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If by thread...
06:04
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night faces, hanging
homebound, light fading
iridescent eyes, shading
sweet fruits, for deep longing
for touch, your endless being
the truth tells itself...i'll still be waiting
beloved, entrance me with subtle sacred mysteries
breaths of light as beads, across galaxies
bringing light to deeper regions
sprouting seeds for deeper visions
you are creation, i am caravan, the primal dark sea
if by thread we find our ways out
suspended from a silken ceiling
if the wax melts to my skin
this sentence may soon be ending
directions written in the melt
must be worth remembering....
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when time changes into dark eyes for our coming demise
I just want to get lost somewhere beautiful
something squirmed inside me
not a soul moving with the wind
would be ancestor deity, or traveling friend
IS SHE STILL ALIVE?
I just want to get lost somewhere beautiful
beautiful, Dark Inez
And the whirl of desire transforms the innocent mind*
somewhere beautiful
like the phoenix, from the ashes
crosses her heart, and fades into sunlight
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a star in the poisoned well
looking down, is it deep enough to drown?
ooh, in the depths, i'll be holding my breath
drops like a rock with no sound
inviting, as steps in a glass labyrinth
fluid splashes, stings, forms rings
past fears manifest as maudlin beings
ooh, in the depths, i'll be holding my breath
drops like a rock with no sound
bodies float, the peasants revolt
i sleep with my phone-lover-bomb
(time is sweaty)
neighborhoods burn and flood
(they were so pretty)
time and self / machine elf
(it's our undoing)
while outside, death rides to the viral workflow
buried in fungus is the way to go
(bury me in fungus)
inhabit the spaces in between
melted plastic and mushroom rings
(give back to the earth)
(bury me in fungus)
blistered lotus...
(take the snaky twisted meta, i want to be recycled)
blistered lotus...
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the well, filling
submission to the voices
blistered lotus, in the oasis
bound to life and free from stasis
(bury me in fungus)
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Stop a storm with a kiss
05:40
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Reaching out, breathing in
pressing patterns into the circling wind
a heart for every drop in pressure
an eye for on red burst on radar
Given power to control the weather
Being a god can only get you so far
melt an ice sheet, receive a star
emotional landscapes take well to fire
hold your breath to heat the atmosphere
continue till we disappear
we call in the apocalypse
stop a storm front with a kiss
solamente para uno minuto
sale la luz en el cielito
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some things are better left behind...
and so she found the pandrogyne goat god
(blistered lotus)
the soul lies above the body
they cut out the heart, put them in bags to keep them fresh
and hid their bones inside a church
(blistered)
amor eterno...
your love
dig deeper
i'll be holding my breath
19th century archaeologists who were collecting human remains and human skulls to use for ceremonial purposes
(blistered lotus) .. in the oasis...
some things are better left behind..
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Adoremus in aeternum
omne corpus fugiendum
the soul lies above the body
Adoremus in aeternum
omne corpus fugiendum
some things are better left behind
blistered lotus
amor eterno...
some things
in the oasis
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Evacuation
03:13
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there are enough flowers in the drain to fill the water to the Great Bridge
where love twists its ways into raw earth and loose souls
where friends grow old, and glowing bones find holes
there's a girl swimming in murky metaphors
fixing the breaks in the eternal canal
sentimental sediment is obstructing paths of transit
Lag gets swamped and calls to Flo, "where do we go now?"
la la la la la
loaded with goods and information
debris builds up, so does the frustration
one little digger works to clear my brain
so I can function well again
Ever Given to lost direction
Lags in time, a weak connection
but Flo always helps her through
by thought streams, threads, or a tiny canoe
eternal flow, Lag and Flo
two kids riding the (mental) silt road
la la la la la
what can she do
what can she do
what she can do in a tiny canoe
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Opal blues
05:33
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the crossroad turns her on again
to serve can give me strength
to see the beast within
consumed by the opal moon
boots with horns to test the soul [sole]
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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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