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Red Spider, Red Star
02:57
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red planet, red star
blinking from so far away
can you see me
can you hear me?
and the trees might turn to white
in the middle of the night
i can see the galaxies
in the sky and in the trees
you dabble into clusters
you’re not a single start
you take up the whole sky
blinking to my eye
red spider, red star
catching light in front of me
how do you build it?
a web suspended
and the wind might blow you down
for miles until there’s ground
i can see the galaxies
in the sky and in the trees
and the wind might blow you down
for miles until there’s ground
and the trees might turn to white
from catching so much light
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The Fox
05:21
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swim tall, through the pounding wave, little fox
dive low, when you hear them chains, little fox
run with hooves, take the horse, little fox
beat the earth, through your feet, with your heart
when the open mouths find you
with their eager teeth, fangs revealed
this is not love
they do not love
they are feeding on the beats of your heart
they will leave you starving and haunted
when they come knocking, howling for more
turn, turn, turn from them, run, run
turn, turn, turn from them, run, run
turn, turn, turn from them, run, run, run from them
turn, turn, turn from them, run!
i am not loved by you
i am fed upon by you
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3. |
Interlude
02:05
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4. |
Little Warrior
04:44
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oh, little warrior
so much water within you
you make up the tears not shed
in the thick-skinned world
let this one fall down
let this one fall
let this one fall down, let this one fall
with the same tears shed as those that stained cheeks
upon our arrival
oh, little warrior
your skin’s thick as a bowl is deep
with no fantastic wall
but thick with room to hold
help this one stand out, help this one up
to the ruling wall as a reminder
that they in turn do fall
let us return now, let us return
to the same tears shed as those that stained cheeks
upon our arrival
back to the water, back to the deep
without the ruling wall to find the place of
every arrival
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5. |
Ghosts in the World
05:38
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when we are ghosts in the world
we will find eachother’s arms
and there will be no rules
that is what our death will be
when i let go of my body
when i let go of my home
you won’t need to haunt me anymore
but now that i am living, now that i’m alive
i’m gonna withdraw from you, for you, for me
now that i am living, now that i’m alive
our desire is a whirlpool that pulls me from light
now that i am living, now that i’m alive
our desire is a whirlpool that takes me from life
so i’m gonna withdraw from you, for you, for me
when we’re dead and gone, we can build and build
what never worked here
without the strain or pain of being life and light
and watching it disappear
when we are ghosts in the world
i’ll find your house floating detached
and no one has to know
no one has to die
no one’s light will dim
because we will be ghosts in the world
we will ghosts in the world
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Teach Me
06:27
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teach me how to see the rain coming on
teach me how to bend my back for so long
have i heard a forest demon?
no, i learn it haunts no reason
down a few blocks, they raise peacocks
teach me how to greet a new babe’s wonder
teach me how to let my voice come sooner
the daybreak with her fog of claws
but she just wants her belly rubbed
she’s not afraid of me now
she plays on whats been plowed
teach me how to make the long row shorter
teach me how to make the warmth last longer
keep your eyes on what you plant
when the clouds part, lean back
make the seconds hours
with the sun and with the flowers
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7. |
Interlude
01:05
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8. |
Cathedral
04:13
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you take me to a cathedral
sit me down on the bench
you take down the stained-glass windows
they show the story of your birth
and you say, “Here, here I am born
There, there are the angels
Those, my mom and my dad
That, that is a weaver”
kaitlin, have i seen war?
did i ever ride horses?
was i a boy in a choir?
did i ever have a sister?
and you say, “Here, here you are born
There, there are the angels
Those, your mom and your dad
That, that is a sculptor”
you take me to a cathedral
didn’t answer my question
will i see space?
you might’ve told me
but i could not hear it
i was listening to the choir’s song
could not stop listening to the choir’s song
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eleanor murray Olympia, Washington
Songwriter, producer, and artist Eleanor Murray has spent the past twelve years creating and recording music out of the Pacific Northwest. Informed by folk tradition while adhering to no rules, Eleanor Murray’s music exists in a genre all its own. Her songs are often structurally complicated, while also sparse and open, full of warmth and light. Each album’s sonic landscape is completely its own. ... more
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