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Forgiving Words
04:10
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I never heard a lie that could be told so sweetly
Carved into the cliffside with the echoes of ancients
And hungry as you are to feed upon their fire
I know I've not been missed, you've never known this heart
And oh, how I wanted to follow you so closely then
But I wouldn't have kept your secret
Wouldn't have slept on the grass behind your grave
And stayed
Steady as the rain, won't forgiving words come to me?
Steady as the rain, won't forgiving words come to me?
So if you can capture the light in these gemstones
That hanging round your neck, reflect in my eyes
The light refracting is holding you closer
Than I ever could in life or death
And oh, how I wanted to follow you so closely then
But I wouldn't have kept your secret
Wouldn't have slept on the grass behind your grave
And stayed
Steady as the rain, won't forgiving words come to me?
Steady as the rain, won't forgiving words come to me?
And oh, how I wanted to follow you so closely then
But I wouldn't have kept your secret
Wouldn't have slept on the grass behind your grave
And stayed
Then, steady as the rain came forgiving words to me
Steady as the rain came forgiving words to me
Then, steady as the rain came forgiving words to me
Steady as the rain came forgiving words to me
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Zephyrs
03:11
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I wish that I could see the wind that carries you
The scents the zephyrs bring in the fall
This sunblindness stays with me always
My sights set in vain on these traces, only traces
And in your words of faith, I count the teachers
Those who compose a world lit by fate
They listen so close for the curses
That witchcraft and hexes we do
The fire on their tongues only worsens
Their oracles favor the few, just the few
Together we have lost every antidote
Prescribed to cure the fawns that we've found
But behind the veil of the forest
Their voice can be heard ringing out, ringing out
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3. |
Ulysses
03:50
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In past breaths I have tried
To live as but a witness
To my every mistake
My tongue has so cleaved
While these ugly tethers that bind
Have sought to be made teacher
And despite how they've fought to
Guide me towards cowardice and shame
In my pride, I have grown
To escape briers and thorns of this fate
In my pride, I have grown
To escape briers and thorns of this fate
Yet in dreams, these thistles have flourished
And I'm tired of the worlds they design
You have seen my efforts to discourage
The conceits that the zealots would prescribe
Before battle, there stood
The son of the Nereides
I wasn't there, but I've heard
Of the words that the Poet once sung
So said the king to the ghost
"Oh grieve no more at dying,
There never has been nor will be
One more powerful than you,"
But the youth in his rage still
Would not be calmed by this truth
But the youth in his rage still
Would not be calmed by this truth
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Echoes
03:45
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In echoes, I have tried to be the better one
I've tried to claim a quiet all my own
You act like such a martyr, say my apathy is violence
Would you prefer I draw blood from a stone?
But I've seen the power of
What is, once abandoned, a love
That has tried to be made new
To be made new
To be made new
Surrounded by a sea of empty vessels
I've tried to board while howling at the moon
I know I shouldn't cry that it was you who left me capsized
With a mouth that opens like a gaping wound
But I've seen the power of
What is, once abandoned, a love
That has tried to be made new
To be made new
To be made new
And so it's come to pass that you've moved onwards
I'll never know of how things could have changed
If the frost was melted on a hope left there, unspoken
Now buried to be dampened by the rain
But I've seen the power of
What is, once abandoned, a love
That has tried to be made new
To be made new
To be made new
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5. |
Happenstance
04:03
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And as it ages
As the ice melts on the grass
On the cusp of absolution
I've dreamed of happenstance
And what more is there to say
Grasping at aloneness and throwing stones
And if you see me worship reason, just remind me of
Remind me of its stains from my blood
Its stains from my blood
Its stains from my blood
It's a will o' the wisp
That I should think of you
My every breath wasted
Singing to an absent muse
And if you see me wondering
Tie my hopes to the backs of wild horses
In time they'll return with a fire to instill in my voice
Instill in my voice
Instill in my voice
And what if you're right
Do I have a good life?
