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there is no gap deep enough
(to keep us away)
by tunnels/ by stars
we follow the rhythm of a wave...
gaps in the mountain
gaps in the mind
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Gaps in the mountain, gaps in the mind
stay on the trail, even though it's inclined, ooh
I spent golden hours in this old wooded glade
Left for the flatlands, but my spirit stayed, ooh
In murky green tunnels with storm-severed limbs
Sweet voices are calling me back home again
Found my wood shelter with two broken chairs
Believe it's still standing after all these years (or was it ever here?)
Turn a stone and cover my tomb
It's so moist, I'm growing mushrooms
Down by the stream lies
the remains of a mill
Said to be condemned, but they're using it, still
The stream sings the blues
Sunlight cradles the pines
As ages and angels pass
What else will we find???
My spirit haunts these woods.
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Bombless
02:19
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tripping on daily scheduled fears
tripping on objects in mirrors
looking beyond a face that disappears...
painted faces walk behind
that make us laugh and sometimes cry
blue drips from a governor's eye... it's a drag
we just want to stay alive
our bodies are bombs...nuclear arms
got a call from the NRA
they didn't have anything to say
but in wonderland it was doomsday
and these two women just happened to be in the way!
we just want to stay alive
our bodies are bombs...nuclear arms
we just want to stay alive
only a test with the Machinettes
bombshells...Bikini atolls
our bodies are mushrooms, death caps
after summer rain
delicate yet full of power and poison
if you're lucky we could be a better weapon
Our Bodies...Our Bombs
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Blistered Lotus, oh my Lotus
Rarely closes
Drifting, tripping, crispy, wistful Lotus
time has burned us
like a new brand
still sore to touch
Blistered Lotus
heart like sunspots
burned and bloodless
adoremus
(some things are better left behind)
a crossroads in our wild and beautiful garden...
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Spreading like wings, water
Echoes thru flooding tunnels
From a starless sky
Touched by angels
Could we beat the storm
With our expressed emotions?
It's time to seek
Higher Ground
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sweet summer rain comes into my lane
as we ride across the porous, the chorus absorbs us...
like dripping rock before dust we were enhydrous
sweet summer rain..
as we ride across the porous, the chorus absorbs us...
...so we can make a rainbow on the outro
("use your wiles on me") - looped vocal from "Any Minute Now" original
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(inaudible voices and claps)
in the soft vespertine glow
the tuny tetraviolets grow
from the blue domes to a dirty crossroad
torn by stones, their petals picked
a twinkle in their eye, long ago
a flutter in the eye of a tornado
in that wild and beautiful garden, where our dance
cast a long, spinning shadow
then forgotten as the land was left to lie fallow
(vague hallelujahs... pink tower.. church tower)
it was 2001, in a glass odyssey
somewhere in the city
mastodon roamed the streets through the night
in a room with a 4-track and TV,
the violets.. one held the sleep and one the key,
but there was something missing
they dug her grave
then the airstrikes dug theirs
THIS IS A NIGHTMARE (black and shiny, with yellow hair)
of the southeast (of the land, but there is no land)
when the sea levels rose up and made a new coast
inlets, legs spread, swimming with Elvis to the underwater pyramid
slipping the players on wet angles of the ancient arena
like figureheads on sunken ships
sailing on the edges of time (they all shape me)
I SAW THE COLOSSUS, I SAW PETRA
THEN THE TETRAVIOLETS AT AN EMPTY THEATRE
....THERE WAS SOMETHING MISSING
as are the rocks shaped by the sea
so they all shape me
(vocals by Naomi)
(claps)
they all shape me
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Dew-drop-off Dreamin'
03:06
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Dark hearts in dew drops, take long walks
Drawn-out dreamscapes and dropoffs
Daisies raised, seasons fade
Almost all that dies shall be remade
Recycle a psyche, reap it in the next phase
Moss you Mycelia, maybe will-o-feel-ya
Find ya in a tunnel, philia-love eternal
Daisies raised, seasons fade
Almost all that dies shall be remade...
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Two Tunnels (original)
05:48
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there is no gap deep enough
to keep us away
by water, thread, and starless sky
we follow the rhythm of a wave...
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ready to be warmed by the black sun...
on a windy winter desert walk
we can hear the angels talk
..you are warm, Noodle, we are not alone
allow love, baraka, purpose divine
time to create, ask for a sign
melting diamonds in the eye of a black sun
foraging jewels, left behind with crushed hopes
thick clouds cover sky islands, water dripping down its slopes
rattling the rhythms of change, exposing debris
this is what we leave
carbon lines this crystal habit
out of mines, in memoriam monere
fortunes made from earth turn to dust in a cemetery
passed on by our lord, let its light be our ferry
to a black sun
I'm ready to accept love
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Found Objects of Desire
Experimental folk rock and ambience in a variety of genres, featuring mystical and nature- based
spirituality.
Self-produced, diy, queer & femme led.
Formed in Atlanta in the 2000s as an indie rock band, then reincarnated as Arianna's solo/collaborative project based between Arizona and eastern woods. Ongoing collaborations with Sundog of AZ has provided much of the music and visuals since 2018.
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