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The Sound of Wings
02:49
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2. |
Barely Breathing
04:11
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3. |
Covered in Light
02:37
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like a butterfly out of a chrysalis
stars on your skin
begin metamorphosis
change again;
the worm to the silk thread
covered in light, you are covered in light
the flesh on your bones
lights like a lantern
the blood in your heart
beats a new pattern
the city inside
is where you first met her
covered in light
she was covered
in light
She knew you by the look in your eyes
Oh how the wings will sting
and the light will blind you
Undoing is a painful thing
but it will bind you
to the One True Thing:
Everybody hurts the same
Everybody bleeds the same
Everybody goes through hell
And somehow is made whole
again
Covered in light
you were covered in light
I knew you by the look in your eyes
I knew you by the look in your eyes
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4. |
Crematorium
02:52
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on my own i stand today
and whisper the music of the sage
alone and trembling
i am not afraid
as the horses run out the gate
i placed a tarot card in your hand
and the Empress smiled as she turned to sand
all my bones disappeared
but here I stand
no body, no mind, no face
I could swear I dreamed this before
everything looks so clear; every note, every pore
my fingers lifting the latch on the door
and the smell of my fear
AS IT BURNS ON THE FLOOR
and the words of my mother
echoing once more:
child, you don't have to be afraid
sayin' child, you don't have to be afraid
cause everything in this world gets eaten alive
every cell of every tree
every bee in the hive
dies alone in the warm mouth of Time
but everything's gonna be just fine
cause i feel something moving my pen
when i write
like i feel something tugging this dark Veil
of night
Ten thousand stars
and all i'm asking for is a sign
familiar music
of a word
in flight
or the taste of your mouth
as it turns into wine
the histories in the moon
and the poems in the sky
the Red Pony sweating
between my thighs
as across the Dreaming
we ride and we ride
and the dreams of our fathers
the screams of little girls
gathered like cinders
at the end of the world
the fire burns faster
if you give into the swirl
of the madness of this age
the madness of this age....
and I've never been so old
i've never been so young
as when a story writes its life
on my lips and my tongue
burning like the monk
who knows that he is one
with the beautiful ashes
of the cold winter sun
kissing life like a bullet
screaming from the gun
at the mouth of the Rose
where glass webs are spun
and shattered by a finger
don't know what it's done....
it's just a part of the Mystery
wrapped into one
the painful coincidence
that burns my lungs
with every breath
i see death
but am born to the sun;
a tree growing green
in a crematorium
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