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The Slough
02:00
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Kelp
04:15
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Rivers rising through the air
We drift along because
The flood forced us to come undone
Water’s mixing with our lungs
Tendrils wrap around our hearts
We all grow and fall apart
In this garden
You gotta love the dirt
Seeds sown and tended
The rest is left up to the Earth
It’s in autumn with the crimson rose decay
It’s written all across the sky as the sun crawls into the bay
Lichen bit into the sky
And clung to trees of evergreen
And we grew minds of Earth and leaf
Kelp is growing from our eyes
Urchins came to clean our bones
We became where the otters dove
In this garden
You gotta love the dirt
Seeds sown and tended
The rest is left up to the Earth
It’s in autumn with the crimson rose decay
It’s written all across the sky as the sun crawls into the bay
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Change
03:09
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You’re my coffee in the morning lifting me up
You’re the water in the garden when the rains won’t come
You’re the sunset pulling me into the dark
I'm a witness to the gifts that you bring into light
That you bring into my life
I just want to see you change
Growing through a beautiful spring
Find joy through all the challenge and pain
Of becoming all you are
That's what I want to see
Our love and our dreams
You’re the warmth in autumn from the whispering sun
You’re the river in the mountains you’re the earth’s blood
You’re the fire in the hearth when the winter won't give up
You’re the song of the bird once it finally comes undone
In my life
I just want to see you change
Growing through a beautiful spring
Find joy through all the challenge and pain
Of becoming all you are
That's what I want to see
Our love and our dreams
I just want to see you change
Growing through a beautiful spring
Find joy through all the challenge and pain
Of becoming all you are
That's what I want to see
Our love and our dreams
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4. |
The Light
03:41
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You said your mind was aching
In the morning shakes you
Go into the past
Where the bones were breaking
And the lies were behaving
And I think you know the rest
I was haunted by it
You were taken by it
Back when you got my best
Back when you got my….
And we’ll go running towards the light again
We’ll go falling for our minds
We’ll go running towards the light again
Falling for our minds
What would it take?
How does normal taste?
Can you even remember your best?
With a cravers shake
And the noise it makes
Doesn’t sound like a mind at rest
The poison bakes
You into a state
Where you’ll never know your best
Will you ever know your best?
And we’ll go running towards the light again
We’ll go falling for our minds
We’ll go running towards the light again
Falling for our minds
And we’ll go running towards the light again
We’ll go falling for our minds
We’ll go running towards the light again
Falling for our minds
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5. |
The Wind
01:48
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And just as we are nourished and influenced by the Air at large
So do our actions and thought effect the Air in return
Like the mountains of the four directions
And like the other animals plants
Humans are themselves one of the Wind’s dwelling places
One of its multiple centers
And just as we are nourished and influenced by the Air at large
So do our actions and thought affect the Air in return
The individual that is, is not passive with respect to the Holy Wind
Rather she participates in it as one of its organs
Her own desire and intent, her own interior wind participates directly with the life of the invisible Wind all around her
And just as we are nourished and influenced by the Air at large
So do our actions and thought affect the Air in return
And just as we are nourished and influenced by the Air at large
So do our actions and thought affect the Air in return
And just as we are nourished and influenced by the air at large
So do our actions and thought affect the Air in return
And just as we are nourished and influenced by the air at large
we are nourished and influenced by the air at large
nourished and influenced by the air at large
So do our actions and thought affect the Air in return
Words by David Abram from Spell of the Sensuous
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6. |
Often Quiet
04:55
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Can’t keep waking up like this
On the edge of this abyss
Sometimes i'm so tired
And i don't know why
It seems i've got the best of it
Living in stride
With the soft and unspoken
Feeling at odds with the bark of the dog
Are you with me or not?
What if we let it go
What comes from our shadows?
Let's look for the edge
Of stories in our head
And we’ll find creation
Can’t keep up with the argument
There's no need to be part of it
The doubling down for fear to arouse
A sticky situation
Is it a matter of time
Or is it perspective?
There's my own eyes
And what's hidden behind
Text and intention
What if we let it go
What comes from our shadows?
Let's look for the edge
Of stories in our head
And we’ll find creation
What if we turned away
Into open space
Wherever you are right now
There's something to notice
It's often quiet
It's often still
Open and welcome a boundless thrill
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Throes
03:59
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In the sea of your love
On the curve of a wave
Like a crest frays off
In the throes of the wake
Was it you i was fighting for
Or a breathe i need to take
Can we go unaccounted for when we need to escape?
we all need to escape
With our touch on the pulse
We keep changing shape
And it keeps my eyes drawn
And takes me away
There's a world awake
In the palm of your hand
There's a need to embrace
All that you have
That rises and moves
That falls and turns
That you take in throes
That you hold and endure
That you hold and endure
With our touch on the pulse
We keep changing shape
And it keeps my eyes drawn
And takes me away
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8. |
Soul
04:00
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We need light and darkness
We need the spaces in between to join in revelry
And we need noise to hear silence
Like joy needs tragedy
and time breathes memories
My soul needs you to see
I pining for a feeling I had as a young boy
The summer days growling long with nothing to grasp,
nothing demanding my time
That was in the mid to late nineties
My parents had packed away the gaming systems
The T.V.’s cable had been removed
There was a quiet you can ease into like a warm bath on a crisp evening
It surrounds you,
pulls you to the dance floor like and eager and bold friend
The shrill invasion of cut grass
and the hurried beating wings of the bees racing for the last falling fruit
I lay there on the ground,
and although I didn't realize it then, the days fell rested upon my mind.
I was listening to the wild and domestic fields,
The birds as they get churned up and squeezed,
The children as the get tossed.
My skin rising to dance with the sunlight
as I sink into the Earth’s warm surface and deep cool belly
The sun shrinking before me, lighting up in a spectacle each and every night
The chorus begins
First, the crows with their casw as they flock home
The crickets they build in their rhythm
And the coyotes they take the lead with their mystical, beautiful, haunting yip
We need light and darkness
We need the spaces in between to join in revelry
And we need noise to hear silence
Like joy needs tragedy
and time breathes memories
My soul needs you to see
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9. |
Misunderstood
03:04
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Out, where River meets Tide
That's the kind of hazy blue
That we were turning to
Out on the sands of time
We were just fools with time
It’s green looking back
Through old photographs
But how was your heart and mind
Did all that love in your life pass on by?
Don’t go on feeling
misunderstood
A wallflower with a head not sorted out
Misunderstood
All the while till your love though to come around
Misunderstood
While all that love in your life is passing by
I hope it takes the rest of time
Here, in the dark, dark night
That the kind of starry eyed
I’d like to recognize
Those colours of saccharine
When were living it
Walking with a tenderness
A kind of wonderment
A witness to impermanence
While all that love in your life is passing by
Don’t go on feeling misunderstood
A wallflower with a head not sorted out
Misunderstood
All the while till your love though to come around
Misunderstood
While all that love in your life is passing by
I hope it takes the rest of time
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10. |
This Dream
03:41
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I try to remember
That life is just a dream
To witch we surrender
Into uncertainty
And you can’t grasp it
Or have it to hold
Just be part of it
Then slowly let go
In to sweet timing
And tales of jubilee
To fine age climbing
And the heart break inbetween
My hearts feeling tender
As I wear the years on me
Theres less to gather
And so much more to see
Cause you can’t grasp it
Or have it to hold
Just be part of it
Then slowly let go
Into sweet timing
And tales of jubilee
To fine age climbing
And all the heart break in between
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Nathan Turner Vancouver, British Columbia
Guitarist, singer-songwriter and producer
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