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Yanatay
08:34
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Yanatay Yanatayah
On their way, fast up through the valley
looking for our sons and our daughters
Like the Arhuaco before
We must open up those secret doors
Through dimensional cover
Past the owls at dawn
Fossilized baleen on the windy ridge
Keratin crystals born in a past pristine
Before the edge of plunder
Offerings above the churning sea
Ceremony is something we need
I find myself in the future
I find myself in the past
Either way, this situation can’t last
Wide open like the sun
Shining on mycorrhizal runs
Look at the beauty you’ve become
Consciousness leading you on
Hitting on your own drum
Singing stories saying
This will pass
We will last
Forever
He watched the pack
Make off down the narrows
Knowing they’d be back in twenty eight days
He followed there tracks to see which way they
preferred to go in October
Over six ridges towards the dismembered coast
By the village at the forks
We sent the men out for more
You saw my sister in her finery
Wasn’t long before you came knocking on our door.
Father gone mother shy
I looked you in the eyes
I could tell you weren’t like the other whites
When the tide is out the table is set
With the love of the moon
Our needs are met
Watching the pups play as he braids the nets
Its not that its too sweet
Its just that you haven’t seen it yet
Stuck in America so easy to forget
The relaxed thriving that was meant
Creation is free
Freely given
Why destroy it for currency
Wide open like the sun
Shining on mycorrhizal runs
Look at the beauty you’ve become
Spirit leading you on
Hitting on your own drum
Singing stories saying
This will pass
We will last
Forever
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2. |
Manta Ray Floyd
03:16
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3. |
Lay Me Down
02:24
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4. |
Moon Nipple (intro)
01:47
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The elk grew soggy
And the sea grew back
And the night got wetter
And the crows sent mad
Sing it to the family
about just what I saw
Standing in front of me
Waiting for the ferry to call
In a fog not as salty as it used to be
And looser
It don’t bother me
Rising up to meet you
All the creatures to the east
The presences you need
Making beats
Trading favors
By the shoreline
10 fathoms deep
Heard laughing
Laying On the fallen trees
Rising up to meet you
The skin was piled
next to the quartered body
An old wool blanket and a nose sticking out
It’ll be enough to feed
all the mothers in the town.
Children never taught how
She will make it better for them now
Hope and praise in the
Skutled graveyard
dappled in copper leaves
Kids graves sunk and angling
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Visitors Arriving
00:49
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7. |
Turquoise
04:33
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Breakthrough
03:38
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Breakthrough, breakthrough
I see your island now
I see you
What to do?
What to do?
Go and get it now
It's ok
Come close and then through
Heya hey
It seems so easy
Mister I need a boat that I can mend
Wanna travel, tool around the carribean
Colombia up to Biscayne Bay
Around the bend
The Yucatan
Breakthrough breakthrough
I see your island now
I see you
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Matthew O'Neill Phoenicia, New York
"Matthew O’Neill follows his vision here...a sort of mystic shaman sketching out his dreams and hopes for the earth he loves in the language he knows best: music.” - The Daily Vault
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