1. |
001 intro
00:48
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2. |
002 mourn
02:36
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MOURN
The things we no longer want will die
and these, we must also mourn
The things we no longer need will die
and these, we must also mourn
The things we have loved will die
and these, we must also mourn
The clothing and patterns are worn
the time is now, for something new to adorn
and all that was, is no longer.
Happy,
we mourn
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3. |
003 american poet
02:12
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AMERICAN POET
I am an American Poet
writing with this German bank pen
knowing the origins of my trailer park cats,
Lions of the southern jungle
There's a story of the panther in my birth flesh
Overlapping realities
movement in time
The o u t s t r e t c h e d highway turns on itself
Tree species intermingle and the roots push deep
into the stars
Compression of worlds bursting inside my skin
Fragments explode, coming together in new forms
From a distance now
I see clearly the imprints of my steps
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4. |
004 interlude I
02:18
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5. |
005 in the end, ascend
03:12
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IN THE END, ASCEND
Is
everybody in?
Imagine
a mass ascension about to begin.
Is
everybody in?
The doors are closing
our ceremony begins.
Take your seat
relax your brain
because now you know
the long road
was not in vain.
And it feels
it feels
so good to let it go
to cut up the paper
to let the lava rain flow.
And don't look at the frowning face
no, fix the gaze at the lover's grace
Yes, now we're moving
the doors were closed
its now or never
where your mind goes
you can choose with love
the wisdom laugh
for the truth comes in story
why not now
when there is no more, turning back.
Imagine, a mass ascension
about to begin
Is everybody in?
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6. |
006 interlude II
01:28
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7. |
007 whispers
01:27
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WHISPERS
For a long time now
there were whispers
in our ears
for those of us who felt the stardust
running through our veins
We heard the whispers
coming closer to the surface
Louder in our ears
The time was here.
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8. |
008 interlude III
03:00
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9. |
009 pieces to breathe
02:40
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PIECES TO BREATHE
Pieces of me
you never accepted
Pieces of me
you never denied
Sun shield at my nape
Moon crescent below
to the river that flows
Without alarm
allowed, to fully come back
broken free from bar codes
I step outside that box
Breathe, breathe with me
these pieces to breathe
I want only for us to be free
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10. |
010 regarding loneliness
03:26
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REGARDING LONELINESS
Maybe these moments are for sheer experience,
for empathy for all the lonely people,
and it is only because my input levels are so much higher
than my output levels that I feel the need to tattoo these words onto the skin of the machine without ears,
about these moments of sheer experience of utterly painful loneliness,
building the empathy and pushing through to the relief that I am still more than ok with myself, but before getting there each time, I must endure the awkwardness of standing in the middle of a crowd
and the awkwardness of the fat Elvis tumbling in my head repeating, "I'm so lonely I could die," over and over, as he rolls over his head, in my head, and I am standing in limbo between the levels,
between the train lines,
pretending I'm waiting to meet friends as the ant-people going up, going down, quickly brush by
my strangely still body,
and I'm not waiting for friends, I'm debating which train to take home, which is actually a delay
as I consider who I can call and pretend I'm not lonely, but that makes me even more lonely
as I realize there are very few people whose company could meet the immensity of my feelings,
and then this strangely forgotten song comes up on random through my ears, reminding me that I was always lonely, even when I played this song on my radio show in college, before I traveled the world alone, before I had my own business that failed, before I swam with the glowing plankton under the mirroring stars and the world was still full of endless possibilities,
before I accumulated enough stories of beauty and horror to fill ten volumes.. and it doesn't matter because we all have stories that very few will ever hear, and we all come in alone and go out alone,
and yet we're all somehow still connected and forever together in this big cosmic picture, and I feel it all and its ok because I always push through the utterly painful loneliness and remember the truth
and so I don't feel sorry and I don't want pity because its so fucking beautiful
as I put the eerie song on repeat and choose which train I want to take me home, where I go and bask
in my ability to enjoy my own company
and a text comes from a friend, "are you still out?" and I reply, "I'm home drinking and writing. cheers" and they reply, "I'm jealous,"
as the planets continue around the sun, the universes collide on unseen levels
and that strangely forgotten song echoes
through my now empty mind.
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11. |
011 lullaby
02:43
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LULLABY
Through the static
Through the noise
Something reached out
Through the static
Through the noise
A deja vu
Through the static
Through the noise
Through the static
Through the noise
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12. |
012 interlude IV
01:39
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13. |
013 crone maiden
02:08
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CRONE MAIDEN
Sometimes I am the crone
Sometimes I am the maiden
and if I were a mother
it would be for a thousand children
children of the humans
children of the birds
children of the forests with creatures on four hooves
children of the mountains
children of the stars
children of sacred plants
and children of the sea
in the desert and everywhere
with you I want to be
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14. |
014 glaciers
01:44
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15. |
015 interlude V
01:38
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16. |
016 seventh seal
02:03
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SEVENTH SEAL
And when the lamb had opened
the seventh seal
there was silence in heaven
about the space of half an hour
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17. |
017 interlude VI
00:45
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18. |
018 syrian moon
01:36
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SYRIAN MOON
Dear Luna wants to know
what you mean about visas and borders,
and what about her friends
in Syria, must they stay?
Her mama called the neighbor
the apartment is still there
bombs have not yet hit,
still there a home to care.
How old will Luna be
when its safe for her friends again to see?
This info was gathered in the hallway
in a short moment between her and me,
we only had just met
and it was only that one time
but emergency pushed my hand
in the direction of this rhyme
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19. |
019 interlude VII
01:48
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20. |
020 stream of thought
02:40
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STREAM OF THOUGHT
Worlds colliding
crumbling, blooming
immense energy building
to deconstruct
All that is, is no longer
yet reborn anew.
Our dreams crack open
this concrete baby egg
Shards of light I've never seen
critical mass, tip tip tipping the scale
to a point of no return
shooting to the beginning
a never-ending loop
my mind's eye reawakens
from the rumble of my heart
mighty roar
this lion sings
I will NOT sleep
shift pierces the soul, inflicting
growing pains
but I am wide awake
I want to see it all, be it all
Waves of feeling quicken my pulse
gasping for breath
in the new day's air
in and out,
I breathe again
just breathe I say, just breathe
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21. |
021 interlude VIII
02:48
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22. |
022 armour of scars
02:53
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ARMOUR OF SCARS
It is time for the battle cry
pulling the double edged sword
killing with kindness
gather your strength
you are not beat yet
this is not the end
it is the beginning
the raging heart
is the drum of war
the hearts of the women
are not yet on the floor
retreat
only enough to empower
the rhythm of soil is in the flesh
the power of spirit is in the breath
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23. |
023 red august
02:08
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RED AUGUST
Chavela died and we landed on Mars
I'm reminded to breathe,
I listen to my words, just breathe.
Seated at the wooden table
typing intelligent keys
mixture of luminous screen and candle light
casting shadows,
swaying silhouettes
of fresh fat leaves and flowers already parched
grotesquely beautiful forms
mirroring every movement of the candle's flame
life and death in their habitual passion dance
"crumble-bloom" a friend would say
and Manzanita plays again
sweeping me from Berlin to Mexico, as Curiosity
celebrates
landing on Mars
and one beautiful woman forever, is gone.
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24. |
024 interlude XIX
03:44
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25. |
025 outro
04:16
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Arctic Drilling
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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