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[Hello]
00:10
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2. |
Marry In The Flame
04:00
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the plains aflame with spring are purified to ash
the same refrain we sing for every year that comes to pass
when everything we are
erased, sprays to the stars
bouquets transmuted by the change that overcame.
when you and i now gaze into each other's eyes
the pain of transformation burns that inner fire brighter
and everything we are
expires through the heart
and we both come apart to marry in the flame again.
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3. |
Underground River
07:12
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you shimmering heat
you morning dew
i have to quiet so far down to hear you.
your yearning voice, whispering
carries away the louder sounds i'm used to.
i'm a rounded stone in a trickling stream
a glowing coal enwombed in ashy bedding.
erode away my name and face
my time and space to deeper places than i've given you.
relax your gates
my love awaits
to fold into your quiet depths and patient truths
to couple with the subtle grace that lives through you.
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4. |
[My Spiel]
01:13
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in the moment before acting lies a void
where every future gleams, reflecting every other
each potential a uniquely blooming world.
in the space between two thoughts, when every other instant pours
expanding now into infinity
and every possibility unfurls
how do you choose your next life?
it may seem your heart has stopped between two beats;
it's not the universe that ended
but that you're already dead
remembering everything at once
and seeing past the limits of your head.
in the seconds it will take to drain
the oxygen from your exquisite brain
a few mere seconds, all your life replays, a shimmering refrain.
this is just the fireworks of dying neurons firing.
you are slipping from the grip of that which kept you in the slow procession.
now your feathered eyelids open to behold the whole terrain.
how do you choose your next life?
it may seem your heart has stopped between two beats;
it's not the universe that ended
but that you're already dead
remembering everything at once
and seeing past the limits of your head.
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6. |
[Autonomy]
01:25
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7. |
Autonomous Zone
04:24
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you never said that it could be replaced.
i never knew that we could be erased
and you're on your own.
but if the sentence is a way to waste
a living allegory in its place
can we ever know?
there is a vision of the samothrace
they kept me here to help eliminate
the autonomous.
i never needed any hesitation
everything is in its way the same
as it ever was.
and it's okay, it's okay.
but when we never gave a hand a cage
we very nearly set the walls aflame
and it's all you know.
i didn't think that it would be a phase
that everybody kept their wings displayed
and we all go home.
and it's okay, it's okay.
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8. |
[Coarse-Graining]
00:55
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9. |
Seeing Like A State
04:52
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i dug my nails in your arm
no blood but they left a mark
you came to no harm
but i still have the scars.
you hit me first but complained
and landed me in suspension
because illegible pains
rarely merit attention.
and now the lessons endure
although the song doesn't change.
you're measured or you're ignored
an indefensible claim.
and everyone in between
invisible or unseen.
we optimize our machines
with only what we perceive.
these metaphors hide crucial depth
but it's our lot to live with it
our egregores cannot protect
the small and large they can't detect
when they're seeing like a state.
they say they squeaky wheel's greased
campaigns get people released
but when they're no one around
then that tree don't hit the ground
and history's written by victors
and evidence is suppressed
unless it registers richters
expect it lost like the rest.
the integers rule common math
but reals are far the larger set
your algebra cannot contain
the novelty we generate
when you're seeing like a state.
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10. |
[My Daughter]
00:52
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she's the bun on a run.
she's the bun chunna runk.
she's the duchess bunnachunk it's true.
she went and pet a chicken.
baby mind blown then you know she's the sweet baby goo.
so the bun rode a train.
didn't have to explain that bun on a train on the track.
then the sweet baby goo, what else did she do?
ate guac, that is true, smack smack.
ada, ada, baby goo, i love you.
then the bun comes home and she smiles at the phone
and a lullaby bump for you.
aand then a sweet ada tater
baby ada dream about a gator
hey potato face, sweet blue.
is it a bird or a plane or a helicopter, mang?
it's the moon, it's le lune, es la luna.
but that sweet bun such a good kid, what what
konk kong, nose, kiss, i love you.
ada, ada, baby goo, i love you.
she has a mom that i love.
she's a hawk, i'm a dove, though sometimes that's not true.
but we both love to snug.
cuddle that baby bug.
back it up, rub my butt on you.
ada, ada, baby goo, i love you.
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12. |
[Be The Fog Machine]
00:46
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13. |
Whispering At Night
06:16
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you never came when I called.
you never talked to the doll.
you never saw me at all.
i fated both of us hastily.
you knew the taste, we'd
never go missing.
but all i see is eyes and why.
i only see the sky for flies and light.
you only recognize.
i said let's play chess.
you said you digress.
we met with a wall.
i wasn't nine at the time.
you were so fine
and right with it all.
but all we need is wine and i
will very likely write the sigh.
i heard you whispering at night.
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14. |
[One More Song]
00:30
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15. |
Life Finds A Way
03:51
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in the pouring rain
from forgotten ages
switching given sexes
through electric fences
long extinct but here
smarter than we feared
dodging categories
towering four stories.
life breaks free.
life expands to new territories.
painfully, even dangerously,
but life finds a way.
climbing out of minds
into books and films and toys and rides
shaping generations
realer than imagination
fiction true as fact
chicken teeth are back
so be careful what you wish for
hope you wanna die by dinosaur.
life breaks free.
life expands to new territories.
painfully, even dangerously,
but life finds a way.
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Michael Garfield Santa Fe, New Mexico
Singer-songwriter, avant-guitarist, and live electronic producer all at once, Michael's dynamic live shows and intricate albums takes listeners on emotional trips spanning folk tradition and the avant-garde.
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