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Augur
08:24
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A seconded shift of screen and glass over wood
and a window sliding up between what's not
and what's very much good
and the eyes have it since what's seen is not only what's been
but much more than that
as it speaks volumes about sin and about the sin we're in
The body of this law is what we're in
Where the Nazarene shows us time and time again
That belief is the better part of why we're apart
So come out when I call
Come out for us all
The dead. The red.
And the violently spent.
And down here? Our knees are bent.
Our knees are bent
As we tamp down the dirt
And settle into what's not hurt
The sanction of the unsanctionable
Invisible and unfathomable
And still we must die
And die all the time
While we wave our hands to feel better
And dark never really comes to describe the weather
Though that's exactly what it is
Where we are
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Further Father
09:33
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Bless me Father Because I have
Bless me Because have I
Blessed me before I need to be blessed again
Against the divinity and the trinity and the klatch of crazy
Heads bowed against the clack of the wheels on steel
And all of the trains going the same place
And everybody filling that same space
Against the benediction, the malediction and the misdirection
Bless these tears because there will be tears
Bless the fear and so far
Bless me further and farther, father
Monster monster monsters
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Remember Me, You Three
02:04
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The winter remembered while the candle recalls
What was left of the doxology
Was damned near nothing at all
Could you help an old altar boy, Father, who is down on his luck?
We say to no one in particular, we say to no one who gives a fuck
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Snake
05:06
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Snake, shake
rattlesnake
A survival revival
All about
Well, all about the attitude of gratitude
And he is as small as me
And I am as large as him
Him him
Turn-collared Jim
Thick book in his hand
And eyes that say Goddamn
This is the story of man
Or at least the children of Ham
And his story is about fire
The story is about snakes and fire
And he holds the one up and he holds the one higher
And he is as small as me
And I am as large as him
Him him
Turn-collared Jim
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The Restored
15:28
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The divinity of Jesus, the Christ, causes crisis from both symbolic and shambolic sides of a very old coin. But if you forget time, as though that was something that can be done from within time, and consider where in this age of science and reason you stand on anyone even making the mildest claim of heavenly parentage and you have a front row seat on that which justifiably might be felt to be hard to swallow.
So hard that even the subject at hand wouldn't bite. "Who is it that they say I am?" is a non-answer to that oft-asked question. And the idea that we're all bonded and bound by similar origin is unlikely to soothe any singularly right-minded people. Then there's all of the post-facto "Where's Waldo?" hoohah.
Which is to say: there are lots of bodies that ain't been found yet.
And there are lots of bodies. And there are lots of people who still see Elvis and like Descartes said our eyes were meant to deceive us. Not saying we are deceived but why origin stories that read like poker how-to manuals. Occam's razor and its dictates and nature push for simple solutions first.
So simply: we don't know. Nor do we know what we don't know. Nor do we know how much of what we don't know we do know.
The inconclusiveness of this conclusion rankles like bad movies rankle. But this is not a movie and wishing it was won't make it so.
Padre Pio? Padre Pio! Bleeding stigmata! Turin! Fatima! Wine! Loaves! Nothing when leavened against planets and endless, endless space. Space without known measure. So let us prey. Let us pray. The endless is nigh. And the tide is high. And there is no we, and that we is very much alone. God help us. God help us.
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Philippe Petit: a musical travel-agent Marseille, France
Interested in soundtracks even if I create original music I'd rather be introduced as a "musical travel agent" than a
composer.
Since 2000 I have been playing all over the world...
Feeling lucky to release on several international labels such as Aagoo, Southern UK, Monotype, Alrealon Musique, Beta Lactam Ring, Sub Rosa, HomeNormal, Important, HelloSquare, Public Eyesore, Utech, Staubgold, etc...
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