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Reciting
02:01
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Spouses
04:42
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Baby I don’t know where the islands go, maybe where our eyelids close?
On a curve of eyelash quaked earth fell from underneath our little baby feets.
Littered in debris, sinking into the seas & It’s all continual.
Spherical linear path trailed in ash.
We were once one great behemoth land mass.
Now we're forsaken and cracked into a bulimic trance.
And I am not taking my chances. No more.
We were once strong with the roars of white lion tongues,
Now we’re a picturesque proverbial death, finally at rest.
Analyze adventitious visions of an arc,
Those that built the flood for a secular monarch
stood at the foot of his kingdom waiting for the angels to ascend to sing this hymn.
Now the world is tearing apart at the seams and if it seems too soon ~
Grab your spouses and announce your devout belief in a harrowing messiah
side by side again…
at the devouring of man.
Oh is this it? Please just let me come back down, please just…
Oh we were once strong with roars from white lion tongues,
Now we’re a picturesque proverbial death, finally at rest.
Analyzed adventitious visions of an arc,
Those that built the flood for a secular monarch
stood at the foot of his kingdom waiting for the angels to ascend and sing to them.
The world is tearing apart at the seams and if it seems too soon ~
grab your spouses and announce your devout belief in a harrowing messiah
side by side again at the devouring of man.
The world is tearing apart at the seams and if it seems too soon, it is.
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Kin
05:04
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To be with you, to be with you my dear
I have to make things right.
And though my head is turned to stone,
I can’t believe that it’s just our compression of language into code.
Now I’ll traverse this cascading avalanche.
I’m cursed and buried up to my neck.
Desperately wading through the last of the surface’s light.
At night I’m drifting through the ages,
I lie awake and contemplate your template
I will make these arcane landscapes migrate for you.
A nomadic son
sung from the tongues of the ancient ones
Conscious Constellations hear my cries
aligning the divine and making time, make time.
We're kindred spirits splintered
now we are one, not two bringing ocean’s doom.
There’s no God,
our one true primordial history
is made up of you and me.
So we traced back to the interlacing cracks of our past and we found,
We were hypnotically sobbing as thick as the tar pits that swallowed the elephants.
One last thrust of the newly embalmed tusks in my rib cage as my insides spill out in time.
I lent my name to your lips in moans and cries
And you said it was grand about the mouth.
We're kindred spirits splintered
we are one not two, bringing ocean’s doom.
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Rhythm Hymns
05:47
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Swells in the signless and wishless
How do I tell you this
All these blessings granted
to me they are constantly tormenting
Flailing from this seizure
a dreaming, thinking, jealously creatured Now
With lesions that are streaming
a colorless world without you
From my dorsal lobe I’m sinking back into
patterns that strobe
Turbulent blazings in white hot drapings
up above the clouds as I return home
Girl sink your talons in as the whole world is caving in
I am no longer strong from the marrow of man
These floating archipelagos artificial
two heirlooms of the pharaohs' surrounding me
They sapped the husks of their victims prismic lust
so trust me here we go
I deliver this recital
alone and spiteful again and again
strangled by our temporal reigns
Rendered heartless but cathartic be the memories permutating endlessly
My dear please believe,
I’ve risen to a formless heaven
where there is no more temptress rhythms
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5. |
Golden Loom
05:01
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All lands darkened under your grace
And I hope that I can just forget the taste
Of all these cruel lying worlds we shared in and slept in, but I won’t remember them.
For every anhedonic wake, I was there for your loss and I expect him do the same!
Are you the blessed Winged creature I have come to know?
Are you the blessed winged creation I’ve bestowed my hopes upon?
Oh lord how long? With the sun drawing water from every vein, oh lord how long?
By this time next year we’ll be in our final resting place, the eminent grave awaits us.
A boundless eternalized proposal,
I am working up another come recite with me.
We’re fluent in this antiquated ceremonious atrophy.
