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Tangles
03:25
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there's a verdant grove right down the old road with a tangle of rhododendron
and a stream cascading down the shadowed hollow
taking dreams too dark to mention
i hide in the leaves and there i grieve
the loss of an old self, demons, lovers
but this twisty wood, it perseveres
like the tangle of skins and blood it covers
on western hills the juniper
used to hold our hearts and other living things
but now, as we hide in these green mountainsides
the spirit of the rhododendron sings
there ain't a town for miles in any direction
those were all burned in the white world expansion
you might see a gated holiday mansion
but none of fhat matters - green is the cure...
there is no greater taste than burnt earwax
but flowering flesh and wood and warm leaves
a sunset walk can be better than sex
and i may find myself on my knees
tangled in brush and the wolf's eyelash
seasons of love and the dance of spring
oh how i long for its soft embrace
more than any other thing....
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Thru the Mist....
05:37
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gaps in the mountains, gaps in the mind
gaps so deep honey, them you won't find
a girl can dream of Satan, with a shiny cold steel
frozen temples on the rock, it's hard to tell what's real....
is she too deep, am i too exposed?
inside this cloud, how will we know?
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oh girl, oh girl, please tell me
where did you sleep last night?
in the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't often shine
and i shivered the whole night through
oh girl, oh girl, where will you go?
i'm going where the cold wind blows
to the pines, to the pines, with a bottle of wine
and i'll drink to the night and i won't be back tomorrow
and i'll run...
...to the dark pine forest taken back by the gods
that's where i'll find my new home
one burn for pleasure, one for release,
and one for the beauty of the earth and the trees
and if i go deep and lose my directions
may the vultures fill up as they eat my infections
or i'll find, i'll find a road to the mine
where there may be a man i know who can help me
and there ain't no clean coal, till it gets in yr soul
but it keeps us warm when the rest of the world is so cold
and we'll dance....
...on the once burning mine taken back by the gods
that's where we'll find a new home
Ar-Rahman, Ar-Rahim
we are in a faerie dream
the sun of love, the moon of love
dancing in the stars above
the forest calls, surrounds us all,
in misty mountains, beautiful
on and on, the trail goes on,
the caravan of creation...
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Rivers, sisters
02:26
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her instincts guide her along crooked roads
and down in the river to pray
in dark skies, her soul hides and digs out her pain
the current then takes it away
she says goodbye, in circle she flies
the beats carry her thru the rain
sisters in different orbits
sisters on parallel planes
light and shadow
bound to cross again
rain.. pillaging the soul like bombs on our earth
we scratch, tear down the numbers of our worth
if water turns to acid, where do we stand?
in hazardous waste on top of Disneyland
rain...
now, more-again
now Morrigan
(your love)
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Autumn Pipedream
03:43
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(don't panic)
(there will be a 'piece' in the valley)
42 inch wide pipe and she really spreads
don't panic...just perform for them, they'll respect her more
pick the fruit that she has ripened
taste the tart sweetness of this temporary existence
(there will be a piece in the valley)
there will be lies, there will be storms
sacred bodies that take so many forms
relations are tested, life lessons are learned
lands are fought for, then polluted and burned
(there will be peace in the valley)
Satan, i'll get behind you...
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mist and gone
03:01
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when touched by an angel we're wicked into wind tunnels
and the air smells like spring again as it turns into summer
and that sweet honeysuckle and mist over rivers
if we have to do this trip again, it will still give me shivers
you're gonna miss me when i'm gone
i'm gonna miss you by your song
i'm gonna miss you when you're gone
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Crossroads Lady
04:20
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Gods are ancestors, pieces inside us
Gods are ancestors, seeds inside us
existing on another realm, powered by energy we feed them..
the lady stands at the crossing of the gravel washboard roads
wisdom dreamed and given from the maiden boy who she once was
black dog guards the entrance trail
a wispy hunter's moon shines down
deer run and the wind follows
we're just passing thru these hollows as fancy objects, fancy that
They built subdivisions, no souls on long dark roads
(In) Hades' barren lots, no light, no color, no phone signals
Come with me!
Leaves so late to change, not ready to evolve
but the fruits are going fast, it's turning cold
the fire is lit, warmer when you look at it
as the hunters wait from beyond death's door
..and the crones walk the trails, climb the hills of stones
sending chills to the boys and (to) their younger selves
Come with me! (into the forest)
Pay attention to your shadow side
Carry torches for your future in the wild
The nations need the Dark Goddess right now...
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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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