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Sirens
03:01
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lullaby for madmen
can't separate the song from silence
when the sacred breath is dancing
and its time
my blood as ink
a dark place to think
and echoes of silence
blood runs thick
mud and sticks
you come out of hiding
sai sai! sai sai!
when the sea
cradles me
i won't float
corals on my body
and the moon in throat
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2. |
Native Stranger
02:44
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take a fistful of sand
let it slip through your hand
if you want to be free
say after me
i'm a stranger to this place
i'm a stranger to this time
i'm a stranger to my lover
i'm a stranger to my mind
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3. |
Little Gods
02:38
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i have heard a trumpet player
where the son of man was hung
breathe out lightening and lillies
with his giant lungs
and the tears of a woman
breathe a luminous melody
primordial hum
you could trace their ancestry
all the way back to the sun
you could enter the light
tightrope walking that ringing wire
devil, devil setting souls afire
i have heard the desert woman
counting grains of sand
covered in viscous heat
her throat and her hands
lift in song her desert tales
rain maker wash our sins away
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4. |
Wolverine
05:07
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the sun sets and the curtains fall
i lie down and i bend his will
i let my body do the talking
just for a night a cheap thrill
just for a man who promised much
and done so very little
and though my feet be set upon
the royal mighty hill
and though my hands be reeking of
your hundred dollar bills
even when my cup runs over
i wont have had my fill
i wont have had my fill
and through the night i hear him call
no bottomless pit is too deep for me
i feel the whip, the nails, the thorns
i hear my brothers and sisters weeping
now there's this sign against my wall
says grace is free but is not cheap
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5. |
Parade
04:54
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i once knew an old nun
she had hands like shards of ice
i once knew a jazz pianist
he had hands like flowing water
i once knew a phantom child
it had hands like rising vapour
soon, soon i'll join that wondrous parade
of all, all the things the good lord has made
i once knew a single mother
she had hands like plastic flowers
she used to adorn her daughter's room with
i once knew a supreme court judge
he had hands like rotten paper
in archives
soaking up murderous ink and
i once knew a prostitute
she had hands like wet cardboard
she used to build herself a home in
soon, soon i'll join that wondrous parade
of all, all the things the good lord has made
sleep is defeat
stay up and swallow the faces the night hours bring
and what do mornings in your room look like
faces turned to dust dancing in the sunlight
and rage takes energy
eat your breakfast, read poetry
say i know myself better than you
say doo daa dada do da dada do
see how the world keeps on moving without you
say ahh what a relief, say doo da dada doo
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6. |
Sway
02:25
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i sway in the darkness
of my one bedroom apartment
to the rhythm of the dripping faucets
to the rhythm of the ticking clock
to the rhythm of the lovers upstairs
i sway around the boxes i live out of
and pause to ponder
at the emptiness of the photo frames
at the emptiness of the silence now
at the emptiness of the lovers upstairs
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7. |
Farmer in the Sky
03:56
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Someone ran a tractor through the clouds
while everyone was sleeping last night
the moon was ready to yield
and the stars did not put up a fight
i was woken up
by the emptiness of my bedside
i thought i heard
someone stirring outside
i wiped away the last shred of dream from my eye
i made up my mind to follow
the farmer the sky
farmer in the sky
take me to where time does not apply
farmer in the sky
i know why you took to the sky
i saw you growing up from
black and white to shades of grey
its funny how you still claim
things will get clearer day by day
mister farmerman aren't you tired
of being so free
somedays i swear i could
do anything anyone would ask of me
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Jerusha Rai New York, New York
Jerusha Rai of the Kirati First peoples of South Asia is a songwriter and a music producer. She has been experimenting with folk and roots sounds, blending in hypnotic, psychedelic sensibilities. Her albums Sunsaan (2019) and A Dark Place to Think (2016), both deal with Indigenous identity, displacement and spirituality from a deeply intimate space. ... more
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