translucent overlap to the time of Synchronicity Bodies of a different map Drifting birds meld the sound of memory Bright light, clear citrine, trick of the light lifting my cellular body to a different plane particles awaken Another time was always now Bright light, clear citrine, trick of the light lifting my cellular body.
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It all was there to see and change But now the moment of decades is lost. Changing weather, changing patterns from year to year to day to day. Moments accelerated and the winds grew strong Tornado of signs, flashed before our eyes. You couldn't say you didn't see it coming but even if so that overwhelming feeling, made for its presence a place to belong. That overwhelming feeling is what brought us to our knees crouched below the small school desk hands clasped behind our necks fear pulled our foreheads forward to the Earth in desperate prayer. Dear Mother, we entered through you in the same position you find us now, we feel the strong winds growing we don't know, if they'll pass above or carry us through the next doorway it could be time, to enter now.
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Orphée 01:28
Walking through the hall of mirrors but I think I'm still alive hovering over rail tracks in the reflection of a glide These metro paths are paths of limbo and everywhere a mirror Can't tell if I'm sleeping or dreaming and in the end, I no longer care All the horns were blowing as I floated up the stair towards the silver coated sun Love was the only salvation but Death was even there
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All is full of Love, love is the drug and the feeling comes not from you, but me Such as what I see, perceive I can also only feel what it is that I already know what is already in my senses what is already within my bones. Bittersweetness to know that what you spark is not your power, but in fact it is my own. Courage to see all of your beauty, reflected as my own Infinite mirrors of dignity, what is you? what is me? what is we?
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Nova 03:51
and  through   the window of time  we             flew  on the wings of the great white bird, beyond the sun behind the sun, behind the sun like the particle exponentially approaching the drain coming out the other side, of the great black (w)hole into the dream time that I know Heaven on Earth
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Outgrowing myself I shed the layers never-ending unfoldment in the gratitude for light's endless nourishment, for the deep embrace of darkness, for the nightingale's song at dusk. Infinite fractal you reach beyond, coercing me in to an intricate dance Sometimes rough sometimes strong sometimes soft, leaving me to long. Always tender maneuvers enticing me to dance and so I carry on, endlessly endlessly into afterlife's dawning trance.
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Cedar 03:32
Pavilion 1, Section 81 Your madness brought me there madness that saved our sanity nearly insane from a mundane world one without questions or colors one defined by rules from others. It was you who snapped like an acid trip, caused from pressure you broke through kept breaking through to the other side and you brought me along pavilion 1, section 81 a house of brilliant madness acceptance of the different not coping with the insanity of the sane colorful characters broken crayons discarded from the box we saw we saw the full spectrum, we saw it all witnesses of brilliant madness and the depths of brilliant sadness. Thank you for reaching your hand out to me showing me your secret place the place of safety we found ourselves in the place to be out in the middle of the mad house yard deep in the arms, of the cedar tree.
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Interlude 01 01:46
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The timing was right even though it seemed wrong. The perfection of universe show's itself before too long. Nourishment's light to break the clay of heavy walls of protection where dormant seeds lay. What we don't, want to see becomes crystal clear, and unity's touch dispels the fear.
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Interlude 02 00:55
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Afterlife Civilization Afterlife Civilization Afterlife Time closed the distance but we maintained the space between We built the afterlife civilization where creations of art became the offspring. Back and forth and letting go brick by brick and stone by stone. We built the Afterlife civilization. Trust in our hands we laid the way movement in joy we created room to allow for play. Brick by brick and stone by stone We built the Afterlife Civilization.
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Young Blood 01:06
Aaron Weinberg I can say your name Kali eyes roll back tongue comes forth raw stark bones life force, like bright moon night. Wash up river, not down stream weed-eating dogs will come for you if you don't stay clean. Survivalist who knows how these ropes work the more of a struggle, the tighter the pull. Adverbs and adjectives, floated to lucy in the sky where lightning struck the hilltop as we passed by
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The girl who played with fire, she let the flames grow higher higher, higher, higher the girl who played with fire. All asleep who passed her by couldn't care to wonder why silent war, beat on the drum smoke signals into the sky but all who passed her were too numb the girl who played with fire she let the flames grow higher higher, higher, higher the girl who played with fire
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News 02:18
Kari-Oca has again been delivered, twenty years between 1 and 2. Again in Spain bodies joining, one year between soles of shoes crossing the earth. Empty handed, Empathy is found. in Bolivia, Evo revokes the license to the foreign takers people of the land guard their precious resources. Bodies on the line in a forrest of Pennsylvania no more taking, no more taking, no more taking no more our land, our bodies. Canadian voices of science and Earth cry out. Sister Mexico, you see your largest protest the weight of corruption can no longer be carried. roll the tape, it loops round and round. gather the heart-full troops this time together, dignity is found. Syria, what blood runs in your streets? Born children what can we tell you? Grandfather tree, so much you have already seen. Brigades are forming the beginning of the next wave is nearing a collapse of time each time with stronger momentum we choose new words new vision new feeling no more dying, fiercely I guard for living.
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Sister Patti, I heard your words awaken the double helix serpent sleeping deep inside my bones a spirit that binds the atoms apart lives on different paths begun at the same start. soaring to planes the seekers seek the seekers only, the ones who peak inside the glow that travels the times outside the stars without linear lines outsiders, inside the vow walking heavy with art, invoking the bend of their grateful bow
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The soul lived on of the dead body between. He said, "it is very alright" very alright, indeed, I agreed. His memory of a fish but his knowing was keen, and the Soul who bared her heart, was true. Three skulls at a table  among beings, who life knew.
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…and one of the beings, approached me to say he fought in a war Croatia, the land where his blood lines lay Soldier without a face, soldier who could not find his place Years never forgotten, heaviness that can not be shared so he carries the buried, who he visits often in the dying glass I'm sorry dear brother, I cut your words I'm sorry my brother, I was not your witness at last
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All is full of love, love is the drug and the feeling comes not from you, but me Such as what I see, perceive I can also only feel what it is that I already know what is already in my senses what is already within my bones. Bittersweetness to know that what you spark is not your power, but in fact it is my own. Courage to see all of your beauty, reflected as my own Infinite mirrors of dignity, what is you? what is me? what is we?
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The first self-released digital album from Arctic Drilling

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released June 4, 2013

Words/voice: StarLynn Jacobs
Music: Javier Lozano

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Arctic Drilling is StarLynn Jacobs and Javier Lozano, an electric spoken word duo. Jacobs is the voice for her poems and Lozano creates the music for them.

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