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Bloomdays
03:15
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You know the days the days,
The days when you drink the sweat off the moonlight,
And how the room has changed,
The walls have their breathing,
How they breathe your words and silences
Yes, from the white light,
yes, from the white light,
Merge, swallow, belong, merge,
swallow a sense of being
Yes, from the white light, yes,
from the white light,
Merge, swallow, belong, merge,
swallow a sense of being
If you’ve travelled, travelled this far,
Twin eyes accompanying you,
The dew, the dew will tell you stories,
You will drive the day to its beautiful end
Yes, in the white light, yes,
in the white light,
Merge, swallow, belong, merge,
swallow a sense of being
Yes, in the white light, yes,
in the white light,
Merge, swallow, belong, merge,
swallow a sense of being
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2. |
Stellar White
04:44
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Farewell to this light,
Shadow touch inside.
These doors so unreal
Open on new lands.
Angel eyes, oh do bestow upon us
One last breath to fly us to stellar white.
So tired, so low,
Fallingly, falling.
Silky hands,
Lovingly.
Angel eyes, oh do bestow upon us
One last breath to fly us to stellar white.
Hear now every lost voice, so clear…
Many worlds in one soul,
Many souls ascending,
Glowingly holding
Leaves of dawn.
Vibrant steps will lead us there,
Vibrant breaths will free us,
Vibrant love will take us there,
Vibrant light will fly us...
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3. |
Delta
04:41
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Strange how we go through nights a-sleeping,
Through the glow and quiet
Turn the outside in
Strange we should cloud our minds
Paralyze our senses
In the hour of ghosts and angels
The mystery, the sole sound of the air
Passing through lungs and branches
A time to shed
The experienced skin
And learn to be exposed
Let it in, breathe it in,
Blow out your daily ashes, deadly sins and bitter tears,
Watch them vanish into thin air
Strange how we wake at daybreak
And live on embodied,
Unchilled, unbathed, unsilenced
By night’s unveiling
How much longer this build-up inside
Before it blows us up apart?
How much time left to shed
The experienced skin
And be silenced by night’s unveiling?
Let it in, breathe it in,
Blow out your daily ashes, deadly sins and bitter tears,
Watch them vanish into thin air
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4. |
Time Flies
02:21
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Find me where I flow,
in between seconds,
never frozen nor divided
Look for me
wherever others give up,
in an instant, endlessly
Fly with me
as you would
on the owl’s wing,
quietly surprised at the world
Become
what the flight may weave,
then become the flight
Become
what the flight may weave,
then become the flight
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Tout beau, tout doux, les joies d’enfance,
Le jour commence, il est à nous.
L’arbre sur nous étend sa branche,
La fleur se penche, tout beau, tout doux.
Pieds nus au jardin enchanté,
Nous savons, comme les enfants,
Heureux, simples et ignorants,
Tous les jeux de la liberté.
Tout beau, tout doux, dans l’innocence,
Le jour commence, il est à nous.
A nos genoux, la mer caresse
Notre tendresse, tout beau, tout doux.
Les années nous font voyager,
Courir de saison en saison
Et, quand vient l’âge de raison,
Voir dans nos yeux le ciel changer.
Tout beau, tout doux, le temps s’écoule,
Le vent, la houle, passent sur nous.
Au long du jour, le cœur bavarde
Sans prendre garde au mal d’amour.
Tout doux, tout beau, le cœur bien las
Se plaint tout bas, comme un oiseau.
Passent sur nous le vent, la houle,
La vie s’écoule, tout beau, tout doux.
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6. |
Riverrun
02:57
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At sunrise, a whisper
At sundown, a soft embrace
Brush away the sadness, wind through my hands,
Seize it now,
See it through.
I’ll stay here long as I can,
Bewildered at every drop of rain
Each and every sign shows me a place
Intimate, distant still…
A home so close to a heartbeat,
To a churchbell, to a moonbeam,
Like two hands,
Touching then parting.
