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The Awakening Eyes
06:48
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THE AWAKENING EYES
Over the precipice, into the fold:
Emerging Athena — the Phoenix resurgent — is molting the mold!
Born of the lioness, feline and fair
Born to the finest of beasts, bearing the mark of the bear.
Over the precipice into the fold,
Over the tongue and the teeth, uttering Latinate gold...
Born from a union of justice and fact,
Six fingers grasping the world with a strength and a will to react.
All hail The Awakening Eye!
Crown jewel of a mesa
Made of dried blood, eyes, and teeth
The Chernobyl roses are poised to alight and stir oceans aseethe.
Their token of terrible truth
Is our last savage grace
And we will snatch the masks off our master,
And we will destroy his face!
(Prayer for the protection and success of girl children)
Woe be unto those who seek to harm the child...
...may she stand behind the many as a shield, unblinking
Woe be unto...YOU
Over the precipice into the fold:
Emerging Athena — the Phoenix resurgent — is molting the mold!
All hail the Awakening Eyes!
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Azrael
06:56
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AZRAEL
Azrael, take me home
Back to stream, field and stone
Thanatos, bring me peace
As I was, and ever shall be!
Life's day's night spares none
Life's day's night spares none
From his hand take the purpose
From his hand take the strength
From his hand take the essence,
That by which we are linked
Who is calling, what is lost, what of the treasure the Wall has amassed?
Who is calling? Who is calling?
No man knows what comes.
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Naysayer
04:58
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NAYSAYER
Citing Sovereign sight,
Pillars topple and fold,
Brazen fury incites
Fury, blazing and bold
They fall in thousands
Crushed under heel
Of men in glasses
With gilded seal
Assimilate or die
Annihilate the threat
Dig your own grave, or sigh
And weave your captor's net
There's no defeating the gears you're ground up in
There's no pleading with a guillotine
There is no savior
There is no grace
There's nothing holy
Left in this place
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Yeasayer
06:44
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YEASAYER
The lifting of a fog, the fraying of a hem
Sunspots of a revelation
Is golem to the law, unraveling distractions unknowable to minds
Yea say I, to those who quest
Thirst itself will serve you best
And as the cock crows in the dawn on the day that we fall
Let it be known that we toiled to laugh, and stood tall
As the sun rises and sets, on kings and fools all,
Let it be known that we stood tall.
Man is the substrate in which the humours bloom,
Behold the Infant Joy!
Hand of god, mouth of doom
Yea! Yea say I! Aye! I say Aye!
Rising from the depths, from a cavern, from your chest:
Yea.
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Sparta
02:54
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SPARTA
Sparta
Crows caw
Swing back and over
The wedge to the maul
Freedom
Alive and alert
To wander in wonder or squander inert
Centuries wide and light years above
And no one for days
Is not long enough
A temporal freeze of vastness and light
Boundless and free of morning and night
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6. |
The Biggest Hand
08:37
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THE BIGGEST HAND
Crash down to straddle the shadow
Cast of a mass of decay
The pitch and the night and the kettle
The fate of a flickering flame
It's burning the bones of our fathers
It's stripping the skin from our own
It's sweeping up silent behind
All that we've made, all that we've known
It's certain: the curtain is falling
The tock of the biggest hand
The noise of the void is a howling
The song of the biggest hand
Luck be your legacy slivers of sherd
A word heard with shivers through layers of eras
A ghost of a whisper, a gravediggers dream
And all that you were is obscured, interred in a thimble of soil and cinder
A gasp in the sandstone, raw anthracene.
* * * *
I remember what Micah had said,
"Time's a pony ride, time's an asterisk"
It's only a stone on the bed; it's only a measure of distances.
It's only the peal of the bell, it's only the void of the sky,
It's only the still citadel with it's crumbling granite facade
I remember the wall in the wood; I remember the dread it instilled...
The leathern old shell of a squirrel produced by the casement on sill
Though my blood be the air that we breathe
Though my flesh turn to soft southern clay
May it always be run through with seed
May my blood be respired some day...
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Hog Durham, North Carolina
Hog is:
R. James — guitar, vocals
R. Fishel — bass, vocals
N. Kessler — drums
A. Ferrell — guitar
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