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Every Name
06:05
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Playing jacks like George Ivanovtich
Heavy things will always want to fall
What will rise into your hands if you reach them?
Grab what you can right now
In between your thoughts there is a space
Where you meet your power and your grace
If it doesn’t have a form they can’t steal this
Emptiness, a sacred place
Masters are created by the week/weak
Cantilevering our words to preach
From the splinter, from the heart
To a faraway end waiting for the start
It will all return to the center, it will all return,
It will all return to the center, everything returns.
Guarding each direction of the earth
A burning star protects you like a church
Every name invokes another face of form
To a ritual birth
It will all return to the center, it will all return,
It will all return to the center, everything returns.
No one’s born a fool
They were teaching you,
now you’re a teacher too.
No one’s born a fool
They were teaching you,
now you’re a teacher too
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2. |
Be The Dirt
03:17
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I wanna be the dirt, I wanna be the dirt
I wanna make it grow, I wanna make it grow
I wanna be the air, I wanna be the air
I wanna pull the water, I wanna face the bare
I wanna be the sun, I wanna be the sun
I wanna have it all, I wanna rule the world
And now you’re in a dream, and now you’re in a dream,
And now you’re waking up, and now you’re waking up
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Riches
04:02
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Ode to the riches
Ode to the hay bales
And the crone scarabs that
Turn them in
Their exoskeletal wombs
O, the stampeding blankness!
O, the swallowed sword!
A cough of fire, sunset
Tearing forth
Like blades that collapse the wheat,
Collapse the wheat,
Collapse the wheat.
Pulled in slumber,
Ancient weight.
What stands in the city,
What stands this state
Is an eyeless giant straining to reach
Sleep, reach--
With a frightening gait.
Dear God, delight in me!
Delight in me! Delight in me!
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Matterfreedom
06:16
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Though you build a tall and mighty ark
They might steal your nerve, you won’t sail off.
If there is some reason for your doubt,
My friends, they can hypnotize it out.
But matters of freedom
Cannot be explained by them,
They have the power to make you or bury you
Underneath all the muck,
Those dirty apologies--
Their eyes will never meet yours
Up in the mountains reflected in fountains
I know that the sky is a-skyin’
All through the fields where the honey is yielded
I know that the bees are a-bein’
In my bed, where they buried my head
I know that the light is a-lyin’
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We always took what’s left
We always threw what’s next
Hold to the second-last
Chanting cuts in the massive
Ocean Animal We
Acted so strong and felt so free
I operated and pulled,
I saw the biggest eyes in the world
We wanted the wound
So we could name an invisible
Pull of the body to light
Know the vampire that stalks in the night
We’ll miss the shadow that keeps
All of his hopes in a sorrowful heap
Year of the optical fire
Substance illusive but unified
Pulse of the stars in their dust
Blood tastes the same as industrial rust
To tongues that speak and consume
Unrelenting as bodies in bloom
We always took what’s left
We always threw what’s next
Hold to the second-last
Chanting cuts in the massive
Ocean Animal We
Acted so strong and felt so free
I operated and pulled,
I saw the biggest eyes in the world
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6. |
Snowhive
02:30
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Who will return to the snow from the shattered hive?
Innocent meal
Caught
Coming
on a plate for you
Who will unfold all the veils from the face of the bride?
Innocent hunter
Running
Catching
All he can steal for you
I will go where no one knows
I will go where no one knows
I hear them behind me
Who will return to the snow from the shattered hive?
Innocent need,
Shamefully shaking the fields for you
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7. |
Ototha
06:51
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Stain the glass, it’s spring
Carve the door for a little glass ring
Perfume this black hair sewn up with worry,
I’ve never been a minder
Ototha felt her throat brimming with ghosts
Torero, no match for a sorceress host
Ototha felt her throat brimming with ghosts,
Torero, no match for a sorceress coast
I’ve never been a minder
I’ll never be found caught
Behind their cold backs
With my fingers crossed
And my roses embossed
In a chain,
In a collared crowd
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8. |
Open Your Gifts
02:22
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5...4...3...2...1...
Preserve the innocence of children
Preserve the purity of life
Make money only if you need it
Make money your servant, your wife
When I first pressed a flower
When I first made a mark on my arm
When I first beaded Michigan Lake with stones in the night
When I first heard a voice that had no body
When I first worshipped a silent room
When I first feasted on an immaculate birth
When I first left the world and returned again
Open your gifts
Empty your arms
Walk away slowly
You’ve done your harm
The man on the throne
Is rotting and dead
We’ll follow much better
When we’re not led
Open your gifts
Lay down your arms
Return the gifts
The world’s not ours
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How Can I Defend You?
01:44
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How can I defend you if you're not there?
A walking cloud, a bruising sound
How can you solve a problem with no punishment,
No twisted men,
No timbers bent
Or broken?
I speak to my sisters and my fledgling states
My wounded mates
My unclean slates
Taking up each other’s arms and chalices,
We reminisce:
Who founded this?
Who hid it?
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Marielle Allschwang Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Vocalist, multi-instrumentalist, and member of Milwaukee-based ensembles Collections of Colonies of Bees and Hello Death, Marielle Allschwang sits at the center of the band she has named The Visitations. At times gentle and beautiful, at others brutal and terrifying. ... more
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