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Negation
05:36
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You opened up the liminal
Against the dusk the hour stalled
The owl called to end it all
Your response was visceral
Until the stars lead you home
Bacchus dances in the dark
Inscribes light in a dying poem
Pushes through the watermark
You watched the headlights on the road
The webs of fire opened up
Glints and splinters you tried to hold
But the prisms wouldn’t stop
The prisms wouldn’t stop
The prisms wouldn’t stop
The prisms wouldn’t stop
To the fear of the winter the nomad closed one eye
In the evenings he heard coyotes licking the last bones clean
Now the moon came down and rested light on the grasses
The seed caps molded the mist as if crying the stench of the morning drift
I closed my eyes against the blankets
The young ones were taking shelter again from the monster sounds
The nomad told me stories about the chanting
The sounds without rhythm
A yearner’s voice, persistent and surprisingly deep
How the forest covered their eyes and ears
The smoke from their mouths mixed with the mist
Each one in exile from the other
Negation is doubt
Negation is doubt
In the nothing, find the world
Negation is doubt
Negation is doubt
In the nothing, find the world
I suddenly turned into that ambling wanderer
A dancer in the feathers of light
The hunger of the swampy ground pulled me down
Nothing like this had ever happened before
My eyes squinted; my lips tightened
As I sunk, I thought about the nomad
His one closed eye looking out through the inside
A witness to the changes covering us
Negation is doubt
Negation is doubt
In the nothing, find the world
Negation is doubt
Negation is doubt
In the nothing, find the world
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Hung
05:13
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Mountains fall at your feet
Heavy weather overwhelms your dreams
Our hands tilt towards the sun
Sculpt the earth where the soil is numb
No Wilderness Remains Untouched
No Wilderness Remains Untouched
No Wilderness Remains Untouched
No Wilderness Remains Untouched
When I touch the ground
I touch the ground
When I touch the ground
I touch the ground
The wolf walks on the beach
heavy weather lights up her face
Nature dies in the church
Falling towards the roots where the soil is numb
No Wilderness Remains Untouched
No Wilderness Remains Untouched
No Wilderness Remains Untouched
No Wilderness Remains Untouched
When I touch the ground
I touch the ground
When I touch the ground
I touch the ground
When I touch the ground
I touch the ground
When I touch the ground
I touch the ground
Hung out of balance
Hung out of balance
Hung out of balance
Hung out of balance
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Savasana
05:49
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You set the fault line, Under the incline
I held my body still and felt the earth rise
You turned it clockwise, and stopped at dreamtime
Erased space with a quill, and saw the structure shine
Underneath, the weight’s increase
Underneath, you negate
Underneath, the weight’s increase
Underneath, in your breath I will surrender
Underneath, the weight’s increase
Underneath, you negate
Underneath, the weight’s increase
Underneath, in your breath I will surrender
Underneath, the weight’s increase
Underneath, you negate
Underneath, the weight’s increase
Underneath, in your breath I will surrender
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Fake
07:20
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I’m not dead, I’m only faking
I’m not dead, I’m only faking
She snuck across the fenceline
Barbed wire ripped her clothes
Distracted by turning stars
She tilted toward Orion
Her hands traced the lines
Felt around gardens for forking paths
But the wires got crossed and sparked
Dark pools rippled with vibrations
I’m not dead, I’m only faking
I’m not dead, I’m only faking
His face was flushed from sleeping
From his bed he saw forests burn
The smoke covered them in blankets
Pressing against the prairie grain
His body felt numb without movement
Under his bare feet were tremors
He pretended he didn’t notice
And got lost in the shadows
I’m not dead, I’m only faking
I’m not dead, I’m only faking
I’m not dead, I’m only faking
I’m not dead, I’m only faking
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THISNESS Hickory Hill, Arkansas
Thisness plays dark psychedelic post-punk in central Arkansas
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Jesse Butler — Guitars and other stringed instruments
James Dow — Vocals, Guitar, Loops, Tape Machine, Saxophone
Adrian James — Drums and Percussion
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