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Ten of Wands
03:35
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TEN OF WANDS - Grab a wand. Grab a wand or two and pretend it doesn't hurt. Just a beast. Just a beast of burden simplified to do the work. By god, by hook, or by crook: you're coming with me. Ten of wands. That's never what I wanted. What I wanted for you. Don't be too long. Oh Bright Saturn wake me up.
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Black Sunday
04:22
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BLACK SUNDAY - Nude fairies running through the forest trying to find a safe place to wait out the storm. Deep down in the cold dark ground hidden away from harm. A rude exile with nothing but boots to keep them warm. That greedy race has lived well beyond it's charrm. Mankind is hell bent on it's own demise. They close they're eyes. All is lost our only hope beyond the skies. The oceans rise. They're entire army gathered in mass and felt remorse for they had bought the farm. Emerging from the cold dark ground, the state of things had raised alarm. The land was ravaged, destroyed by the pigs of war. That greedy race now far beyond the closest star. Just tourist too bold to know they're wrong. We'll persist, we're old, and we've stayed too long.
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Wood Bee King
04:43
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WOOD BEE KING - Dogwoods bloom and the locust sing, and the crickets barter for a new bow string. And the butterflies are all stretching their wings. Everything that crawls and creeps, unseen, acts on an old instinct, but not the wood bee king. He's canceling Spring. He got his own hive when he toppled the queen. He's got a real sharp mind as well as a sting. Shrewd beyond anything the world's seen, he's a one inch tyrant bringing man to it's knees. All hail the wood bee king. The sky is blue and the grass is green, every single trout still swims upstream, but all else changed with the king's decree. No more wayward sweets for poisoned trees. No unearned liberties, not from the wood bee king He's canceling Spring. He got his own hive when he toppled the queen. He's got a real sharp mind as well as a sting. Shrewd beyond anything the world's seen, he's a one inch pirate bringing man to it's knees. All hail the wood bee king.
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The Moat
08:03
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Over time this flood will prove to carry more than just our dead. Oceans rise and for water it seems to be awfully red. Let the old days feed the host. Feed that host. Let the old ways line the moat. Oh line that moat. What the soil doesn't know won't hurt it's growth. Word to the wise. You can always dig from a grave you've already dug. Watch for the rise, it's blood turning all this ground to mud. Let the old days feed the host. Feed that host. Let the old ways line the moat. Oh line that moat. What the soil doesn't know won't hurt it's growth.
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The Oath
05:55
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My sweet abode, let this dark earth guide me to new worlds. My treasure trove. Don't let this soil turn to smoke. Accept these chains and be modest, ignore the pains of time. A mistake, if I'm honest, but it was mine. My sweet abode, let this dark earth guide me to new worlds. My treasure trove. Don't let this soil turn to smoke. Accept these chains and be modest, ignore the pains of time. A mistake, if I'm honest, but it was mine. I sow these oaths that way on my soul. Plant me like a seed and watch me grow.
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Deer Fox Bear and Body
06:54
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I'm just waiting to be compost soon. Naked in these visual ruins. Buried here in a dirty tomb beneath a trees old roots. Can't breathe or move or see or scream at the top of my lungs. This smell is a trail to me for the deer, fox, bear, and body. This smell is a trail to me for the deer, fox, bear, and body. I'm just trying not to be consumed. Laid bare to the worms as food. Buried here in a dirty womb beneath the mountains hoof. Can't breathe or move or see or speak to the ones I love. This smell is a trail to me for the deer, fox, bear, and body. This hell is not the end of me. Now I'm the deer, fox, bear, and body.
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Less Human Than Human
06:49
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There's been a massive shift in space, thrown by the spin, I left the world behind me. Become my only friend. I've twisted in on myself and found a special place safe from being human. I've locked the doors behind me, no one else is ever getting in. No else is getting in. Less human than human. I met the darkest part of myself I have ever known. Cozy up with him right beside me, spread out on a cushioned throne. Look alive now, everyone's watching even though you're all alone. If you go to write your wrongs down, you'll find it's quite the heavy tome. You'll find it's quite the heavy tome. Less human than human.
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The Archer and The Lion
09:07
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On a windy day in autumn, across the tawny hue, there rest a lion doing what lions do. When yonder came an archer with his arrows two. One he'd had a long time and the other fairly new. Shiny sharp and new. The archer approached the lion. Wet now, from the mourning dew. The lion yawning widely under the acacia's bloom. The archer and the lion. When the wind was still and solemn, the archer let an arrow loose. The old trusty stalwart flying straight and true. It found it's home in lion flesh but the beast didn't move. This puzzled the hunter and a second arrow flew. He knew the shot had found purchase but again lacked any proof. The archer approached the lion, cautious and confused. A heap of lifeless strength, it's mane a tangled plume. But as he turned it over, he quickly learned the truth. The archer and the lion.
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Tao of Lucy Fayetteville, Arkansas
An experimental diy psyche doom blues rock project out of NW Arkansas.
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