1. |
A Gift
04:44
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This weed came up in the desert
Out of the rocks, born on a cold night
Fragile and heroic
A thorny little thing, aching towards the light
My roots dug down clutching stones
I stretched my branches and sunned my leaves
My core grew stronger, thank you
Despite the restlessness awakened in me
The rocks will talk if you listen
They want to play, be held, and be seen
They litter our page with stars and crossroads
More whole if we follow their lead
I came to a sudden juncture
Laid bare, all normalcy stripped away
A quiet burning descended upon me
I met myself, I wanted to play
There is no way to describe
It is mythic and outside of time
Blown open, exposed, exhausted
I come away charged with life
Spontaneous sacrifice
Darkness and new light
Virtuous deviance
From the bland perfection of former times
Some awe, some fear
Both understood and unknown (reckless control)
The left hand and the right
Fully intertwined
I became part of a crystalline cluster
Clinging to our-self in that strange and beautiful way
Growing in and out in all directions
An unassuming straggler wanting to play
Vulnerable and safe
Oh to be among the stones
And find another sort of home
To ride inside a massive wave
The bravery astounds me
This gray is where things begin
Where things refuse to stay the same
Where tended weeds
Grow fierce and tame
It was a gift
I’m glad I came
There is no way to describe
It is mythic and outside of time
Blown open, exposed, exhausted
I come away charged with life
Not knowing who I am
Not caring
I am so glad I came
It was a gift
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2. |
Tangled
03:50
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Set in motion in another time
Bound, bred-in-the-bone, it sedated my mind
I tried to guide it, then decided I’d be better off
To ride it blind
To be tangled
Dangled off the edge
Don’t work too hard unless it’s worthy, dirty, and sound
Unless it stirs the heart or sends you down
Go ahead keep striving, driving for comfort
But it won’t stay found
To be tangled, dangled over the edge
Knotted, besotted
Impurified by this, it’s bliss
To be tangled
I’m in a story, that’s a fun place to be
Full of doubt and wild uncertainty
The plot just thickened, our hearts quickened
As we tunneled down to than the beast
Who unfettered the raging sea
To be tangled . . .
I like the calmness of the sun
But here I am, biting my lip, waiting for lightening to come
Chewing rocks, tying socks into a chain
Eager, fevered, to climb down and meet the beast again
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3. |
Naked At The Summit
04:04
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What happened
Did you grow frightened of the height
Crawl back down into the undertow of safety
Not this one
I stand naked at the summit
Baring new teeth
I refuse to leave
Someone will find me eventually
So angry sometimes
I scream and beat my chest
Reckless and obsessed
I pull my hair out, scatter it in the garden
For the birds to find
And build their little nests
Stare at my reflection
Tear-streaked and laughing
What happened
Did you grow frightened of the height
Crawl back down into the undertow of safety
Not this one
I stand naked at the summit
Baring new teeth
I refuse to leave
Someone will find me eventually
I awoke
A little monster
But what they think
Will never matter
Oh, these teeth
Will just grow back again
Now that blood
Blood is in the water
What happened
Did you grow frightened of the height
Crawl back down into the undertow of safety
Not this one
I stand naked at the summit
Baring new teeth
I refuse to leave
Someone will find me eventually
What happened
Did you grow frightened of the height
Crawl back down into the undertow of safety
Not this one
I stand naked at the summit
Baring new teeth
I refuse to leave
Someone will find me eventually
Baring new teeth
I refuse to leave
Someone will find me eventually
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4. |
No Regrets
04:15
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Trust what you feel
Don’t let them change your mind
Dance to your own beat
Time is irrelevant
And if you choose to hide
Try to remember the fun times
And I remind: if you run from paradox
The heart cannot open its eyes
Don’t doubt any decision
Outside the wall we find freedom
Don’t let your mind limit the possibilities
Or cancel what was gained—stay open
Don’t buy into the illusion of control
You sell the opportunity for
The miraculous to be
Let the past and the future meet
No regrets
Ever-evolving as we are devolving
Our instincts in tune with what helps us move beyond body
Pray we make the right mistakes
Don’t resist balance, fall into it
Count backwards for a change (Use both sides of your brain)
Fight hard against the constraints of the collective dream
Have fun in not knowing what will happen
Possibilities are thrilling (I’m so excited)
Don’t trust what you learned you should believe
Don’t doubt any decision . . .
Sometimes we must break outside
To become more fully ourselves
It’s fecking incredible
To be in heart, let heart know, mind melt
Don’t doubt any decision . . .
