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Currents
04:30
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Currents
Dad, he woke before the dawn
he dresses in the dark and he’s gone.
The car engine moans, he drives in alone
to deepen pits in endless rows.
His boss says “My friend, in life there’s nothing free.
and no one can afford to be,
so put your aching hands to oiling their machine.”
The dutiful lost in their going
cry buzzsaw swarms engulf the slow ones.
Each will decide if in this life
promised deliverance will someday suffice
when every moment’s stained in sacrifice
as we ask ourselves “What do I sell this time?”
(the dismal doorways of despair still will oblige).
Fences carve property scars,
each line designed to keep apart
those cutting loose the shortage noose
hung to adorn their gilded ruins.
But until we all break free no one is free
and each glimpse convinces me…
We are the currents raging towards release
The luscious veil of daybreak to the east
The sprout proclaiming space through crumbling streets
The gentle-handed new day tendency
So come my sisters, brothers, sing with me
Come my brothers, sisters, sing with me.
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Cultivation
02:56
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Cultivation
Poor manners rearranged and praised
‘till wolf pack laws are deemed sane
imbalance pressed on mind frames
is not our true state
and will be burned away
‘till we have ground to cultivate
a human kindness as we bring
love into the world.
Nurture the constancy that knows
when weeding back your mad growth
you let roots feed what’s been sown,
so push past your tangles
and stand free and whole,
nourish a simple garden home
the boundless gifts each of us own
to be shared with the world.
Turn to the rich soil of your mind
in damp earth offerings we find
a cycle-strength that gifts life.
She leaves us humbled
and with the strength to fight
for ease of breath in living light
for every soul beneath the sky
to be healed down by the garden side.
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Summer Golden
03:40
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Summer Golden
If you bear a heavy load,
an anxious tug that gnaws you down,
weave your path along dusty trails
that hum the golden season sound.
Warm, slow breezes cool the mind,
the healthy drip of sweat on skin.
Red clay banks all crowned in pine
invite a late-day river swim.
Lay you down in pools of jade,
and lingering day she will provide.
Gifts of boughs in breezy shade,
the hazy pulse of world alive.
Alive, this world’s alive,
this world beholds, she is alive.
Alive, this world’s alive,
this world provides, she is alive.
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4. |
Reddust Refusal
05:06
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Reddust Refusal
Poison paths choke hope from frames of mind
as job-well-done-week’s-vacation
are the holy veils that cloak each wail.
While cold industry priests cry it’s of no concern
that you feel so done-in,
that the human is buried daily beneath this frantic din.
Do you see the wound we inflict upon ourselves,
lost in each profitable hell?
Blood for the golden horn, the duties borne,
the roar of their collapsing tower -
oh, how it devours
oh how it feeds us gospels of greed.
Hear the roar of their collapsing tower
oh how it devours
oh how it feeds us gospels of greed…
Of false paradise fever material dreams.
Wage slaves beg for scraps bought in life-debt decrees.
Their heads bow exalting slow-death deities,
who hiss schizophrenia and murder the seeds
of what could be.
But beneath pale thrones burns a refusal to go
as hive-mind maintainers of Capital’s row.
We all have inside the tools to overthrow
each technocrat savior hollowing the soul.
We won’t be sold on cowering, on miserably accepting
glorified survival when we deserve better
glorify survival but we will have better.
One drop in sight
of pure delight
of moon blue night
gives us strength to break through
the hustle of our reddust days!
My agency
nectar sweet
comes to me
as the whispering pine halls enthrall
as baby animals dance in pale spring jubilee… so will we!
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5. |
Silhouette Spin
02:35
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The cool vapor kiss of the night field’s mist is a friend I know
But her touch of cheek hides the paths I seek in a thick fog glow
While the rag sea bird beak a song that urges play with all
As their silhouettes spin with the oakleaf children’s earthward fall
I sing all night
In star gleam white
As I dance so young with the lush green clung to our fallen tree friends
their generous decay is a slow wave sway of returning bends.
The creek side stones sing in elder tones sunk in solar flare
and they dance with the trees as the trees hold me with a lover’s care
I sing all day
In sun beam’s play
One step, two step
hip starts the move
breathe in, breathe out
in to the blue
(pulse with the rhythm, darling)
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6. |
Ancient Love
03:43
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Ancient Love
Green river bend heals and holds us.
The rolling thunderhead horizons
gift us rooted lightning coinciding
with our ancient, burning love.
Co-being of souls is an ocean,
too bountiful to hold.
Light crowns the galaxies of heart home fullness found
In our radiant human love.
Step with me into each moment
Awakening pulse of worlds
Peace flows, lays a path of steady moss bed growth
I’ll love you all my life.
Strong spirit eyes,
warm woven shine
the curve of your hip against mine.
In this sacred place
we will build our lives.
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7. |
Cascade
04:55
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Cascade
The worry wear of wage-mind chill and grind
can muddy down the usefulness this sacred fire I harbor.
So I will sweetly breathe, exhale, release.
so I can hold the promise of each living being close to me
until I see it manifest in word and deed:
each hold creation seed.
My winter rooms where comfort turned to greed
are opening their windows to a clean fruition breeze.
I will send forth clear cascading suns,
rejoice in charity of heart towards everyone
as now my child eyes see:
the more I love,
the more love comes to me.
My truer childhood self suffers the scorn
when I cling to each broken stone once slipped upon now mourned.
So I will turn back in and love myself.
Be it torrential healing rain
ecstatic living wealth!
Until that vast firmament glow
Is ours to reap and sow.
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8. |
Sing Out!
02:46
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Sing Out!
Sing out without knowing what or how
over peaks and woodland dells in buoyant swells.
Each voice, a sacred myth we’re living with
until every voice has its own bell to ring
shimmering through everything,
shimmering through!
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9. |
Dream, Children
03:41
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Dream, Children
Come in, children, from the cold…
and warm your hands upon the hearth that simmers sweet.
Each ember’s murmur sparks an age reborn in heat,
reclaimed heat.
Hush, my worried children, hush…
and you will hear a steady rhythm in the boughs
who sigh no better time for letting go than now,
than right now.
Rest, my weary children, rest…
your soul hangs ragged from the ceaseless grind of years,
lay back and let the fragrant pastures dry each tear
and please draw me near,
and I’ll be near you.
Dream, my sleeping children, dream…
and we’ll evoke infinite wonders from the flame
each spark resounds as moss awakening in rain.
Moss in rain is how our dreams came.
The acorn earthward
foretold the seed’s burst
oh, how she assures.
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10. |
Wither Gone
04:08
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Wither Gone
My mind’s a blossomed grain
and I sway in fields of remembering
being held by sweet earth while a cool rain
soaks low, my wither’s gone.
The will to live is strong.
The clear and savage moon
speaks plainly to the tide’s rhythm inside of you
reflects through foggy mornings on the shallows who
give soul its steady shore.
Each being affirms wave roar.
All veins flow from source, sweet home
Her kind light shows
each blessed branching bone.
The meadow opens unto me
Old sky teach me to…
Set root in what you behold
Bear fruit as the blossoms unfold
You stand on a glowing threshold,
now walk paths of living
As my dawn light burns gold.
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Cold Mountain Child Kalamazoo, Michigan
Cold Mountain Child is a dream folk trio writing songs informed by the histories of americana, lo-fi, shoegaze, psychedelic
and latin american protest music. Their work explores leaf-to-loam
tangles, nightworlds, inner/outer journeys, grief and nectar of the heart. Music made near the forests & lakes of Southwest Michigan on occupied Potawatomi/ Anishinaabe land.
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