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Burls and Cankers
04:15
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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 sprawl
Pass in and out of damaged cell walls
I radiate and scatter, dissipate and sprawl
From the clearing to the treefall
I am cutting through the forest
Like a chainsaw through the air
Spores are raining, hard campaigning
Mini sun spots and solar flares
I radiate and scatter, dissipate and sprawl
Pass in and out of damaged cell walls
I radiate and scatter, dissipate and sprawl
From the clearing to the treefall
Samara, Sahara, spinning Jenny
A Wingnut, a whirlybird, a catkin for tea
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Accordian
03:50
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Spittlebug nymphs and cuckoo spit in the meadows
Lapwing eggs in sand and dust, shaking feathers free of wanderlust The common blue damselfly has uncommonly beautiful eyes
The cottongrass I like alot, I call it old man's beard but it is not
Dead heading flowers while I play
With the death's head hawkmoths
They sound like an accordian to me
The narrow bordered five spot burnet is a mouthful even to a swallow
Admirals and chysalises command swifts and sunkisses to follow
Bronze patina sedge and moss, the copper coins don't give a toss do they
The currency of blooming dumb, pinch what's spent between finger and thumb
Dead heading flowers while I play
With the death's head hawkmoths
They sound like an accordian to me
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Circle Of Stones
04:19
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I light my fire in a circle of stones
Upon a hillside of granite and bone
I have no fire in my heart when I'm alone
So I light my fire in a circle of stones
Bills keep coming in while I go out
Out of my mind til I scream and shout
Shouting is really just a scorched earth game
But you shouldn't play with fire, no you shouldn't toy with flames
I light my fire in a circle of stones
Upon a hillside of granite and bone
I have no fire in my heart when I'm alone
So I light my fire in a circle of stones
Even the granite's cracking up in shock
There's flames darting out from inbetween the rocks
Burning embers landing on my boots and socks
Orange fire lighting up my glowing pelt like a fox
I light my fire in a circle of stones
Upon a hillside of granite and bone
I have no fire in my heart when I'm alone
So I light my fire in a circle of stones
In a circle of stones, in a circle of stones
There's no circle of friends going around on your own
In a circle of stones, in a circle of stones
The moon is waning while the flames around you have grown
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Whispering Pines
03:02
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Whispering pines, sticks and stones
Creaking candles, needles and cones
Swaying and splaying roots and crowns
I saw the eyesaw through cataracts of moss
Flooring a forest of pining and loss
The loss of a limb, a lumbering life
An overgrown whetstone, an edgeless knife
When the pines whisper they speak with a stutter
Beating the drums of my ears with the flutter
Of snowfalls on drystone walls and woodpecker wings
Evergreen superbeings, a swamp of things
Things that unsettle and settle old scores
To standing ovations of wooden applause
Splintering sounds collapse into clapping
Heartwood splitting, branches snapping
While resinous blobs of reasoning eyes
Stick to the facts of sorcerous skies
Of warlock and hemlock and gridlock and rain
Barking, and sapping and pulping remains
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Dream woman
02:37
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Dream woman, dream woman
Dream woman, where are you
To be held should be prized as highly as intercourse
But it isn't and it won't be, and that is precisely
Why my dream was so wonderful, to wake from this place I'd been
This dream woman who said nothing, did nothing really except
Held me so perfectly, that joyously I slept
Grateful dreams of fulfillment without longing
I forgave myself and others their wrongings
I awoke with the most curious sensation
Of beginning a new day with anticipation
Dream woman, dream woman
Dream woman, where are you
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It's not the end of the world
We're not burning up in the sun
It's not the end of the world
We're not burning up in the sun
We are not exploding, exploding in the sun
Just me and my son offroading, offroading, having fun
It's not the end of the road
It is not the end of the line
It's not the end of the road
It is not the end of the line
We are not crossing the line, just crossing the sea
Two homeless bums in a houseboat making a home movie
It's not the end of the film
We're still watching the credits roll
It's not the end of the film
We're still watching the credits roll
We can't take all of the credit and blame
For rolling down the blinds at the world's end of days
It's not the end of the world
We're not burning up in the sun
It's not the end of the world
We're not burning up in the sun
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