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What Gardens Will Grow
03:44
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shelter in place
as the world it stalls its race
starts in the ground
take root in what time abounds
self isolation
is a soft comforted pain
looking glasses glow all around
help guard against the sting
warmth in the air
begs you to come out
from the frigid mindscape
haunted by doubt
as sickness proliferates
awakening inherent strains
how viral, this disconnect
shines light on broken ways
what gardens will grow
in these times uncertain show
what harvest will come
of what we bore alone?
what mournful celebrations
will come our way
when finally we gather
to seize the day.
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2. |
Dear Kitten
03:09
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oh my dear kitten
the reaper is calling
oh dear, youve been a friend
in the moments of my falling
your whiskers tickled joy
on my broken heart and
with your speckled eyes
youve seen my growing
oh my dear kitten
youve grown old to bones and
your struggles breathing
have my heart crumbling
rest is meant for the golden
and your gold is shining
a part of me, youll everlast
in a deep love thats binding
a simple creature made of love
meant for adoring
your restful sleep will long outlast
my own mourning.
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3. |
Hearts Silver Lining
02:13
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the darkness in your mind
feels like crashing waves
battling the shadows
of your dismay
trying times, they spur
demonology
dark magic feeds on
your uncertainty
but inside us all
is a silver light
in the bonded strength of
our hearts lining
the brightness in your heart
can dim by fears design
it can flicker tear a part
bitter and maligned
as these trying times spur
misanthropy
inspired by
demagoguery
but inside us all
is a silver light
a bonding strength
of our hearts lining.
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in the land of the free
we are all placated peasants
afforded the peace of mind
as a privilege
our struggles can be meager and minor,
sheltered from damage
as the powers that be
keep clandestine and manage
though we are still miserable
our lives are not rubble
the stressors inside of us
are spun out illusions
endoctrinated desires of
innoculated masses
for fame and for status
& commercial consumption
so tragic
we suffer for a life
we deem romantic
and we are miserable
with myths unstable
I have grown up bitter
and I have chose to be sweet
to resist all the forces
that would like to paint my heart weak
I am sweet in my anger
and sweet in my rage
its my strength, see?
I am not broken or yielding
my warmth can be searing
though I can be miserable,
it is resistable
the political nature of my own affect is daunting
perscriptions abounding
pathologization is haunting
it stabs at my gender
but cant pin it down
its beyond rating
and the forces of history and social control
tug my heartstrings
and it is miserable
internalized trouble
I can grow militant
in the ways im a lover
with the passion of war
I have chose to be tender
in defense of autonomy
in defense of our right
to make shelter
against the tyranny
of the dominant order
cause we dont have to be miserable
if we hold on to the struggle
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5. |
Believe Me
02:12
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theres symbols in the venture
bells toll resound and ring
theres meaning in the footsteps
that take us toward everything
believe me as i walk away
as footsteps burn as sage
theres magic in the journey
deep loss on the trails
retracing paths of fury
a journey off the rails
believe me its not destiny
its manifested greed
monuments in the valley
sandstone in sillhouette
redwoods in the soil with
deep roots in tangled webs
believe me when i say
to the depths of dirt i pray
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6. |
Whirlwinds of Fall
02:52
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whirlwiinds
of fall are comin'
drizzle
settles in the dust
as leaves fall
and dreams waken
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were not alone in being lonely
the simple desire for some hands to hold me
is embedded in such complexity
that makes love seem like an impossibility
its high time I let it all go
and what do I want?
Most times its hard to know
something more than a show
more than a creature comfort
and more than a home
I have all these drives
and theyre driving me crazy
and im gaslit by
a culture that makes it look easy
but I know its not for me-
these narratives im handed
are all tragedies
its high time I let it all go
these excess feelings that seem
no use to no one
but what do you say
and how do you be done?
