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yellow morning
01:34
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Yellow morning opened her wings
And glided high above the moor
Yew tree stood guard over the land
Wearing the dark mantle of the green order
Purple digitalis swayed in the wind
'Don't touch my leaves'
I walked to a red lake at the bottom of a gorge
Hades' eyes flashed black
'You may not trespass here'
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dance of the moths
02:36
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And the sky whirls from vivid cobalt to ink black
And the dance troupe arrive on translucent green wings
Glittering emerald scales and mosaic eyes
Wheeling and darting, a whirlwind, a maelstrom
And the lights seem to call to me
I'm reckless
I'm weightless
And the light utters commands to me
I'm reckless
I'm weightless
And I don't need these leaden bones
And I don't need this corded spine
I take six pale emerald dance shoes
And silks the color of shimmering malachite
I wheel
I tilt
I twist
I glide
I join the madness
The dance of the moths
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3. |
blood drinker
03:38
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I come out at night
To dance at white Luna's grand ball and spin beneath the lights
To spread wing, to pierce vein, to taste iron, to spill blood...
I dance and I reel
I hunt and I feed
I yearn and I roil
I rend and I prey
I have slept in a vault of marble
I have waited ten thousand years
I dress in a black velvet gown
Membraned wings protrude from delicate lace
I swoop down, I bare teeth, I pierce skin, I taste metal...
I dance and I reel
I hunt and I feed
I yearn and I roil
I rend and I prey
I have slept in a vault of marble
I have waited ten thousand years
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4. |
song for a mallard duck
01:18
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Cold blue light creeps above the marshes
Low tide, viscous mud beneath his feet
Winter has flown far away to her northern homeland
Ice sheets give way to rushing meltwater
There she is upon a rock...
Dressed in grey and brown camouflage...
He crafts himself a glittering green headdress
Perhaps she will dance with him…
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5. |
automeris io
03:28
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And evening comes
And they take flight
She wears blood red
He glitters yellow...
The dervishes whirl through the spilled ink black of the night
Lighting the air by the streetlights the colors of fire
Wheeling on four wings and glittering mosaic eyes
Spinning and reeling, dissolving into the heights
Red maidens whirl
Red Queen most high
Kings and princes
Soar on wings of yellow-gold
The dervishes whirl through the spilled ink black of the night
Lighting the air by the streetlights the colors of fire
Wheeling on four wings and glittering mosaic eyes
Spinning and reeling, dissolving into the heights
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6. |
no, i'm not okay
02:51
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She tells me no, I'm not okay
The missiles are falling outside
The shock waves from the blasts shake the ground
The black smoke burns my eyes
The blue and the yellow are fighting to the death
Driving the demons back down to hell
And still they do not break
And I will see you again
She tells me no, I'm not okay
The firestorms are eating the night
The blue-gold forces fence with death
The Bayraktar takes flight
They threaten deadly ionized bursts
They will not stop until they have devoured the world
And still they do not break
And I will see you again
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7. |
my words kill
02:17
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He tells me it's so hard to have hollow bones and three-meter wings
He tells me it's so hard, today I feel a little flightless
I couldn't possibly understand, he says
I cannot know the frailty, the hooked beak, the rapier talons
And they say my words kill
And my calm thoughts are vicious knives
He tells me it's so hard, at ten thousand feet, you feel the vertigo
He tells me it's so hard, this cold air burns harsh at my yellow gold eyes
I couldn't possibly understand, he says
I cannot know the danger at the roof of the skyscraper
And they say my words kill
And my calm thoughts are vicious knives
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