1. |
First Rays
01:05
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2. |
Annie on the Coast
05:30
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on the coast of Texas
between Mobile and Galveston
sandy gardens overgrown
at the hacienda
grown in the shape of a rose
often a woman walks there
in the garden all alone
we pass upon the lime treed road
and passing on the lime treed road
we look at each other
(we are both one great rose)
since this woman is religious
her clothes have no button holes
two buttons are missing from my coat
we have the same religion
(which is one great rose)
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3. |
Ancient Mammoth
05:15
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Ancient Mammoth
remain aloft
let not
thy eyelids drop
though heavy
let me keep
the movement steady
the footprints deep
like roots that grow
through rock and ice
and growing warmer
with ancient voice
whose ringing out
melts blocks of ice
and melting dispels sleep
you don't need food
to preserve yourself
you don’t need oxygen
you don't need wealth
you don't need gold
you don’t need shells
you just need health
you just need health
and calcium
to fill the holes
and turn to stone
what once had soul
ancient mammoth!
fossil bird
record player
Pleistocene words
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4. |
Echonoline
03:42
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Drawing a line from an echo,
I knew it wasn't mine, but it
was my ardent hope that I
might find its owner,
that I might know where
you come from.
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5. |
Snow Song
04:56
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6. |
Tennis Bat
04:36
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there she goes
she's playing tennis again
with her bros
from her band
she's got the clothes
her apron is made out of the sun
and everything
is in her command
and we're all watching
and we're all waiting
and we're all hoping
because we all love you
she changes squares
her leg grows long as an elephant
she's up in front
and slows down time
and when it comes
its like its hitting the sun
a yellow bat with wings
slowly starts its curved curved climb
and we're all watching
and we're all waiting
and we're all hoping
because we all love you
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7. |
Uncle Stranger
04:52
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8. |
Chameleon Body
04:15
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the fields the fields are cold
the fields are cold and rainy
all cats all cats are gray
all cats are gray and grainy
and my eyes are sort of blurry
in my ears a flurry-ing
from the snow-topped windy moor
I don't want to be a bore
but I wrote you something:
"your frantic worrying…
since we last spoke
I grew a second skin
and it changes color in sunlight
just like a chameleon.
And I am working on making recordings
of the sun inside the glass
beside my bedside
by the sea
where I don't live, you see?"
No, you don't see.
No you can't see.
You can't see me.
Dressed up as the field
I lay back into the field
and feel the sunlight
on my face
like a razor
cutting lace
it was sometime before last night
we were crossing the woods in a
sudden fright
when a women with wooden arms
raised a basket of dry leaves
in a sign of alarm
but you didn't see.
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9. |
Thumbprint
03:01
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Core of the Coalman UK
Sound Artist, Noise Fanatic, Amp Worshiper,
Environmental Experimentalist, Music
Composer:
(installations and ensembles or soloists
(with or without electronics [and/or computers])
Experimentalist exploring spatial listening, phenomenologies of temporality, and interaction with information and instruments in everyday life and dreams.
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