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5. |
Stoke The Fire
03:52
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I was wondering, could my attention, my adoration
Make your wild heart burn brighter?
I’d gather wood
I’d split kindling with bare hands
Hunt and carry ‘till my skin cracks and bleeds
I’d use up all the breath in my tender pink lungs
Just to see
Static
Makes you forget that you’re alive
To be noticed
Would it stoke the fire?
We’re in a time when darkness has fallen
I see gray men wandering hopeless and numb
A world bereft of belief
We need your light young one
Yeah, look at you, so bright; dreaming a better dream
Knowing that there’s so much more than meets the eye
But the hum-drum-slum of the tick-tock-day-to-day
Hooked your attention, called you down from your flight
Static . . .
They took us for granted
When it was only just a loan
Now our skin is calloused
And we don’t remember home
I can’t offer much
I can’t share your dream or wake you from your sleep
But I could jostle your attention
Tell you you’re pretty, awe-fully
This sturdy old steady life
Needs lovers who refuse to tire
Of noticing every shining star
And stoking every fire
Static . . .
I wanna stoke the fire
Let me stoke the fire
I wanna stoke every fire
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6. |
A Mountain
04:29
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OUR HOME, A STRANGE HOVEL ON THE STRIP FAR FROM THE SEA
WHERE STRAY CATS DRANK CHLORINE UNDER DRY FLUORESCENT FLICKERING
SHOWCASING NATURE IN A PLASTIC VOID OF HUNGER
ANCHORED IN DAYS OF MAD RUSH AND FRENZIED NIGHTS OF REVERIE
WE FORGOT OUR NAMES
OR PERHAPS THEY SIMPLY CHANGED
STOLEN WERE THE OLD SHOES
BUT STILL IN SOME KIND OF STASIS
A SUDDEN NEED TO PULL THE SKIN AWAY
IN ANY CASE, IF ONLY FOR A MOMENT WE KNEW WE MUST ESCAPE
TO A MOUNTAIN
ON A MOUNTAIN
WE CAME BACK TO OUR BODIES
WE CAME BACK TO OUR SENSES
GIVEN PERSPECTIVE
BY A MOUNTAIN
I HUNG MY HEAD OUT OF THE WINDOW SOAKING IN THE VIEW
TO FEEL THE WIND, ABSORB THE BROWN AROUND ME,
ROOTS DOWN, MADE NEW
WE PILED ROCKS IN LITTLE STACKS
A FAIRY CITY ON THE PATH
PRETENDING WE HAD NO PLACE TO BE
IN SIMPLICITY RAPT
I LAY MYSELF OUT ON A ROCK
THE MORNING SUN HEATING MY SKIN
SO APART, I HALF FORGOT THE CHAOS I WAS LIVING IN
WE GATHERED PLASTIC FLOWERS SCATTERED BY THE ELEMENTS
AND PLACED THEM BACK ON THE SHRINE
IN RESPECT FOR A MOUNTAIN
ON A MOUNTAIN . . .
AND EVEN WHEN THE GATES WERE SHUT
AND EVEN WHEN THE SIRENS HOWLED
WE HEAR COYOTE SINGING
FELT THE STARS CALLING SO LOUD
AND MY EYES WERE BLURRED
AND MY HEART SWELLED UP
AND PLEIADES, SO LOVELY
THAT EMBRACE
WAS JUST ENOUGH
ON A MOUNTAIN . . .
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7. |
I See Her
03:02
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I see her
Dragging a blanket of boulders
I see her floating, hair splayed
Not a ripple to be seen
The birds flock to her
As she scatters seeds gathered in a burning field
Wearing a crown of berries
Befitting a wild queen
Double-fire bellower
Honey-sweet hell-screamer
You’re a fearless warrior
I’m your tireless admirer
Shrewd, vast-minded
Masked weaver of story
Of abeyant rage
And blood-drawing tenacity
Her sword could level the Amazon
Her smile could tame the Taliban
She will be the one to teach the young
Of our all-but-lost dominion
Double-fire bellower . . .
Undaunted
By her own vulnerability
She plows ahead
In electric serenity
She’d bite the head off the devil
To protect her kin
Better count yourself lucky
If you count yourself among them
Double-fire bellower . . . .
I see her
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Laughing
03:33
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Had it up to here
Taken on too much
Brushing up against the poky, prickly spines
Of your chosen path
Hysterical-
Craving release
And then the emotional sea
Comes gushing, rushing from the heart tap
I do like to cry
If you wanna keep your eyes don’t hush me
I don’t hold back
It would be idiocy not to let it be
But when you’re stretched to the edge
Raw and unchecked
Then stop caring that they’re staring
Pop, suddenly you’re laughing
I been feeling severed
Ever wish you could warp back in time
Relive forever
The moments when you weren’t so alone
But the stream that meets us
Sometimes flows from a glacier melt
Full of rocks and silt
And carcasses and bones
I do like to cry . . .
