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Otolith
02:44
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Harpoon head, toggle and claw
Whalebone corset and scrimshaw
Baleen plate, peel and pith
Whalebone ear, an otolith
Human brain turned to glass
An hourglass shape, a mountain pass
Hail and snow, pyroclastic flows
Pummice and ash and supervolcano magma
Flukes and junk, monkey lips
Trilobite fossils, factory ships
Zombie worms and basket stars await in the deep
Rattails and hagfish in dark dreams that don´t sleep
Two thirds of the earth, for what it´s worth
The endless sea, ends with a word, a final frontier
Two thirds of the earth, to steal, to commandeer
The endless sea ends with a word
Disappear
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Jack of all trades
02:51
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Jack of all trades, master of none
Heir of the earth´s riches, favourite son
Jack of all trades, master of none
A hard day´s work, no it´s never done
Do what they won´t, do what you will
Call it a talent, call it a skill
Do what they can´t, do what you can
A fair exchange, a trade for a man
Jack of all trades, master of none
Heir of the earth´s riches, favourite son
Jack of all trades, master of none
Heir of the earth´s riches, favourite son
Even for Jack, the odds they are stacked
Climb that steeple that people know is cracked
Damned if you don´t, damned if you do
A bone to pick with a skeleton crew
Stories are short, tales are tall
Passing the buck, dropping the ball
Pick up the slack, cover your tracks
Head for the hills and don´t look back
Jack of all trades, master of none
Heir of the earth´s riches, favourite son
Jack of all trades, master of none
Heir of the earth´s riches, favourite son
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Anemone
03:04
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Anemone, I swim, I see
An ocean mirror, reflections of me
In silvered glass, meadows of lush eel grass
Nautilus spiralling lugworm casts
The restless sea, with one foot in the door
A memory of tidepools, nothing more
Brain freeze, a melting icecream cone
Periwinkle shells and cuttlebones
Fisherman, fingerling, fry
Thunderheads heaped up on high
Cormorant wings out to dry
Storm petrel eyes
Cumulonimbus skies
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Golden sun
04:36
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So in time it came to pass
The sun was a magnifying glass
Setting fire to the grass
In the name of golden sun
In the name of golden sun
In the name of golden sun
Oh Golden Sun, Golden Sun
Oh where in the world have you gone
Oh Golden Sun, Golden Sun
The stinging tail, the buzzing doom
The open coffin in the living room
Flowering youth, hammer and cock
Dandelion your blossom is a clock
Wipe those numbers off your face
It´s time to press delete and erase
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Neanderthal mind
03:09
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Where is the bounding pulse, where are the arteries
Where are the spasms or the weakness of the knees
Where´s the circulation in the moon´s little white lie
Cold dead planet in a cold and dying sky
Staring down the darkness dimly, phosphorescent light
Bioluminescence, foxfire and sight
Fireflies and glowworms, fine monstrosities
Echolocating me
Dead language, dead wood
A forest disenchanted and misunderstood
The universe is young enough and happily oblivious to us
Upon a dazzling carpet ride I rise to meet the day
A giant reflector where the dust from mountains lay
Prostrate and substrate funnel through my fingers run
Timeless time by the countless billion ton
The rays of the sun strike the surface of the waves
At oblique angles like the cavemen in their caves
Prism of refraction of the most dispersive kind
My neanderthal mind
Dead language, dead wood
A forest disenchanted and misunderstood
The universe is young enough, and happily oblivious to us
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Samarra, Sahara
03:23
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Burls and cankers on silver birch trees
Swelling tumours on my brain
Interlocking chaotic patterns
Twisting, dancing a wild grain
I am warping, I´m deforming
Heavy heartwood sapwood and mud
I´m malignant, I´m a cancer
Imperfections my dormant buds
I radiate and scatter, dissipate and drool
Rooting the soil with cysts and nodules
Ink inside oak apples, honeylocust galls
From the glade clearing to the tree fall
I am cutting through the forest
Like a chainsaw through the air
Overstated, sharp serrated
Teeth like trumpets that blast and blare
I listen to the branches snapping like a snare
Tapping out morse, incantations and prayers
I listen to the morning, breaking like a spell
Founding, casting, and tuning a bell
Samarra, Sahara, spinning Jenny
A wingnut, a whirlybird, a catkin for tea
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