Post by VMWhelan on Jun 12, 2009 21:06:56 GMT -5
These are transcribed from recent live shows.
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Wind's Dark Poem
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Voice of Wind:
The air in the branches sounded like words
Whispering a spell on me
Until i heard.
And now i see shapes in the low light.
The earthquakes in the twilight.
I see flames in my calm life .
I hear the wind's dark poem.
You can see from above the rocks
Sticking out of the yard behind the house
Makes stone constellations half-buried in the dusk.
The unformed stories coming to life while I sleep.
The breath moves branches
Saying words that I don't know.
A new poem, a song I sang in a dream.
The lights of town faint.
Something is exhaling in the sound of traffic far away.
Something is happening.
Wind's dark poem describes.
Calligraphy of branches writes.
Stone constellation comes to life.
The house is built on a boulder.
Soil returns to the wind.
Bones will blow in pink light.
A distant sound saying my name.
The wind is taking pieces.
Wind's dark poem's about
The constantly roaring decay,
The destruction of every day,
And ever morning's waking.
But even while spring is bringing blossoms back among leaves,
A cold wind blows when night falls
And the bare branches bend.
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My Heart Is Not At Peace
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If my heart were at peace
Would it be a blossom or satisfied?
Would it be a stone?
My heart is not at peace.
I woke up hungry
There is wind and there's no song.
A satisfied heart,
Half-sleeping through the days
And the wind in the home.
If my heart were at peace,
I would've closed the doors and windows.
Satisfaction feels like a tomb.
I was writhing in the tomb.
My heart was a frozen boulder.
The romance and all I'd rejected
Comes like music on the wind.
The violence in my heart,
The stone in the mountain,
All revealed by the sweeping broom.
All destroyed by the burning wind.
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The Hidden Stone
-----------------
The stone inside the mountain revealed
A human heart shown.
The core unfolding song on wind.
Tumultuous in the soft world,
Bone protruding.
It crawls back inside the cave,
Mountain heaving.
Where was the source of wind I thought I found?
And I go through my days like this.
With a force that curves in a roads that all shapes (?)
And dissatisfaction.
Where was the source of wind I thought I found?
On the ridge.
Why am I holding this sighing that tears at the house in my cavern? (?)
The stone on top of my heart is shaking.
The wind at the door is blowing loud,
Is blowing loud,
Is blowing loud,
Is blowing loud,
Blowing loud,
Blowing loud,
Blowing loud,
Blowing loud.
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Wind Speaks
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When wind speaks it says
I am the river.
I am the torrent of tearing flame.
I remove bodies.
I hold void, I have no shape.
And I heard this standing on the street,
Looking south to the hill,
Where clouds were rising
Echoing in my body,
Being emptied and filled.
Wind's poem recited, by tones made of wood,
In no language,
Reverently misunderstood by me
And then passed on in the dream world,
Diluted and proud.
Form reading form (?)
Wind screaming by mount eerie among the cliffs
By the hillsides,
Among the clouds that never lift, saying
I am the river.
I am the ocean of changing shape.
And I bring bodies.
And in the void you heard my name.
And you are like me.
You are nothing but a place where dust is dancing.
And then a gust that made me quake,
So fleeting and young
With mythologies pulled from lack.
I wake up repeatedly and belong to the black.
Meanwhile the moon in my mind shines brightly.
---------
Summons
---------
I can't say it
So i will let the wind.
Come wind, destroyer of worlds.
Speak to me,
Show me shapes in the swirling dust.
Come wind, sayer of names.
Speak to me,
Make me listen into the night.
Come wind, the fog from my eyes.
Come revealer, the town lights from the night sky.
Come destroyer, pound on my window,
Scream through my house,
Tear the old land from itself.
Come wind, in the mouth of the sky.
Speak for me.
Show me the hills' insides.
Show me the river that roars through my house.
There was a break in the clouds
And you lit up my house
For a little while at least.
I was in your favor but then it closed.
Now the wind speaks in the branches.
Now the wind speaks in the branches.
Saying hold on to something and watch it go.
Everything you love will end up on the breeze.
The roots that held the trees down
Left a deep whole full of water, reflecting sky.
---------------------
Between Two Mysteries
---------------------
I've seen summits buried in more air,
Buried in space.
I just lie down in the snow up there
Buried in space.
I've seen moss covered stumps in the dying light
Taking on shapes.
Black wooden mythologies,
I know a place.
Layer after layer of comprehension
Welling up in the morning light between two mysteries.
The town rests in the valley between Twin Peaks
Buried in space.
What goes on up there in the night,
That dark blurry place?
Driving to work in the morning,
We live in graves.
Always trying to climb out of the hole
Buried in space.
And the songs fade,
And the singers all die
But my heart will not stop thumping.
The shapes in the dark
Still look convincing
So here I am.
------------------
Ancient Questions
------------------
Was it a dream where I wandered off the trail,
Aimlessly drawn, and came to a clearing on the hill above town
Still hearing cars,
And there a circle of stones
Surrounded a pool of black water in the sky,
Where I reached in and pulled out the song,
Ceremonious and young.