When you wake up every day
with your mind and heart on the run
I come from a broken home
of shattered illusions
of love and forever
which left me in confusion
cause love it looked like pain
and a pitiful game
of traumatic abuses
committed in its name
but its high time i let it all go
the past is not the future
and the future is what i make up
as i go
the burdens i carry alone
theyre haunting but i can
excorsize their lows
and i dont even know
if its love or its sex
this drive for somebody
to like me the best
and they say love is blind
and that might explain why
why i feel so in the dark
of whats most simple and plain
its high time i let it all go
as life will unravel and since
some mysteries solve on their own
love is whats in control
may as well just sit back n see feelings roam
cause were not alone in being lonely
with our simple desire for some hands to hold us
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8. |
Down By
03:40
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down by the willow tree
its bark it peals like lead
its medicine it grows so free
its sadness is for the dead
it weeps for the willing
it grows around the bones
its leaves they fall in the chilling breeze
as its grounded in its home
it weeps into earth
like a timeless burning hearth
down by the old oak tree
theres a secret in its gaul
its pigment awaits awakening
by a steward to a-haul
(alt lyric:and if you listen carefully
you can hear the secrets of it all)
the oak it knows so many years
its been lonesome in its wait
its silence has not found ears
though it cares not the state
of a world oh so young,
whos learning still where its from
down by the compost heap
theres life and worms in graves
that eat our lonesomest of remains
of which we could not, from our table, to save
we dig for rebirth
in what we have to save
we toil in the gardens
we make friends with what came before
with our hearts yet to harden
our most fertile soil to bore
we dig for rebirth
to sustain and heal our worth
and down by the crossroads
of the convenient store
theres something in the back your mind
of what youre craving for
at first it seems but a sip
of a tonic for calming down
but perhaps its disconnect
from this world you spin around
a drink of bitter ferment
from a soil thats pained to forget
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9. |
Instrumental Wawa
03:05
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pride in the ground
somber souls are haunted
with breaths in these sounds
are anscestor’s unwanted
disappointments of dogma
a heritage of neglect and shame
im an american, branded in gentry
burdened with a love of this country
tattered, torn, and struggling
its land bordered and ravaged
with people caught in between
I will not stand united under tyranny
the state and this land
are not one to me
this pride is vanity,
illusions of grandeur
& mob mentality
pride in the ground
I am no mans patriot
with breaths in these sounds
I exhale defiant
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11. |
Forsaken by Faith
01:25
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forsaken by fail
and shattered peace of mind
the cage it rattles
the winds they begin to chime
what trickles down
is a hope that runs dry
roots in the soil
hardened by time
we reach for the wells
in the depths of our minds
with a thirst for the core
and to kiss the sublime
you got to fight for health
you got to fight for life
you got to fight for will
and choice to make things right
to break the shallows of
our cultural divide
to drink of the wells
eachother provides
from the ground that we stand
in the higher sun that shines
despite all the forces
of shackles n lies
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12. |
What Will Become of US
01:44
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summer it boils with heat and pandemic
a cesspool of mistrust and lies so dynamic
whats real is the fear and forboding so tragic
were all rattled to the core feeling lost and phelagic
striving for a unity we never really had
thirsting for a healing of the disconnect that makes us all
bad greedy suckers and fragile egoists
puppeted by doctrines of selfish complacency
fuelled by a logic of defensive projection
that makes alien our friends
and deflects from connection
and what will come, what will come, what will come of us
some pray to the heavens and stars up above us
but some dont have faith and, oh god, i dont blame them
cause that requires hope in a world so in bedlem
but time carries on whether hopeful or jaded
and the world moves around you whether you love it or hate it
and autumn will come with either free will or fated
outcomes that lack liberty and liberation
oh what will come what will come what will come of us
(x2)
oh what will come what will come what will come of the US....A....
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the message in the bottle can be hollow
a fluid venture to emptiness and sorrow
its clarity can sometimes be a folly
as we drink our thoughts to the wayside of our body
its contents can sometimes cause ignition
an involuntary slur of a diction
a temporary possession of a spirit
that lingers on the breath,
oh can you hear it?
a childlike wonder
in the belly
a boyant phase
of jubilee
in the heart
the fear inside
muted in the ears
for now entrapped
a respite from the years.
the message in the bottle can be a portal
entheogenic, and immortal
the timelessness of a feeling
a window that can allow for a healing
this medicine can also be a poison
that makes you lost in its ocean
until you find yourself upon its shoreline
washed up, discovered in burning sunshine
the bottle can sink you into a splendor
a crucible of glass in the dark.
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14. |
Sweet as Candy
04:13
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its as cold as the sidewalk is frosty
you can see your breath in the cold morning striding
your sweater is as warm as a snuggle
your hands in a pocketed fist
a feeling sweet as candy
a smile fill of whist
a moment held embodied
a memory of somebody missed
the sun is shining on some ice thats refracting
if you squint your eyes you can see the halo
you pause for a moment and marvel
on the illusions in the cold
a sight as sweet as candy
your eyes begin to mist
a moment held embodied
a memory of a skiss
you move at a pace that reminds you of a rhythm
a slow song you almost forgot
your heartbeat reminds you of the melody
the words recalled with a hum
a sound as sweet as candy
a voice rings quiet and crisp
a moment held embodied
a memory a song assists.
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Minor Cat Cottage Grove, Oregon
Currently based in Cottage Grove, Oregon Minor Cat is a DIY music project by compulsive songwriter and experimental enthusiast Mary Love.
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