1. |
Notes on Disease
03:17
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It’s been a long time coming
I feel awake
It’s been a long time coming
I feel awake
Subtle greys
Winter’s whispering
Blurring by and passing with trees
Making sounds
Notes untangible
Touching all
That’s tactile in me
You’re a child, love,
Hallelujah!
You’re a child of my own
It took a life-time living
Breath to awake
It took a life-time living
Breath to awake
Fear to feel
Racing cavity
Files full of notes on disease
Here it is
My perfect antidote
Freezing all
Connection in me
Why oh why God,
where’s my healing?
Aren’t I made to be free?
I’m a child God, full of longing,
Where’s the balm that I need?
Ba da da Ba da da Ba da da Daaaa
Ba da da Ba da da Ba da da Daaaa
Ba da da Ba da da Ba da da Daaaa
Ba da da Ba da da Ba da da
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2. |
Calvary Baptist
03:24
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She--- was raised
Off the wealth of her father
On his German estate
Where she stayed
Bootleg --- whiskey
When he tried to stop its sugar
He was shot in the street
And she grieved
Everyone in that Cherokee town had heard of tales of his fame
He had a church and a park, a train, and planted trees in his name
He was your daddy, child
They killed your daddy, child
You always needed your daddy
She gave – her life in
Service of his church, the poor, and the Lord
And she did
Violin --- Piano
In a house filled with music why’d you make it so cold?
You gave your children your shame of your wealth and your grief for the poor.
In washing color from your husband’s life you drove that man out the door.
You pushed their daddy, child
They lost their daddy, child
They always needed their daddy.
Your children said you loved God too much to have love left for them.
Could it be that this love of God was the way you chose to grieve?
So you gave the days of your life to the church of your dead daddy.
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3. |
Open It Up
03:27
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Open it up
Notes kept in a cigarette box
Open it up
Notes kept in a cigarette box
Full of you
Full of me
Our sweet love
Our burning grief
To this we gave our lives
I was the sun you were the moonlight
Opened my house and took you inside
I showed you everything I had to find
Once real and now a place in time
Call on the line
Whispers from a different time
Call on the line
Whispers from a different time
You wash your face
I brush my teeth
I held you hands then
You washed my feet
And then we were undone
I laid with you in the moonlight
The grass the night it was all entwined
I asked you then if you could have my life
Then realized that it had to die
oh-ew-ohs….
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4. |
It's Not Me
05:37
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it's been a while
since the whisper went away
no planned exchangin'
just a slipped in sort of trade
and the things i loved
they fell into the sea
and i watched them sink
and dissolve in front of me
it's not me, it's not me
i kept my coins inside a wishing well
and they went and drifted to the sea
it's not me, it's not me
i went to go and find the treasure chest
but i couldn't lift it from the sea
it's been some time now
i stopped tryin' for the trade
what went missing
well i let it go away
i had kicked down to
my deepest sea
then i swam for air
and shore ahead of me
it's not me, it's not me
i kept my coins inside a wishing well
and they went and drifted to the sea
it's not me, it's not me
i went to go and find the treasure chest
but i couldn't lift it from the sea
the stringed things that bind and tie
a little blanket for denial
a little basket for the orphan child
that swings and glides
here's a poem here's the facts
ride a current high and after that
spread your body on the ground
and let your weight just shift around
you've got your pillows for your rest
carved your marking on your family crest
make a wish and cast the line
it's not me, it's not me, it's not me,
that drifts into the sea
it's not me, it's not me, it's not me,
that drifts in to the sea... the sea.
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5. |
Clear a Place
05:15
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Clear a place
Pave a space
Stack the bricks
Add government
It was just a mass back then
Then the continents began forming
Making channels and these wet divides
That the men began exploring
They found worlds brand new to their eyes
So exotic and alluring
Was it a clean slate?
And a safe place?
In that murky home
All wet and warm
You were just a fetus then
Your brain was just a forming
Did you have a spirit then?
A composition made for yearning?
Your neurons are much sharper now
From all your constructs and absorbing
And now it’s time to…
Clear the way
Gain a place
Build a house
Grow your wealth
you’re livin on a plotted street
8 to 6 and drive back home again
dinner at your neighbors’ house
and the lawn you keep on mowin
it was a canvas it is painted now
this is the picture that you live with in
cleared away
free of space
nothingness
no one
was it waters or a spec back then
when life began it’s forming?
Combustion or the stillest sound?
Evolving or the talking?
These colored lines were made on which
You are now a walking
A way was paved
Space was made
On a grid
Of life and death
A to b
B to c
Plotted paths
Of life and death
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6. |
Here I Go Again
05:55
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I would have kissed you in the sunlight
Under an oak tree
Under a sleepy sky
You would have help me in the evening
Under the lamp light
While I lay reading
But you got what you planned for
A little love, an open door
And I got what I asked for
A little love, a shifting floor
Here I go again
I’ve gone and lost another friend again
I’ve gone and dirtied up that sleeve again
Seems I’m here again
Seems I’ve gone and took the lead again
I’ve gone and dirtied up that sleeve again
How has this Sunday come so quickly?
My future’s past
It blew right through me
I’m spinning circles in the mud, now
My turning mind
My furrowed brow
But I got what was planned for
A human life, of love and war
And I got what I made for
My human life, of open doors
Here I go again
I’ve gone and passed another week again
I’ve gone and dirtied up that sleeve again
Seems I’m here again
I’ve started fighting in a war again
I’ve gone and dirtied up that sleeve again
You had your voice you had your spirit then
You had your mind, you had your will, you had your spirit then
And you know this still
repeat
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Celeste Krishna & Monarchs Birmingham, Alabama
Celeste Krishna is a Southern expressionist music artist, songwriter, and producer originally from Birmingham, Alabama, who is now based in Brooklyn, New York. With an ensemble of musicians she calls “Monarchs,” Celeste creates a range of poetic songs that have musical notes of Van Morrison, Lauryn Hill, and Björk. ... more
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