And if you see me worship reason just remind me of
And if you see me worship reason just remind me of
Its stains from my blood
Its stains from my blood
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6. |
Comfortable
03:34
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Couldn't tell you what it's like
Of the world I'm dreaming
Stranger, stranger, every night
Listen right it's seeming
Comfortable now, comfortable now
Why can't you be comfortable?
Safer, safer, is the noise
Of yesterday's laughter
Making, making, so much less
Sense the morning after
Comfortable now, comfortable now
Why can't you be comfortable?
I could be so free
I could be so free
I can see a place where I would be
I could be so free
I could be so free
I can see a world where I would be
I could be so free
I could be so free
I can see a place where I would be
I could be so free
I could be so free
I can see a world where I would be
Now I'm sleeping in a chair
For my own amusement
Still so well preoccupied
With your ever movement
Cycling still, cycling still
Why can't I stop cycling?
Pausing, sighing, gritting teeth
With each revolution
Patiently, I sit here waiting
For my evolution
Cycling still, cycling still
Why can't I stop cycling?
I could be so free
I could be so free
I can see a place where I would be
I could be so free
I could be so free
I can see a world where I would be
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7. |
Release Me
04:13
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If I was a wild bird, wouldn't I know?
Mourning like a wild dove, wouldn't I know?
Like the breeze that brings the scents
Posies and foxglove and regrets
Like an ocean of scorn unhinged
Unraveling the textile winds
Release me, oh release me
Untether the cords that bind
Release me, oh release me
The freight fits the groove this time
You've stayed here far too long
Weaving the echoes of birdsong
But the file has worn too deep
Makes captive and frail my sleep
Release me, oh release me
Untether the cords that bind
Release me, oh release me
The freight fits the groove this time
If you open my right side
There in the darkness, you will find
The tracks and scars of my pride
Yes, the freight fits the groove this time
Release me, oh release me
Untether the cords that bind
Release me, oh release me
The freight fits the groove this time
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8. |
Listening to the Wind
04:34
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These days
I'm up all night with the wind
Listening, whispering
Tell me everything
And if you know
What's going on in their minds
Don't be afraid
You can trust me to let no one in
It'll keep you safe
If I share what I know
Tell you everything
Embrace what you're dreaming although
Is that really what you need?
Is that really what you need?
And I know
I don't care what I need
You've always been true
With the thoughts that you're feeding and so
I'll keep you close to me
I'll keep you close to me
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9. |
Pickpocket Hours
02:43
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Pickpocketing the hours
Mending cracks in fractured fables
I know what you're like
And I can't forget
Make cancer of a candlelight
Your loom, your words, and silent nights
In thickets of so many tainted insights
It's false idolatry
You have never been a part of me
As I watch myself turn the pages
Mirror, show me my own skin
From my shoulders to my shins
Let me see the home I live in
Shed this ancient part of me
That has always helped me breathe
For it's only ever lied to me
If you can't let me in
I will raise my own heaven
Pass through these gates
Adamantine
My fears will keep me bound to me
As I said, it's just idolatry
A sickness that tells the same story
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10. |
Ghost
03:51
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This doesn't feel
Like a hangover dream
Like a pile of fool's gold
Or a hopeless fantasy
But all of my questions
Feel hollow and toothless
From a voice that just cracks
And a throat that cannot grieve
And when will I know
To sleep through the night
Without counting every ghost?
I'm scared of being hopeless
Or feeling anything at all
I've learned and I have taught
That absolution comes from what's lost
And when can I free
This haunted army
That sits like royalty?
And how can I mend
A mirror that shows me
A cast of martyrs and thieves?
I'm scared of being hopeless
Or feeling anything at all
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Kate Koenig Brooklyn, New York
Kate Koenig is a very hungry experimental folk caterpillar that eats Fleet Foxes’ progressivism and Kate Bush's iconoclasticism and Jeff Buckley’s zeal and Nick Drake’s disenchantment, and is still eating while you read this bio. They are also a fierce advocate for mental health awareness, which comes out in the deeply personal, introspective theater of their music. ... more
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