I will not fall to your feet or breathe another word of your negativity,
Your corporeal broken organ’s dystrophy is astounding at best.
I thee apostle and you the maculate jackal tearing at my stilled viscera landfill.
They took down the horizon in hopes that it would remind them,
We salute your dreadful presence as the only majestic, godly remnants.
We are the ageless unending. Never a relic of time mending time mending love’s rendered design.
This relentless teething conquers all distance of continents drifting.
We are the ageless unending, time mending time mending love’s rendered design.
This is not what I had in mind…
You strung me through the Golden loom,
And only left the ruins of me and you.
You drug me through the poisoned river,
And only left the ruins of me and you.
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Craning Necks
06:58
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Who am I to decide your fate?
Who are you to decide what distances love cannot hide?
But who am I to try and control every second of time?
But who are you to leave me a leper with heart scathed?
And there are these lonely dying little rooms,
The weight of an eternity awaits us.
My craning neck out-stretched searching the skies for the chariot to take me back to you.
And with each moment passing I’m earning back the vows I’ve given,
a yearling beginning of our new grown deserving of Koa’s marital blessing.
A shared dark night…
With her porcelain bones under cheek’s fleshed ivory. I stand by my word.
A Beauty, the yellow rose consumes me.
She is jewel-like, a magnificent creature of form and sight.
Don’t let these hollow words define me or these shallow graves confine me.
You can bet we wont march into the mouth of hell, we’ll crawl.
Now swell my salivating narwhal.
We live at the edge of miracles and all these encapsulating festivals.
Our mouths agape, starring wide-eyed at the marvels,
While underneath the kindred souls bellowed.
Locked in Amber, as I watched the world unfolding from the center.
And I said Please enter what’s left of my body. Fear not as I carol my spirit inside thee.
And so I prayed for the grace of the pharaoh to reverse the sands of the hourglass.
That day I knew I had seen God.
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7. |
Harem Void
05:23
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Overdosed heaving on the floorboards in the valleys of seasons.
A caretaker knelt beside me, the cracked unkind.
I clung to the legs of a new angelic divine.
I turn to dust slowly adrift over the grey Alps.
While my skull scalped, wreaked havoc and splendor, I cannot love what I cannot have.
And without you, I’m pulled apart at all ends.
All I have is the sounds of rooms that these were made in.
I cannot love what I cannot have.
I would rather die starving in this ever-lasting hymn.
Please release me for I know I have sinned.
Why do I long for what I cannot have?
And without you, I’m pulled apart at all ends.
All I have is the sounds of rooms that these were made in.
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8. |
Hauntings
07:17
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We’re all lost again.
We don’t know who we are until we sing out.
Sing, oh sing for me and open up your throat.
Let out your heart and tell me what you need.
I can’t ever see why you’d live in hopes of an afterlife?
There is an eternity here, take my hand we’ll fall into it.
We’re all one beating heart, kneeling blind just waiting for a sign.
Sadly nothing ever changes.
Nothing, Nothing ever changes.
It doesn’t matter how it began because this is the end.
We sunk further and further.
Babe your words they keep haunting me.
And I too knew the fate that befell the men that sought to create her wretched Atlantis.
Oh the madness, oh the maddening cries.
I love this choral. I would drain the Atlantic if it just meant one last goodbye.
Sadly nothing ever changes.
Nothing, No nothing ever changes.
It doesn’t matter how it began because this is the end.
We’ve sunk further,
It’s too late. We’ll all drown.
Baby, just give me some peace of mind.
This is it, it’s just us here and we’ll all drown.
At the bottom there is only love. There is only love.
Never trust again.
We all have to bury our friends someday soon.
So until then, put your hands into the urn, feel your father’s cries,
We will return.
At the bottom there is only love. There is only love.
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9. |
Vows
02:20
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10. |
Ridda (Bonus Track)
01:36
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11. |
Reprise (Bonus Track)
02:31
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