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Change Things
07:48
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Silence and all my sailing lovers come
to grief up cry a violent sea of love
the sea whose lustrous ghost glides
glides through the central blue of your eyes
Now when the fire fails and loneliness kills
and the soul longs to be gone from where it is
I appear bemused to you wondering would a kiss
change things
How these miles between us freeze
freeze and sparkle through the darkness
as time lingers and sways in a chilling breeze
I imagine roses for a moment on winter hills
Now when the fire fails and loneliness kills
and the soul longs to be gone from where it is
I appear bemused to you wondering would a kiss
change things
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2. |
Three Islands
06:39
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All I could see from where I stood
was three long mountains and a wood
I turned and looked another way
and saw three islands in a bay
So with my eyes I traced the line
of the horizon thin and fine
straight around till I was come
back to where I'd started from
And all I saw from where I stood
was three long mountains and a wood
over these things I could not see
these were the things that bounded me
But sure the sky is big I said
miles and miles above my head
so here upon my back I'll lie
and look my fill into the sky
And I could touch them with my hand
almost I thought from where I stand
and all at once things seemed so small
my breath came short and scarce at all
But sure the sky is big I said
miles and miles above my head
so here upon my back I'll lie
and look my fill into the sky
(excerpt from the poem Renascence c 1912, 1940 by Edna St. Vincent Millay)
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Let the Wind Blow
06:27
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My soul stands at the window of my room
and I ten thousand miles away
my days are filled
with ocean's sound of doom
salt and cloud and the bitter spray
My selfish youth
my books with gilded edge
knowledge and all gaze down the street
the potted plants upon the window ledge
gaze down with selfish lives and sweet
let the wind blow for many a man shall die
My night is now her day my day her night
So I lay down and so I rise
the sun burns close
the star is losing height
the clock is hunting down the skies
Let the wind blow for many a man shall die
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4. |
Brahma
04:56
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If the red slayer think he slays
or if the slain think he is slain
they know not well the subtle ways
I keep and pass and turn again
Far or forgot to me is near
shadow and sunlight are the same
the vanquished gods to me appear
and one to me are shame and fame
They reckon ill who leave me out
when me they fly I am the wings
I am the doubter and the doubt
and I the hymn the Brahman sings
Strong gods pine for my abode
and pine in vain the sacred seven
but thou meek lover of the good
find me and turn thy back on heaven
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Sunset
04:31
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The night is setting in to blow
scores the windowpane with snow
out of reach of hand
on human avenues across a sea
What heart can ever know itself
through each door a spectral frame
movements vanish in the air
violet colors through the glass
a hundred words to pass the day
each of us making to the light
A hundred words to pass the day
yet not a word to tell the tale
What heart can ever know itself
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Somewhere
02:29
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Owl
06:35
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Came for a minute
never say goodbye
believe in nothing
God knows why
I dreamt of you
I never sleep at night
I walked along the sea
I never leave my house
Like an owl exploding in your life in your brain
like an owl who knows the devil all night all day
you hear the questions rise in a flame
like a whistle of a crazy dog who's the ruler of this hell
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8. |
Sweet Space
05:59
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O braided dusks of the oak
and woven shades of the vine
while the riotous noon-day sun
of the june day long did shine
You held me fast in your heart
I held you fast in mine
while the riotous noon-day sun
of the june day long did shine
Beautiful glooms soft dusks
in the noon-day fire
wildwood privacies
closets of lone desire
chamber from chamber parted
with wavering arras of leaves
cells for the passionate pleasure
of prayer to the soul that grieves
And when terror and shrinking
and dreary unnamable pain
drew over me out of the merciless miles
the merciless miles of the plain
Oh now unafraid
I am fain to face
that sweet face of space
the vast sweet face of space
To the edge of the wood I am drawn
to the edge of the wood I am drawn
where the gray beach glimmering runs
as a belt of the dawn
where the gray beach glimmering runs
as a belt of the dawn
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North Winds
05:05
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Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
arrives the snow and driving over the fields
Seems nowhere to alight
the whited air hides hills and woods
the river and the heaven
veils the farm-house at the garden's end
Delayed all friends shut out
the housemates sit around the fire
enclosed in the privacy of a storm
Come see the north winds blowing
round every windward tree
speeding the myriad-handed
his wild work nought cares he
And when his hours are numbered
and the world is all his own
retiring as he were not
leaves when the sun appears
stone by stone
I would I were alive again
to kiss the fingers of the rain
to drink into my eyes the shine
of the sun
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I saw and heard and knew at last
the how and why of all things past
and present and forevermore
and why I was living for
Of all regret mine was the weight
mine every greed mine every hate
fell from my eyes I could see
a drenched and dripping apple tree
Of all regret mine was the weight
mine every greed mine every hate
fell from my eyes I could see
a drenched and dripping apple tree
The grass a tip-toe at my ear
whispering to me I could hear
I felt the rain's cool finger-tips
brushed tenderly across my lips
Lay gently by my side
falling beside the heavy night
fell from my eyes I could see
a drenched and dripping apple tree
I know not how such things could be
I only know there came to me
a fragrance such as never clings
to save happy living things
A last long line of silver rain
a sky grown clear and blue again
fell from my eyes I could see
a drenched and dripping apple tree
Lay gently by my side
falling beside the heavy night
fell from my eyes I could see
a drenched and dripping apple tree
(excerpt taken & arranged from the poem Renascence
c 1912, 1940 by Edna St. Vincent Millay)
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11. |
Perhaps
04:02
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Spring is like a perhaps
Which comes carefully
Out of nowhere
Arranging a window
Into which people look
Changing, placing
There's a strange thing here
Whirlpools of purple
Whirlpools of gold
Wind from the mountains
Of the highest hopes
Mandarin moments
Visions in blue
Amongst the flowers the ferns
And you
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Deleyaman
Deleyaman is a French-American band founded in 2000 by Aret Madilian, Beatrice Valantin and Gerard Madilian. Their sound
can't be pigeon-holed into a single genre, it has been described as enigmatic and poetic. They are the first alternative band to have included the ancient wind instrument, the duduk, in their permanent line-up.
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