1. |
Dance on my Grave
04:17
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Crackling sapphire,
methane paint fingertip timber.
Cedar-strip blood choir,
splinters of porcelain whisper
Hands on the wall-clock
as brittle as heroin shivers
Home in the night,
I made my home in the night
I found a home in the night
Forget time,
it's only life
until birth
Fingers guide
ceramic skies
along the earth
While I'm here,
under her trance,
I'll be her slave
But when I die,
come and dance
on my grave
And when I die
please build a stage
upon my grave
and dance a while
Crackling sapphire,
methane paint fingertip timbre
Cedar-strip blood choir,
splinters of porcelain whisper
Hands on the wall clock
as brittle as heroin shiver
I found my home
And when I die
please build a stage
upon my grave
and dance a while
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2. |
The Garden Song
04:42
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This tender seed has gone to sleep
Under earth, among weeds
Rain will fall, sun will shine
Await your time
To spring forth, to bring light
When it rains so hard
You run out in the yard
Rivulets soak into deep soil
Steeping love into the jungle of your toil
Paint the years with watercolours
Borrow time from one another
Weave a ladder to the clouds
Hang a lantern from this shroud
Bring a candle to the table
Plant a garden when you're able
Take a rest and prune your plums
You bring the best out of the earth and sun
We only see flowers bright, leaves of green
We can't know what lies beneath
Roots cut away, heartwood on display
Bearing fruit to this day
Take your tools from the shed
Turn over a new bed
Decompose, plant a rose
Find rebirth
Push your fingers deep into the earth
Paint the years with watercolours
Borrow time from one another
Weave a ladder to the clouds
Hang a lantern from this shroud
Bring a candle to the table
Plant a garden when you're able
Take a rest and prune your plums
You bring the best out of the earth and sun
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3. |
Pasaporte
06:07
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Disculpa, ¿cómo se llama usted?
¿De dónde viene usted?
¿Qué hace usted acá?
Acá, no se permite la gente
sin pasaporte,
sin visa, sin ciudadanía
Me preste la huella,
me presente la cédula,
para ver que sea la misma
¿Dónde está su documento?
Algo con una foto,
para que sepa yo que no es falso
Un nombre, yo no tengo
de ningún lado vengo
Yo soy un ser humano
Tengo el derecho de ser nadie
Tengo el derecho de ser nadie
Señor, te voy a detener
si no puede coordinar,
si estos datos no me puede dar
¿Dónde están tus papeles?
¿No están presentes?
¿Cómo que no los lleves siempre?
Un nombre, yo no tengo
de ningún lado vengo
Yo soy un ser humano
Tengo el derecho de ser nadie
Tengo el derecho de ser nadie
Tengo el derecho de ser
Soy la ley, el gobierno
Yo debo tener aceso
a tu identidad en cualquier momento
Un nombre, yo no tengo
de ningún lado vengo
Yo soy un ser humano
Tengo el derecho de ser nadie
Tengo el derecho de ser
Un nombre, yo no tengo
de ningún lado vengo
Yo soy un ser humano
Tengo el derecho de ser nadie
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4. |
Obachan
05:35
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5. |
Silver Threads
01:13
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6. |
Dance with the Machine
05:24
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It splits me at the seams
each time I hear that grinding metal scream.
Spitting out that smoke and steam,
I got no choice but to dance
with the machine
The temple's been assembled with a thousand stones
It's empty as a man moves his cardboard home
He sits at the steps for he knows damn well
that those doors are closed
There's a fast-flowing, ever-loving, spilling stream,
for centuries seen she runs cool and clean,
now polluted with a couple hundred years of greed
There's a language I can't quite understand,
it spins from the gears of the modern man
and it burns my ears, it ties my hands.
There's a language I can't quite understand,
it spins from the gears of the modern man,
and it'll burn my tongue,
and it ties my hands.
A shaman's advertising on a neon sign,
boiling his brew over an electric fire.
He tells me that this tradition is old as the sun
Coyote and raven traded in
their spirit powers for the city of sin,
now they're digging for salvation in the garbage bins.
There's a language I can't quite understand,
it spins from the gears of the modern man
and it burns my lips, it ties my hands.
There's a language I can't quite understand,
it spins from the gears of the modern man,
and it'll burn these words,
and it ties my hands.
Dance with the machine...
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Coyote Merlot Victoria, British Columbia
Raw songwriting and acoustic grit are woven with tight harmonies for a sound that is both heartfelt and feral. Adrian Esau (guitar, vocals) and Kaia Bryce (piano, vocals) unleash melodies that dance irreverently atop the piano in muddy boots, or spark a tender glow in your spirit. ... more
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