1. |
This Mortal Coil
06:19
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Sans
The Patreons
Where were you
With Eden's fawns?
Dawn shall break
The day is new
And all I want to know
Is where were you?
Brave, the innocent
Brave are those who meet you
Deprived and indigent
Are those who never meet you now
I'm just an anvil
Sitting on a rocky shore
I'm just waiting
For the sweet demise of war
Emerging
From a hole in the sky
And all the people
Telling why
It's elemental.
Looking out on
The bold & waving colors
That wash across
The floor & the field
And on to eternity.
The sun is up
And we are climbing
I say that hat
Was made just for you
The sound of laughter
Is food for the trees.
A smile can shake
The crystal stars from the night
We put them on a string
And tie it tight
The dirt on my hands
Is from digging
Making my way
Up through the soil
I have emerged
And am blooming
Sending out a vine
Around this mortal coil.
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2. |
A Bird Inside Yr Skull
04:25
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A bird inside your skull
Is like a bird within your hand
I'll speak it in a language
That I think you'll understand
A bird inside your skull
Is like a bird within your hand
There's more than cotton candy
In the middle of the land
Oliver knows it
Oliver knows it again
We're never gonna look inside
The universe again
The fall was way too serious
To broker and amend
We're never gonna look inside
The universe again
The light was way too glorious
To suffer and offend
Oliver knows it
Oliver knows it again
Camptown races have begun
There's fire inside the firing lung
We can't wait 'til she has sung
The sleeping furnace fuels the sun
The jolt inside your head is new
Can you re-remind me what it is you do
We look glacial when we dance
And I'm hardly thinking it's our last chance
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3. |
Church of Nothing
05:23
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Talking of paradise
There is a stone table in the woods.
Holding hands with the city of angels
Packing boxes
To move back north.
She liked the words I said there
The students were angry
And told me to leave.
I just smiled and continued speaking
Her eyes were sparkling,
The daughter of Eve.
I'm on my way out
There is a secret language
A way of knowing who is alright.
I found myself on the opposite side
On the roofs of buildings
And under blue lights.
I'm on my way out.
The church of something
I have been down this way before
They make something of nothing
It doesn't bother me anymore
The church of nothing
I've never been down this way before
They make nothing of something
I wish it didn't bother me anymore.
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4. |
The Flying Ships
10:50
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Even sound is verbose here
You don't need to whisper
We're close to the edge here
And ordaining the sister
The flying ships with towering masts
Sail waves of clouds and stars
Circling around the earth
On the sound of brave guitars
We are not alone; we're in it
The captain cries, "Raise the sail!
The woodland fox is coming to dinner
With the crown and holy grail."
Send up a kite so we can see you
Hang white linen in the yard
Lakes shine like mirrors
And we have no combs
Just the recollection of old photographs
Tucked away in a trunk in the corner
It's half past four
And the sun is putting on its coat
And preparing to leave for the day
I am waiting to drop anchor.
Bellicose boys
And ginger peach girls
Hands full of ribbons
And lungs full of noise
I see the ships
Which sail the waves
Of your blue hair.
Your hand is not a kite
But the color of the sun.
You stand on the beach
Like an hourglass of sand
Whispering fragrant words
To a flock of onyx birds.
The future won't forget you
Its name is lodged in the back of your throat.
I can see you.
A rainbow of lines
Flows from your fingertips
Clouds pass through your clear blue eyes
And when you stand on your tiptoes,
You can see under the door into heaven
Tell us what you see there
And do we want to be there?
We are round and the world is square.
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The curve of a crescent
The syrupy sound of water
Filling your ears
And closing your eyes
What do you see?
What do you hear?
Can you taste with your fingers?
Can you smell the dirty leaves with your skin?
I absorb light
I stand under the stars and drink it in
I inherit the spirit of the animal
On the side of the road
I soften the energy
To blend in & not frighten away
Thoughts race through the atmosphere
Faster than the speed of light
They cut through the core of the Earth
As if it were non-existent
They ring a bell
Inside somebody's head
We recognize this energy
We know it without knowing
The question is do we trust it?
Do we listen to it?
And do we do what it encourages us to do?
Fond of anyone,
The spoken hero
So far from Nero
Lives in effigy
The pain of paused lips
The rain all slow drips
Down to the center
Of everything
That we believed in.
Can you push the button higher?
Are you calling me a liar?
When I run, there is a fire
In front of me.
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6. |
Une Fleur Surnaturelle
01:26
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Continue, ô reine Flore
Des gouttes d'eau bleu-vert tombent sur les visages renversés.
On tisse avec le vent
dans et par les souvenirs
Et tous les futurs possibles.
Invoquez les nuages d'un geste de la main;
Le courage de voyager au-delà de la lumière coule
Dans mes veines.
Le soleil a été versé dans un corps
Et je me tiens devant toi maintenant:
Une fleur surnaturelle.
Carry on, O Flora queen
Drops of blue-green water fall on upturned faces.
We weave with the wind
In and through memories
And all of the possible futures.
Summon the clouds with a wave of the hand;
The courage to travel beyond light
Courses through my veins.
Sunshine was poured into a body
And I stand before you now:
A supernatural flower.
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7. |
Good Morning
08:12
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Good morning
Good something to do
Good morning
I love you
Good morning
Good is shining on you
Good morning
You know I love you
Canonize the good look of everyone
And don't be afraid
Leave behind the angry & empty
Their future is laid
We work towards the stars
In a light that's descending
We don't need the old repertoires
And no need pretending
When your hand is counting everything
And your cares are way down low
People asking the question
Where did the mockingbird go?
