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Helicopter Hieroglyphs
04:55
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My body distorts in the warped reflection of the river Nile. Proof of storms in distant lands, many years ago, passing by. My hands they adorn these walls with the images that I inscribe: beings that soar to impossible depths of sea and sky. I can see them when I close my eyes and I dream.
All of the villages crumble and fall, they fade away, but our temples still stand strong above the sand. Oh - and the people surrounding them all, they lift their gaze and hold mirrors to their eyes that cast such unnatural light. They share a language absent of tangible signs.
Oh I have seen cities so tall they reach the heavens! They glow like the clearest night sky. Oh I've seen great mountains shining in every color! Mountains of things we discard. And birds whose only song is a deafening thunder, breathing out smoke and fire! And the endless mottled herds of beasts that roll and rage across a dark flattened tundra, stretched out for miles and miles and miles.
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I squint my eyes at the Cumbrian radiance
as it bursts pass the shutter.
Silver halide collided with phenadone
and dissolved into colors.
And behold the great surprise
to find that I was not alone.
A human form, dressed in white,
was watching over me, its aim unknown.
And it seemed to move as I stared in close.
The photographer was a solider and fireman,
but to me was a father.
Brought our image to the Cumberland newspaper
and they took what he offered.
They printed: “Here feast your eyes!
An unexplainable sign of a visitant!”
And all the world materialized
their every fantasy through that apparition.
All their hopes and fears and suspicions.
They say, “Oh, there are ghosts,
the roaming revanant.”
They say, “Secret agents cloaked
walk among us hidden.”
Oh and life, life beyond the scope
of human instruments.
They see a sky full of UFOs,
and remote intelligence,
And all the things we learned
when the Spaceman came to Earth!
That day, at Solway Firth,
when the Spaceman came to Earth!
All my life I’ve searched through memory
to find our enigmatic guest.
But all I’ve found is my dear mother
in an overexposed dress,
all but forgotten as she stared out
into the west.
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Cova Da Iria
06:28
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A faint distant carillon rang over and through the trees, and found a clearing filled with people and the frantic mania of suspicion and belief. There I imagined an afterlife despite implausibility, as all together, perfect strangers holding hand-in-hand, we all dropped to our knees.
The sun it bloomed to fill the sky, the celestial void. And forty-thousand voices cried out in fear and joy; it was such an awesome noise, at Cova Da Iria.
The crystalline atmosphere - oh prismatic air above - it bent, refracted, oh how it cast a stunning composition of halos, arcs, parhelia.
The sun it danced across the sky, or so it seemed. And forty-thousand minds decided just what they'd seen. Not all of them agreed, at Cova Da Iria.
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Watseka Wonder (live)
04:59
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Lurancy, were you scared?
Would you leave your body or would it be taken from you?
Were you watching from the air
when your lips would move to speak or to be spoken through?
You'd tell us of other worlds,
of your brothers dead and gone, of heaven and the angels.
But you'd wake up and be just a girl,
and the doctors and the priests never could explain you.
So when faith and medicine
had failed to bring you back again
your family had resolved that your were lost.
But you found a home again, open arms to take you in,
through the misplaced ghost of Mary Roff.
Lurancy, how did you know
all of Mary's favorite songs? You sang them all so sweetly.
Minerva, she held you close,
and she felt her sister's heart beating just like years ago.
But the souls that lived through you
were not the dead but people who
were grieving and needing to be told
that their celestial hopes were true.
They placed all of their faith in you,
but you were only human after all.
Oh the power of the suggested word
in the mind of a clever confused girl!
Lurancy, I feel your ghost
moving through my voice and pressing on my fingers.
I wonder, am I your host,
as I whisper every verse and pull each of these strings?
Oh how I want to believe,
but I can never know.
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The Wow Signal (live)
05:00
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My summer rose, I try and find you in the night so I don't feel afraid like a child who doesn't want to be left alone in a dark empty space.
In a room, on the floor, an ambiguous form through the pinhole of light from the hole in the door. Every inch of the earth, every season that turns, held in a span that can never begin and never end.
M55, one night you spoke and all of the stars took on such strange new shapes. And like a child, I stared above wordlessly parsing an unfamiliar face.
But there's an ocean of time from your world to mine, and if I call back to you I'd never hear your reply through the great cosmic wild, all the vacuous miles. It's a void that suggests only silence and death.
But I don't feel alone because I can see you through the darkness, dust and ice, your pallor glow shining where Sagittarius hovers. And I don't feel alone because I can hear you. "6EQUJ5", your simple song that you sang in a key to discover. You sang it for us and for all of the others... any others out there.
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