I think I dreampt it.
Standing on the street and the wind looking south.
Hunting for singing.
Indulging, imagining words in the wind.
But nothing means nothing.
Everything is fleeting
Don't get used to it.
I say look upon the ruins.
To distant branches on the hill,
There's no song or sacredness now.
What I had called the spirit world
Blows into dust, like me,
In the song born of alienation.
Ancient questions unanswered,
Alive in me again.
Indulging, imagining words in the wind.
But nothing means nothing.
Everything is fleeting.
Don't get used to it.
I say look upon the ruins.
Voice in the branches pulling me still.
-------------------
Lost Wisdom pt. 2
-------------------
I think the screaming wind said my name.
Significance found in rocks,
And in the mountain slowly blowing in the river.
Lost wisdom returns.
And the sound of the river sighing
Here's your home.
Under the ashes waking up
In blue dusk slowly revealing.
Seeing the moon in the middle of the day,
The gleaming stone
Cuts dreams I have been living, sleeping.
Now the whole world is flaming
Or is it clouds rising through trees on the ridge?
I know the world is a flaming house and what I hold
I will be grieving.
And lost wisdom returns.
Watching dust dancing,
Living a long life growing towards void.
Awareness persistently fleeting
and the song that cuts through the fog sometimes
is lost in rainy evenings,
wrapped in the fog,
and the back of the house.
I followed a sound further in and I saw you.
-------------
Stone's Ode
-------------
I see rivers tearing hills
Finished with mountains.
With the hill at my back
I watch silt sink.
The river is shown by walking downhill,
Breath becoming clouds, becoming rain.
Uprooting hillsides, dissolving bones.
The stone groans an ode
To wind and dust clouding
In air the song revealing.
Standing wave in the stream,
Bodies assembled of dust
propped temporarily (?)
In the river the rocks groan
Oh water pouring through me
Born in my mouth.
Trees bend in my sighing and lie down.
The river shown groans an ode
To form and assembly.
Alive, the song revealing.
At the end of the day
Gold light comes from the side
And I stop what I'm doing
And the river of cold wind brings night.
Nightfall cloaks the word.
Impenetrable darkness.
The chill rises from the soil,
Erodes the world of dreams
In ashes and fog.
Suddenly life has new meaning.
your life propped on lungs (?)
Overwhelming feeling.
Alive, watching dust dancing.
In the blow, the stones erode.
The river revealing.
The light revealed and fleeting. (?)
------------------
Wind's Dark Poem
------------------
Voice of Wind:
The air in the branches sounded like words
Whispering a spell on me
Until i heard.
And now i see shapes in the low light.
The earthquakes in the twilight.
I see flames in my calm life .
I hear the wind's dark poem.
You can see from above the rocks
Sticking out of the yard behind the house
Makes stone constellations half-buried in the dusk.
The unformed stories coming to life while I sleep.
The breath moves branches
Saying words that I don't know.
A new poem, a song I sang in a dream.
The lights of town faint.
Something is exhaling in the sound of traffic far away.
Something is happening.
Wind's dark poem describes.
Calligraphy of branches writes.
Stone constellation comes to life.
The house is built on a boulder.
Soil returns to the wind.
Bones will blow in pink light.
A distant sound saying my name.
The wind is taking pieces.
Wind's dark poem's about
The constantly roaring decay,
The destruction of every day,
And ever morning's waking.
But even while spring is bringing blossoms back among leaves,
A cold wind blows when night falls
And the bare branches bend.
-------------------------
My Heart Is Not At Peace
-------------------------
If my heart were at peace
Would it be a blossom or satisfied?
Would it be a stone?
My heart is not at peace.
I woke up hungry
There is wind and there's no song.
A satisfied heart,
Half-sleeping through the days
And the wind in the home.
If my heart were at peace,
I would've closed the doors and windows.
Satisfaction feels like a tomb.
I was writhing in the tomb.
My heart was a frozen boulder.
The romance and all I'd rejected
Comes like music on the wind.
The violence in my heart,
The stone in the mountain,
All revealed by the sweeping broom.
All destroyed by the burning wind.
-----------------
The Hidden Stone
-----------------
The stone inside the mountain revealed
A human heart shown.
The core unfolding song on wind.
Tumultuous in the soft world,
Bone protruding.
It crawls back inside the cave,
Mountain heaving.
Where was the source of wind I thought I found?
And I go through my days like this.
With a force that curves in a roads that all shapes (?)
And dissatisfaction.
Where was the source of wind I thought I found?
On the ridge.
Why am I holding this sighing that tears at the house in my cavern? (?)
The stone on top of my heart is shaking.
The wind at the door is blowing loud,
Is blowing loud,
Is blowing loud,
Is blowing loud,
Blowing loud,
Blowing loud,
Blowing loud,
Blowing loud.
------------
Wind Speaks
------------
When wind speaks it says
I am the river.
I am the torrent of tearing flame.
