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Island and the Sea
04:03
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The Island and the Sea
who are we? We are nothing
there is only an island
surrounded by a beautiful sea
And in this sea and on this small land
you have it all
why would you need
why would you need
anyone at all?
the sea curls
crests of luminescent blue
crashes of white, monsters of grey
thunder, wind and nothing at all
you have caught me on a line
the hook tears my flesh
and I could be something
currents that guide the castoff home
who am I? I am nothing
I am only an island
surrounded by a beautiful sea
and in this sea and on this small land
why would you need?
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2. |
Wandering Man
03:25
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I am a wandering man
wading through water
waist deep, wading through sand
I am a wandering man
with a broken down soul
drawing through water a penless hand
and I've never seen such angry nights
burning fires of twilight
burning fires every time
doused by the crying night
I am a concentrating man
looking for everything to avoid who I am
I am a concentrating man
using my feet to avoid looking at the cracks in my hands
and I've never seen such angry nights
burning fires of twiligh
t
burning fires every time
doused by the crying night
I am a hurting hunting man
armed with nothing
waiting on the sound of a water boiling pan
I am a hurting hunting man
pulling water from a pail to wash away as much as I can
and I've never seen such angry nights
burning fires of twilight
burning fires every time
doused by the crying night
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3. |
The Glow
03:33
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my horizon is ever changing
it is the sky’s ceiling
and the doorway to an infinite sea
and we have a doorway too
and footprints that stretch across the sky
I once paddled through the stars
in a lonely northern boat
and capsizing I did fear
but with you I believe I could
walk through the starkness of space
and feel my feet warmed by the glow
oh the glow
and feel my feet warmed by the glow
of distant stars
there’s a tenderness in your breathing
and it slows the count of minutes
and our lungs find company
in matching rhythms
and the ocean counts the time in the washing away of tides
and mountains count the time in landslides
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4. |
God River Waltz
03:54
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you were an ocean that I tried to cross
I was a desert where we both got lost for a lifetime
we broke apart like a cliff after winter
there ain’t no ice to keep us a mountain no more
the river has a voice like a sweet mandolin
she sounds like a bird that has two broken wings
there ain’t nowhere she’ll go
there ain’t no place that I’ll go that the shoreline don’t know
you were an ocean, I was a desert
you were an ocean I tried to cross
God is a twisted and weathered pine
we cut its branches and built us a fire that gave no warmth at all
gave no warmth at all
the wood was the green of a northern river
we poured gasoline on this life and burnt it to ash
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5. |
Spring
04:10
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the darkness fell with the fading sun
winter stole our water, left us with none
now we are keeping the rocks company
the ice in the inlet is all broken up
and it sounded a lot like all of those cups
that you broke while you were trying to find yourself
spring is here
spring is here
the papers piled up like the buildings of books
that we tried to consume, hung our hats on their hooks
and now we are floating on boats built of words
our minds travelled places our feet longed to go
our hearts crafted words that our hands longed to sew
apprentices have to know how to feel alone
my heart is packed up like the bags that I've got
my eyes are set forward on a far away spot
that i found on a map that is torn along the folds
my wings fly tomorrow built strongly of steel
my lungs draw in breaths that design how I feel
I hope that it won't be so hard to be alone
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6. |
Winterkill
03:23
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there is a forest
there is a lake
there is a silence
I don’t know how to take
you were my best friend
you were my guide
I pushed you too hard
I led with my pride
winterkill, it’s gonna be a bad year
winterkill, it’s gonna be a bad year
winterkill, it’s gonna be
It’s gonna be
winter is coming
with no summer thaw
our mouths were frozen
we said nothing at all
maybe I’m jealous
maybe your mad
I want to get back
the things that kids have
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7. |
No One But Thee
03:54
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Excerpt from a Baha’i Prayer
oh my god
there is no one but thee
to allay the anguish of my soul
thou art my highest aspiration
oh my god
oh my god
my heart is wedded to none save thee
and such as thou dost love
I solemnly declare
my life and death are both
for thee
they are for you
they are for you
for you
oh my god
there is no one but thee
to allay the anguish of my soul
thou art my highest aspiration
oh my god
oh my god
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8. |
Magnetic North
02:58
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through my paces in exile
I see you wear the stripes of a polar wanderer
you wear deception of magnetic north
where patience is life and its the reveal of certain death
how many years will my lungs breath in
every breath in the shape of your name
and how many lakes will I drown in
until I find the shoals that I know done gone and sunk us all
what kind of wanderer is not a drowning man
what kind of exile has not a wounded soul
what kind of life is always fleeing someone or something
I want to find some place that feels like a home
I thought I had someplace that felt like a home
how many landscapes will my body memorize
incase you want to take me back
how many lives will you jump ship until you recognize
that you’re a lonely and broken man
through my paces in exile
I see you wear the stripes of a polar wanderer
you wear deception of magnetic north
where patience is life and its the reveal of certain death
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9. |
The King and I
05:01
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the King and I
set foot in God's land
and witnessed the power of mountains shifting
and the tremble of men praying
you ain't seen nothing
cause I ain’t been nothing yet
hunters are always seeking
and seekers sometimes find God
we found pockets of storm clouds on Himalayan roads
we drove there under the duress of love
we were saved by something bigger than you and I
we were saved by separation
we were paired like the skyline and the sea
and when the tempest moved on
all that was left was a great space in-between
you ain't seen nothing
cause I ain't been nothing yet
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10. |
L'ouragan
02:53
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la voix des femmes est enrouée depuis des siècles
chuchotements constants et silencieux
de mille tendresses et de résistance
parfois amer
parfois doux
parfois le vent d'un ouragan
on est la flamme dans le poêle à bois,
on chante et brûle dans le même souffle
nous les femmes sont le genévrier
toujours aigri
toujours belles
de mille tendresses et de résistance
la vallée est une gorge qui canalise le vent en mots
chuchotement constants
de mille tendresses et de résistance
parfois amer
parfois doux
toujours le vent de volonté
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11. |
Dreamer's Sea
04:51
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if I walked myself down this road
it was for something
the storm is finally blowing in
long after I choked on the dust
the red air turned into red mud
left stains on my feet and in my lungs
when I close my eyes
oh the things I see
I am finally breaking
along the cracks this country wore in me
the damage
the darkness
of drowning in a dreamers sea
there is a demon that lives inside of me
and pulls me down into heaviness
and here I am under the rubble of the avalanche
caused by the slow erosion that I let go for too long
and now I need to dig myself up
to the light of day
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Calla Kinglit Whitehorse, Yukon
Calla Kinglit is a songwriter who draws inspiration from the awe of wilderness and the human experience. She is recording her debut album comprised of songs written while living as a researcher in the Congo Basin in Cameroon, exploring the vast beauty of her home in Canada’s Yukon wilderness, manoeuvring landslides in the Himalayas, and contemplating the spiritual journey of one small being. ... more
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