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Smelling Salts
02:51
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SMELLING SALTS:
So tired
Couldn't sleep
From the ghosts keeping me awake
No rest, can't explain
Why we're stuck here
On this plane
(CHORUS)
I'm so worn out
Haunting my own house
I'm so worn out
Haunting my own house
So tired
Couldn't sleep
From the ghosts keeping me awake
Ring of salt
Sprig of sage
Smelling salts for the day
(CHORUS)
I'm so worn out
Haunting my own house
I'm so worn out
Haunting my own house
[I don't cook
I don't clean
But let me tell you
I got them...
...Smelling Salts.]
(CHORUS)
I'm so worn out
Haunting my own house
I'm so worn out
Haunting my own house
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(...is it ghosts'sss? or ghosts'?)
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Tomb-Builders' Tombs
02:18
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TOMB-BUILDERS' TOMBS:
Beneath the sands of thousands of years
Dearest, Deir el-Medina
Tombs of the painters
Pharoah’s spells and fears
Hieroglyphs, you gotta see ‘em!
Tombs of the painters
Pharoah’s spells and fears
Canopic jars, gonna need ‘em
Horus and his scales
Hawthor, Bastet
Painted on the walls
My book of the dead
In Black, White, and Red
Tomb builders’ tombs
We’ll sleep / (so deep)
We’ll wake to the even deeper
Beneath the sands of thousands of years
Dearest, Deir el-Medina
Tombs of the painters
Pharoah’s prayers and beers
Hieroglyphs, you gotta see ‘em
Tombs of the painters
Pharoah’s spells and fears
Canopic jars, gonna need ‘em (Like ten)
Horus and his scales
Hawthor, Bastet
Painted on the walls (for you, my dear)
(Our very own) Book of the dead
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3. |
George Shankar-ing about
01:10
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Farid ud-Din Attar: “To enter the valley of love, one must plunge wholly into fire. Yes, we must become one with the fire itself, for otherwise one cannot live there. (One) that truly loves must resemble fire, (her) countenance aflame, burning and impetuous like fire.”
[Ram Dass: "Now let me show you where the problem is..."]
Hazrat Inayat Khan: “The lover who leans upon the beloved’s response, his love is like the flame that needs oil to live; but the lover who stands on his own feet, is like the lantern of the sun that burns without oil.”
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Quoted from a Ram Dass lecture, now taken-down YT video called "Love Everyone"
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NEPTUNE KNOWS / L'appel du vide:
Days on the ocean
Ten without food
Wind catches sail whenever it choose
Certainly moving to where Neptune knows
Fed by the moonlight, giddy we roam
Days on the ocean
Or has it been years?
Stuck in the doldrums
A lingering fear
No longer mortal we've gone beyond time
Fed by the moonlight, giddy we roam
To where the Gods chose
(Siren:
"Qu'est-ce que tu veux? Qu'entends-tu? L'appel du vide?")
Days on the ocean
Or has it been years
Stuck in the doldrums
A lingering fear
Certainly moving to where Neptune knows
Fed by the moonlight, giddy we roam
To where the Gods chose
(Where Neptune knows)
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Salacia
03:08
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SALACIA:
Close to shore
Then suddenly too far in
The sea, Neptune’s depths
Preying on me
What’s to fear?
There’s enchantment / and magic here,
A tragic paredrae
Salacia is the deity
The motion of the sea.
Venilia bring the waves to me
Salacia take back / what you need
Close to shore
Then suddenly too far in
Salty ghouls, creatures circling
Underneath
What’s the ocean?
Horizons that repeat (and repeat)
When you can’t see the shore
Venilia bring the waves to me
Salacia take back / what you need
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Dang Emily
01:03
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EMILY DICKINSON, "I measure every Grief I meet":
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long –
Or did it just begin –
I could not tell the Date of Mine –
It feels so old a pain –
I wonder if it hurts to live –
And if They have to try –
And whether – could They choose between –
It would not be – to die –
I note that Some – gone patient long –
At length, renew their smile –
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil –
I wonder if when Years have piled –
Some Thousands – on the Harm –
That hurt them early. . .
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Zounds!
03:00
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ZOUNDS! :
What remains, of a song
From long ago
Sounds and swords
No longer heard
What did you once sing?
Your cries of war
And in times of peace
Did you sing of dreams?
Ballads of love
Dripping with blood
In the halls of Queens
Ruins of majesty
Notes for Royalty
Jesters, bards and fools
That once were bold
Gone now, melted into history
Jesters, bards and fools
That once spoke bold
Their jobs, mockery and subtlety
Jesters, bards and fools
That once spun gold
What remains, of a song
From long ago
Zounds! and words
What did you once sing?
Of your knights to war
Your ships to sea
Did you sing of dreams?
Did you fight the beast?
Did you feel the heat?
Did you eat its meat? (Was it a nice cut of a beast?)
Did you drink real deep?
Did you lose the keep?
I heard jesters, bards and fools making fun of your feats
Court was in stitches
Throwing favors and treats
For the laughs you bring and the songs you sing
Jesters, bards and fools
That once spun gold!
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Death and The Poetess Boston, Massachusetts
Blake Girndt (The I Want You, AxeMunkee, With Uncle Bones) and jojo Lazar (Burlesque Poetess, Army of Toys) bringing you crypt-folk tunes & spare bones for your spare change.
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