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Wet Not Dry
03:34
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Killed by my own hieroglyphic. Killed by my own inquisition. The heartbreak is my demolition. She lives the Songs (I sing for me). I’m wet, not dry. Water, Under me, Overhead, Inside me. Daughters, take your prayers, Don’t you know? They go anywhere.
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Ant Ballad
04:26
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“ ...so many of our fellow human beings and even fellow citizens could be so thoroughly attracted to various versions of ethical connection and solidarity. And it’s critical to keep in mind that when we talk about these two contrasting ethics, that there’s a sense in which we’re using them as ideal types just the way Max Weber talked about them. That when we, when we actually dip them into history we see the way in which they overlap, they’re intertwined, ideas… ” -Professor Cornel West
I want to save the World. But I'm too busy trying to save me. I want to do something right for all of you. But I'm too busy trying to fix me. I don't wanna be left alone. I don't wanna be left alone. Yeah I don’t wanna… Here! Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes the world's anxiety. It's your family. Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes the world's anxiety. It's your family. Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes the world. We're your family.
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Bee Sting
05:28
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I got this be sting walkin’ 53rd and Oracle. Woo! Tell me what the stars say! Seance psychology is trickin’ me to make-believe in him. I make-believe in her. Holy moment, Marina, mold it. I couldn’t help it. I was too alive. And my skeleton, my heavy skeleton, was lifted away. Zoom! The tension of this taut bow is pointed at me, is heartbeat increase. And when I lean, your pulled back threat seduces me. Let’s sing! Let’s circle around the globe! Go! But don’t let go! Oh, true! Girl, you’re too cool. God is too cool, for me. Oh, true! Girl, you’re too cruel. And God is too cruel, for me. Maybe I’m not meant to mother, or love another.
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“The eyes of the future are looking back at us, and they are praying we might see beyond our own time.”
-Terry Tempest Williams
I'm a Renaissance Artist. Yeah, I studied Boccaccio. I was livin' in Florence. But I had to get away. (Run away, Fiesole!) I’m ready for the Plague. (Run away, Fiesole!) I’m ready for the Plague. (Run away, Fiesole!) I’m ready for the Plague. Yeah, I’m ready for ya!
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No Lovers, No Drugs
03:35
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No lovers, no drugs. No lovers, no drugs. And it’s painful not to touch, yeah it’s painful not to touch. Corona, your crush. Corona, too much. And it’s painful not to touch, yeah it’s painful not to touch. I went to the mountain to be. I wanted her, she wanted me. Returned to the desert to see. Now I’m back in this prison with me. You love her, too much. She loves you, not enough. And it’s painful not to touch, yeah it’s painful not to touch.
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Infradian Rhythm
04:28
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I know the ghosts. They aren’t too busy to look after me. Won’t you look after me? I feed the ghosts. I know they’re hungry. Yeah, I taste the ache. The emptiness aches. We all got born from her body. A body that bleeds is a body that feeds. Go feed your bones with some body. Cause my empty ache is an empty that makes.
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Islomania (About God)
04:02
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Came my brains out. Only just cause. The touch of your body. Your body. Under full moon. Out on the Hoodoo. Oh baby you do. Like voodoo. Abracadabra. Make it your mantra. How I wantcha. I wantcha! (You want to know about God… You ought to know about God…) Be Divine! Be-e Divine! (OK!) You’re Divine! You Are Divine! (WOO!) I’m Divine! I am Divine! (TAT SAT!) We Divine! We Are Divine! (AGAIN!) You.
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Back with my friends on the dance floor. Back with my friends on the dance floor. “We were together. I forget the rest.”** Let’s share the air. Lend me the presence of your keys. For you. For me. Let go the waves. Believe in the breathing of the beat. You’ll be… Back with your friends on the dance floor. Back with your friends on the dance floor.
**Paraphrased from Walt Whitman’s poem, “ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY”
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The Dark Knight of Soul
03:10
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Outrun the Dark! Outrun the Dark Knight of Soul. I’m so low. I think I’m lost. Yeah, I think I’m lost. But I can’t lose when I’ve got you. Quicksand got into my head. You can’t love when you’re underfed. Which way? The witch way. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You…
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A one-woman psychedelic dream-pop band, with DIY beats and reveries built from the bottom up.
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