It’s been a strange year
Changes, meetings, and danger
But stranger times I’ve seen
And stranger still I know will come
The best teachers
Teach through behavior
Savoring both good and bad
Saying, “I chose this; I am not a victim!”
I do like to cry
If you wanna keep your eyes don’t hush me
I don’t hold back
It would be idiocy not to let it be
But when let yourself get stretched get stretched to the edge
Raw and unchecked
Stop caring that they’re staring
Pop, suddenly you’re laughing
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Let's Go To The Park
02:48
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Let’s go to the park
Shall we go to the park?
No, no, I don’t want to
No, no, I don’t want to
‘Cause I’m sitting here in my room
I like to play
But I never leave this place
I’m too busy thinking
Don’t have enough to say
I only leave my home
Thirteen times a day
To go outside on the porch, watch the crows
Send up smoke and pray
Let’s go to the park . . .
I am troverted-in
I have a thin skin
Mostly it’s dirty
So I go naked, I can’t go away
I hide in here, not out of fear,
But allergy to your world
I am a fragile girl
You wouldn’t like me anyway
Let’s go to the park . . .
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Sacrifice
03:57
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Grief
A little frightened beast
Cupped in your hand
Petrified
Its wild heart beating fiercely against your skin
Hold it tenderly until it calms
And only then release
Tragedy
Inevitable
Tragedy
It flocks to us like geese
It’s a migratory cycle
The soul must travel this path
In order to breathe
Today the cut comes
I receive it
Today the blood comes
I offer up my arm
Today the cut comes
I receive it
Today the blood comes
Today the cut comes
He said: make sacred your pain
To gather useful information
On your journey through the twilight
Give your blood; receive the cut
Lay yourself bare
And acknowledge
The place between the day and night
Today the cut comes . . .
So vulnerable, everyone
Did you build a hard shell
To keep it safe; to hide
So you could pretend you hadn’t lost so much
Living a half-life
To fool the others; cling to the light
Well it’s better to make the sacrifice
Today the cut comes . . .
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11. |
Perfect Morning
04:13
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It is a perfect morning
The islands are shrouded and crowned
And I will take my tea
Take this in before I leave
The journey down will be difficult
It just might break me in
But a worthy endeavor—
Never ask for something better
She had to find a way
To tame the wretched beast
Knew she must make the journey alone
Only tattered rags and a body to call home
Through the forest she trekked
For seventy years, more or less
To find the old witch
Who held the wisdom
If you shy from the task
Weary of having everything torn away, I might ask
If you refuse the journey down,
What have you to gain?
So take your tea in silence
On this perfect morning
Then join the battle, join the battle
It’s a fresh new day
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12. |
Shown Sometimes
04:03
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The hands so precise
Performing delicate coronary surgery
So worthy of me
Not fumbling, numb, dulled by mind
But a sense from within, deep under
A sense of another kind
We are embodied divine
This I am shown sometimes
Born of need, grown in one night
Perfect, like Lituolone
Coarse, cracking husk, tender flesh
Skin alert, catching, breathing, catch breath
A firm grasp, a tight vice, a still mind
In primal rhythm, it’s a dance of another kind
We are embodied divine . . .
Will you believe I’m bigger than just me?
Do your eyes want to see? This is what I need
Like laughter, instinct belongs to the body
And one must move or one will freeze
The soul requires warmth, simply
We are embodied divine . . .
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13. |
Every Moment
04:27
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It seemed to be a new day
He had a big idea
A plan to make a change
But the change made him instead
Dead weight was lifted away
For one second, the burden relieved
Something inside him shot upward
(But now he’s back underneath)
Every moment, a big adventure
One you’re deep under; the next, resurfacing
Taste it, breathe it in to reconfigure
Trust in uncertainty; you’ll come up again
She didn’t know what to expect
And that’s the best, the best
If you project, attached
Then it all sinks down to flat
So bring your fresh open eyes
Absorb that freakish, flailing light
Become the dancer
On the back of a radical tide
Every moment . . .
I don’t want to leave
This wild uncertainty
It’s what life’s supposed to be
Not restricted by security
I’m looking for the magic teeth
To rip open the leather of my old ideas
Shake me awake so I might see
So I might truly be in
Every moment . . .
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