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Time to go home
03:14
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Time to go home
Conciliation and embrace
Time to go home
Conciliation and embrace
Time to go home
Time to go home
He shall be a leaping hare in her magical menstruum
Conciliation and embrace
A lusty lad gives pale girl a kiss
He shall be a leaping hare in her magical menstruum
Time to go home
Time to go home
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2. |
Black angel
01:40
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if the sun spat its fire on burning sand
I would not care
My smelly life has not yet smelled enough
My manhood is not yet impotent
My angel is my companion in corruption
Plague is in that darkness
Black death
Black angel
Angels without wings
Angel who gives me plague
Shout down the sun
And damn those whose bodies are warm
I am as cold as stone
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3. |
On top of brick mount
03:08
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You fear your animal head
Your rage is impotence
Your dumb speech is terror-struck
You fear our animal head
Your spirit trusts in good God
Great winged bats attach themselves to your face
I will sing of our anniversary
Your manifestation in our age of darkness
We will love each other
Disguised as girls on top of Brick Mount
You enter me in bodily rapture
Female wolverines dance on top of Brick Mount
Embracing the ambivalence on celebration day
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Duchess under hanging tree
Feigns to swing on hanging rope
Lest there be any doubt
Communion with my happy god
Woman is my keeper
She takes away my eyes
A miracle on my heart heath shrine
You said of the Immaculate Conception
I entered her with joy
Communion with my happy god
Stay with me for long time
Shepherdess chasing sheep on juried hill
Your face is like morning
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The feminine brutalist steadies the universe
I want sex with the feminine brutalist
She suspends the motions of the planets
She lightens that darkness which is never seen
She holds keys to the rooms where I’ve never been
But I don’t care
“White bird featherless
Flew from paradise
Pitched on a castle wall
Along came Lord Landless
Took it up handless
And rose away horseless
To the king’s white hall”
(English folk origin)
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7. |
Billet spied, bolt sped
02:40
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I’m in love with Venus
She rises above my bed
And hangs in the air like a dead wind
The universe is rotten
Heavenly bodies collide as if by magic
An eclipse of the sun is on my forehead
And stardust turns to ash as darkness falls.
“The lives of three wattles, the life of a hound
The lives of three hounds, the life of a steed
The lives of three steeds, the life of a man
The lives of three men, the life of an eagle
The lives of three eagles, the life of a yew
The life of a yew, the length of an age
Seven ages from Creation to Doom”
(English 9th century)
“Billet spied
Bolt sped
Across field
Crows fled
Aloft wounded
One left dead”
(Celtic origin)
Black is my steeplejack
Upon the hill, I see my steeplejack
White is my dazzling sister
She is fun upon the hill
There is no love in those wild acres
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Carrion
02:20
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Black crows swoop down to
Ploughed fields when farmer’s done
You’re a carrion
You turned your mad face to me
That which I cannot bare
(twice)
Black crows swoop down to
Ploughed fields when farmer’s done
You’re a carrion
You turn your mad face to me
And we eat the flesh of gods.
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She is brutal to my sight
White, silent and thrill
For love I’ll call myself virgin
She is brutal to my sight
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As he beats the dog, he thinks of love
I call her sweet in that black hole
In such a place for the blind and insane
Thrown to the hounds yet he flies away
I call him visionary for love is strong
Open that door for the beaten dog
And everything will be for love
Love is my sweetness
When my back cracked with love, the earth moved
And the crazy ran screaming into the sea never to return
My name is horn
My name is horn
Giddy girls are smacked and pinched
And mad black faces hang from trees
Imaginary apes fall to ground in a passionate embrace
Swiftness is like a falling star
My love smells like an empty room
My love swells inside her womb
I come in silence
At dead of night
To my place
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11. |
Sharlene
01:06
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The night is a forest
Its heaving animal breast is fortune portent
Give up your pearls to the demon with the dog face
Your palace is taken by few words
Take off your dress, Sharlene.
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My balls are the balls of a fiend
Whose name shall not be revealed
My name is Blind Samson
Guided by the principle of love
He says a man is strong
Though woman thinks him weak
Deny me strength, deny me love
Who’s that boy taken by the hand
And led across the fields to a secret place
Where God does not impress?
I invoke the divine whore
And woman springs from the fountain pure
And offers revelation
Life enters death and death embraces life
“Move freely into me” she says,
“Move into my nothingness, and God will move into you.”
Life moves into her and I forget who I am.
Give me space to live, leave me room to die.
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13. |
Levitation
02:20
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The most important question
Ceases to exist
If your dream whirls about you
How can you lose
You have no guilt
There is no blame
I fathom you
Stay where you are
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15. |
Invocation of Honorius
01:20
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16. |
Come into my garden
04:06
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She is bold and statuesque
Strangely magnificent
A still-standing anchoress
Accent laborious she opens herself
And bids you come
With charm and superstition.
In the garden of girls I belong
For a moment I was there
Breathless young man
You know where the wounded lie
In the image of the adolescent
Come into my garden, she say.
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17. |
Here comes my mistress
02:30
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18. |
Marguerite Porete
04:20
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19. |
A sensuous soul
03:36
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The feminine brutalist steadies the universe
My mother embraced the steady universe
And the universe became visible
To my own eyes.
“As I went up the Brandy hill
I met my Father with good will.
He had jewels, he had rings
He had many pretty things
He'd a cat and nine tails
He*d a hammer wanting nails.
Up Jock, down Tom
Blow the bellows, old man”
(English folk origin)
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“There was a man of double deed
Sowed his garden full of seed
When the seed began to grow
'Twas like a garden full of snow;
When the snow began to melt
'Twas like a ship without a belt
When the ship began to sail
'Twas like a bird without a tail
When the bird began to fly
'Twas like an eagle in the sky
When the sky began to roar
'Twas like a lion at the door
When the door began to crack
'Twas like a stick across my back
When my back began to smart
'Twas like a penknife in my heart
When my heart began to bleed
'Twas death and death and death indeed”
(English folk origin)
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22. |
Hey, rub a dub dub
01:34
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“Hey rub a dub dub
Three men in a tub
The brewer, the baker, the candlestick-maker
They all sprung out of a rotten potato
An apple for the king
A pear for the queen
And a good toss over the bowling green
The bowling green it was so high
It nearly tossed me over the sky
Sky, sky, let the cat die”
(English folk origin)
I held on to a bird as it span around and around until it dropped
But I am as big and as strong as the house which I call my own
My house is full of demons who cry in the night
And speak ill of my friends
My house is a torment
When the cock crows and the sun shines
I shut my ears and close my eyes
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23. |
Untitled
02:24
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24. |
Morte
04:36
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