I remove bodies.
I hold void, I have no shape.
And I heard this standing on the street,
Looking south to the hill,
Where clouds were rising
Echoing in my body,
Being emptied and filled.
Wind's poem recited, by tones made of wood,
In no language,
Reverently misunderstood by me
And then passed on in the dream world,
Diluted and proud.
Form reading form (?)
Wind screaming by mount eerie among the cliffs
By the hillsides,
Among the clouds that never lift, saying
I am the river.
I am the ocean of changing shape.
And I bring bodies.
And in the void you heard my name.
And you are like me.
You are nothing but a place where dust is dancing.
And then a gust that made me quake,
So fleeting and young
With mythologies pulled from lack.
I wake up repeatedly and belong to the black.
Meanwhile the moon in my mind shines brightly.
---------
Summons
---------
I can't say it
So i will let the wind.
Come wind, destroyer of worlds.
Speak to me,
Show me shapes in the swirling dust.
Come wind, sayer of names.
Speak to me,
Make me listen into the night.
Come wind, the fog from my eyes.
Come revealer, the town lights from the night sky.
Come destroyer, pound on my window,
Scream through my house,
Tear the old land from itself.
Come wind, in the mouth of the sky.
Speak for me.
Show me the hills' insides.
Show me the river that roars through my house.
There was a break in the clouds
And you lit up my house
For a little while at least.
I was in your favor but then it closed.
Now the wind speaks in the branches.
Now the wind speaks in the branches.
Saying hold on to something and watch it go.
Everything you love will end up on the breeze.
The roots that held the trees down
Left a deep whole full of water, reflecting sky.
---------------------
Between Two Mysteries
---------------------
I've seen summits buried in more air,
Buried in space.
I just lie down in the snow up there
Buried in space.
I've seen moss covered stumps in the dying light
Taking on shapes.
Black wooden mythologies,
I know a place.
Layer after layer of comprehension
Welling up in the morning light between two mysteries.
The town rests in the valley between Twin Peaks
Buried in space.
What goes on up there in the night,
That dark blurry place?
Driving to work in the morning,
We live in graves.
Always trying to climb out of the hole
Buried in space.
And the songs fade,
And the singers all die
But my heart will not stop thumping.
The shapes in the dark
Still look convincing
So here I am.
------------------
Ancient Questions
------------------
Was it a dream where I wandered off the trail,
Aimlessly drawn, and came to a clearing on the hill above town
Still hearing cars,
And there a circle of stones
Surrounded a pool of black water in the sky,
Where I reached in and pulled out the song,
Ceremonious and young.
I think I dreampt it.
Standing on the street and the wind looking south.
Hunting for singing.
Indulging, imagining words in the wind.
But nothing means nothing.
Everything is fleeting
Don't get used to it.
I say look upon the ruins.
To distant branches on the hill,
There's no song or sacredness now.
What I had called the spirit world
Blows into dust, like me,
In the song born of alienation.
Ancient questions unanswered,
Alive in me again.
Indulging, imagining words in the wind.
But nothing means nothing.
Everything is fleeting.
Don't get used to it.
I say look upon the ruins.
Voice in the branches pulling me still.
-------------------
Lost Wisdom pt. 2
-------------------
I think the screaming wind said my name.
Significance found in rocks,
And in the mountain slowly blowing in the river.
Lost wisdom returns.
And the sound of the river sighing
Here's your home.
Under the ashes waking up
In blue dusk slowly revealing.
Seeing the moon in the middle of the day,
The gleaming stone
Cuts dreams I have been living, sleeping.
Now the whole world is flaming
Or is it clouds rising through trees on the ridge?
I know the world is a flaming house and what I hold
I will be grieving.
And lost wisdom returns.
Watching dust dancing,
Living a long life growing towards void.
Awareness persistently fleeting
and the song that cuts through the fog sometimes
is lost in rainy evenings,
wrapped in the fog,
and the back of the house.
I followed a sound further in and I saw you.
-------------
Stone's Ode
-------------
I see rivers tearing hills
Finished with mountains.
With the hill at my back
I watch silt sink.
The river is shown by walking downhill,
Breath becoming clouds, becoming rain.
Uprooting hillsides, dissolving bones.
The stone groans an ode
To wind and dust clouding
In air the song revealing.
Standing wave in the stream,
Bodies assembled of dust
propped temporarily (?)
In the river the rocks groan
Oh water pouring through me
Born in my mouth.
Trees bend in my sighing and lie down.
The river shown groans an ode
To form and assembly.
Alive, the song revealing.
At the end of the day
Gold light comes from the side
And I stop what I'm doing
And the river of cold wind brings night.
Nightfall cloaks the word.
Impenetrable darkness.
The chill rises from the soil,
Erodes the world of dreams
In ashes and fog.
Suddenly life has new meaning.
your life propped on lungs (?)
Overwhelming feeling.
Alive, watching dust dancing.
In the blow, the stones erode.
The river revealing.
The light revealed and fleeting. (?)