And the pilgrim said to me,
"I love the words that pass between
I love the words that go unseen
I love the magic in the thoughts that animate you
The invisible connection between our minds"
Love is a circle
In so many ways
Yellow wraps itself around
Charms of glitter dance upon the breeze
They float in through your open window
And settle wherever they please
Magic moves in sounds & colors
It animates our celestial bodies
Who has the key for the next dimension?
We want to share the energy
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Emily, that's no surprise
Emily is twice her size
She was tossed by an ocean wave
But she stuck her hand out
In order to save
My soul
Rare is the fountain
From yesterday
We kneel in the backseat
Of hammered grey
I have a split screen
To discover you
Fog in the market
And a crystal bay-
Be all the Joan of Arc you are
Throw the television
Out of the moving car
Simply whistle
And watch the sky bend down and pray
You are the magic
You are the Shangri-La
The alarm clock walks to the edge of the bed
And rings its little brass bells at me.
Me, I am flying in a hot air balloon
Over fields filled with words
And roller coaster rides.
I'm reminded of the monastery
On the hill on the north side of town
But there's no hill
And no domed building.
I know it all exists somewhere.
She described the bridge
I've crossed a million times
And even named the city
Though I cannot recall
A photograph on the tip of my tongue
Woven through the brightly colored fabric of other worlds
That welcome me each night.
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9. |
Grand Opinion
07:23
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Posing in some English way
Far from atom, far from the sway
We are constant; the ships will stay
I'll be odd & obvious: you choose the song we play
Kings will rise up, and destroy our land
They pray the mothers will somehow understand
We may be little, but there's fire in our hand
You've made a patent mockery
Of the very place we stand
There's a blue man looking out for you
There's a hula girl making eyes at you
There's a woman praying, her head bent low
The golden man sits with his eyes closed
Standing on a grand opinion
Doesn't grant it full dominion
When you trap me, I do pray
Betting on some English way
There's a long arm
When children stray
An outside miracle
Sent by cathode ray mi fa
Fa so la ti do
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10. |
The Vision
04:13
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Do you have the vision?
Do you have permission?
Do you know what the commission might say?
We get tired of walking
We get tired of talking
We get tired of hearing
All the empty words they say
No one believes us
We paint a picture
No one can see us
We try to focus the camera here
Holding out our hands
To try and catch
The rain that is falling
We know it all depends
On launching something now
Do you have the vision?
Do you have permission?
Do you know what the commission might say?
We get tired of walking
We get tired of talking
We get tired of all the
Empty words that they say.
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11. |
Quantum Connectivity
06:32
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Motor roller baby
Motor roller baby now
Does anyone see the light?
Can anyone see the statuary?
Does anyone make it right?
Can anyone move us on from the wall?
Lime & lemon sunshades
Sheets blowing in the breeze
I need to see you clearly
Omnivision on my knees
Our hands wave like a meadow
Our core is a deep red wine
She has flowers down the length of her arm
The path of Woman is divine
I recognized you the first time I saw you
The tendrils of light started interweaving
My soul is drawn to the ones it's supposed to be
Everything else is deceiving
Purple is the color
Yellow is the aura all around
The atmosphere is electric
Every time you simply come around
Turn around one time,
I look the same
Turn around two times,
and I am different.
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12. |
After We're Gone
10:57
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After we're gone ...
What do you think animals might say?
Who will use the instruments we play?
Who will know that we were ever here?
Who will tell the leaves it's been a year?
Who will read the words written in the sand?
Who will hold what you held so tightly in your hand?
What will be the artifacts they find?
Will there be a wiser, peaceful kind?
What will be the point of all our strife?
The only thing that lives on
Is how we touched another life.
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13. |
Knee Deep in Heaven
07:31
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Gravity
lengthens the heart
And moving sidewalks
Is a foundation's art
I can't breathe
But I'm trying to start
To paint a circle
On the blurry eye chart
You can't say
There's nobody to meet you
All they are
Are these chemicals to greet you
All we do
Is written upon our face
We stall
And bring spirals all around
Your feet aren't touching the ground
Your ears don't register the sound
Your head's way up high in the clouds
Or the deep end of the ocean
And I'm afraid to swim
Thrown across the sky
Like a knot of sparrows
You assemble on the ground
Like a throng of arrows
You eye the crooked path
Through the straight and narrows
And aim to set it right
You have daisies for eyes
A mouth like a rose
And the voice of a lion
Scatter your petals on the ground
No need to be wise or profound
Just follow the light & the sound
And knee deep in heaven
Knee deep in heaven
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14. |
Chateau de Vibrac
04:05
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15. |
So Enchanting
10:07
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When you send the music high
There's nothing to dream about
When you send the music high
It becomes enchanting
Nothing to talk about
Nothing to write about
Nothing to fret about
Here, it's all enchanting
We'll be singing this every year
Looking high from the far-out sphere
It's all just so inviting
It's all just so enlightening
It's all just so inviting now
(I hear them singing)
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Forest Saints Springfield, Illinois
Forest Saints is the psych-prog project of Kate Schwartz.
Kate also makes albums under the names
Demons on Wheels (garage rock) and Tin Ghost (Americana/folk). She is 1/2 of Splendid Flunkys.
Schwartz' solo experimental music is available here, and "The Black Oil" is carried by the ReR label.
Kate is a member of End Times Trio (freejazz). Their CD, "Fracture Time," is available on CDBaby.
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