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Opulent Red
03:43
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[*Look! at how much light
Unlikely windows have shed
Into our bodies, all lined inside
With such an opulent red…*]
We know that given space
We would grow flowers right out of our mouths
And our blooming faces would make this place into a field
And can you imagine the richness that such a space would yield?
[*]
You’ve got beautiful bright lights in your head and
Luminous blood in the heart in your chest and
All that’s inside you is lined with velvet so
Open the window
Open the window, let the sunlight in
Your opulent red softness is no sin
What defines you has no skin
Has no skin.
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2. |
Clamour
03:51
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You come in / all shining / into the / kitchen and / I tell you / you’re too bright / you’re too bright
You’re too loud man, could you turn yourself down man?
It’s a clamorous world, this wireless age
For a woman at home in the silence of space
And the only one I ever take out my rage on is you
And I find myself sometimes holding my breath
In a chronic habitual tightness of chest and its blocking off the
Full flow of my love to you
You come in / all shining / into the / kitchen and / I tell you / you’re too bright / you’re too bright
You come streaming in through my kitchen window, do I tell you you’re too bright, you’re too bright?
You’re too hot, sun
Could you turn yourself off sun?
Clamorous world, could you take a step back baby?
SIlent space girl, needs to claim her voice back lately and the
Man and the Sun, are gonna keep on radiating and the
Quiet woman insists on still creating
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3. |
Stilts
04:37
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I was meant to live in a garden
But I’ve had to content myself with visiting them
How much more of this wandering,
Trying out different lives and pondering them until our children if they’re fond of them
Can live full time in a garden?
[*It’s the 21st Century
But before the end of corporatocracy
Just around about when we decided We were free*]
You were built to live on top of a hill
In a house swaying on stilts and still you’d like to be higher
But will you come down for me
And put your hands in the ground with me, so our children as they grow will see us meeting in the middle?
[*]
And our children might well want to live in the city
But if they dream of living under a great old tree
Promise me, that so it shall be
So it shall be.
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4. |
Skyholes
04:32
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All the holes in the fabric of the sky
Reveal endless stars to our eyes
All the holes in your own fabric
Make maps of your magic
Don’t you wanna just breathe?
Love is all there is, at least
All that there might be if we
Let ourselves be who we are
And weren’t afraid of being
Big bright stars, and being untamed
Or distant stars, as yet unnamed…
Don’t you wanna just breathe?
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5. |
Dreaming Woman (demo)
02:48
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I am a dreaming woman
Waking up
Opening my eyes inside
The only home I have now
The forest shack of a poet
The most honest house I know
You know I have been inspired to love
A thousand times
My heart is tired of beseeching eyes
So I crave the steady gaze of truth
With all of this joy as proof
That freedom is a precious dream
where our hearts stay open
and our minds are clean and we can
make an honest living.
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Anactoria Candelo, Australia
Maybe it was being born at the dawn of the 90s straight into the dead heart of low-income suburban Australia, or maybe not, but something caused Tamlyn Magee to become a constant turner-over of stones in search of lost meaning or unexpected delight. Her solo music project Anactoria is the natural extension of that tendency. ... more
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