In due time, in no time,
I’ll comprehend
This utmost secret plan.
When the days are over,
I’ll look around,
Step ahead
And touch your hand...
…my home, my heart, my fire,
my churchbell,
my moonbeam,
a landslide, a storm at sea,
and I’m gladly swept away,
again, along,
awhile, awake,
alive, aloved,
away
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7. |
Merciful
04:22
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Merciful
For no one else to know
Human closeness,
Sustain my survival
And shake the cold of death
And shake the cold of death
Our ambivalent minds
Ride a merciful sky
Never again to feel so close
As we leave here at last
And know we won’t be back
We long for such beauty
Human closeness,
Sustain my survival
And shake the cold of death
And shake the cold of death
Our despondent tears
Our resourceful minds
Our yearning red blood cells
All were once part of this
Uprooted
From urgent love
And desperate elation
Where do memories live?
Where do memories live?
‘Tis not mine, this grave,
This lonely grave
But theirs,
Their silent snow grave
Merciful
For no one else to tell
Merciful
For no one else to tell
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8. |
Selfless
02:19
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Evening sets in,
I face the mirror,
Tear the mask I wear,
Just a glimpse…
See this
The core of all things
Leaping out
Through nameless eyes
Who opened up the door?
Who opened up the door?
No answer…
I fall into the night
I fall into a night
Born of nothing
Except
Loneliness
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9. |
Interlude
02:44
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Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Let’s hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine
Who knows if it’s real
Or just something we’re both dreaming of?
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
Loving you
Is a world that’s strange
So much more than my heart can hold
Loving you
Makes the whole world change
Loving you, I could not grow old
No, nobody knows
When love will end
So till then, sweet friend...
Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Let’s hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine
Who knows if it’s real
Or just something were both dreaming of ?
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
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10. |
Kindred Spirits
03:23
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To lift a veil north of here,
Way up where light meets sea
Going soul-catching, soul-catching
Companion to the mind,
Grace me with apples and wine
Going soul-catching, soul-catching
Where time measures
The heart’s streams
Take my unsung pain
To realms of togetherness
Going soul-catching, soul-catching
Cathedrals in my chest, all burning
Juggle your knife real sweet,
Real sweet
Make it painless
Make it painless
Make it a painless kill.
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11. |
To A Friend
03:51
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"To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."
(William Blake, Auguries of Innocence)
Every ending holds a new beginning
(The first step a-given,
the next lends shape to freedom)
We tame our sorrow
with the changes of the light
or the stillness of the clouded moon.
Ripples of nightfall,
like a seamless shawl
on the dream, its dreamer
and the worlds within,
sing the sweet lie and the next embrace
(all music is solace, as indivisible as pain)
Willows dance slowly
through the thin haze of dawn,
little tears in the fabric of sleep
(In unmade beds
where you sleepwalk
between absence and faith,
know there is beauty
in what ties you
to the substance of faraway joys)
Believe the sun: it’s echoing
a promise of days (oh these promising days)
on us all, on the spirit of trees,
on the swift flowing river and stream
Luminescent dew guides our lazy steps
to the nowhere near, through the yes,
till the eyes of our eyes may awake
in a garden of paths unfolding
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12. |
Fragments
11:24
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Rien qu’un mot,
Rien qu’une prière,
Rien qu’un souffle d’air,
Rien qu’une preuve que tu vis encore
Et que tu attends.
Non, point de prière, rien qu’un souffle,
Pas même un souffle, rien qu’une présence,
Pas même une présence, rien qu’une pensée,
Pas même une pensée,
Rien que le calme du sommeil.
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Claire Delerue Paris, France
Claire Delerue is a composer, multi-instrumentalist and singer. Since her music studies, she has been on an eclectic musical journey through classical, Renaissance and baroque music as well as folk, rock, post-rock and avant-garde. She collaborates with visual and sound artist Ciprian-Florin Stancu. Together they have produced two albums: Fontanelle under the moniker Flora | Miles, and Lazy Days. ... more
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