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The Fire In Cairo
06:18
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The Fire in Cairo
The later it gets
the longer it takes
our shadows grow long
an open-handed wanderer
basks in golden glory
of the Sun
Awash in the ebb and flow
creeping tides of the mind
Wave upon rising wave
Grins, wild eyed
my brother afar, aglow
Through a tower of flame,
I see him
As more beast than man,
I see him
At the forest's edge,
I see him
Under the glimmering hunter's belt
we ride
Aloft, he holds the wheel
stout stave of victory
Hot embers are stoked
of our shared blood memory
They walk among us now
as large as mountains
at the height of the clouds
pleased with our offerings
Their gift is of knowing
knowing, who we once were
knowing, who we are now
With a roar, I'm reborn
Hold fast thy staff
the torch is passed
Hold fast thy staff
Burn...
for as long as it lasts
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What if we burn down the green?
If we burn down green county now
Our heads will have bounty’s like crowns
Hunted by Blood thirsty hounds
We shot down the barrel
Drained the land of its marrow
If we burn down green county now
Our heads will have bounty’s like crowns
Hunted by Blood thirsty hounds
A raging fire started in Cairo
Melting history and tomorrow
Gotta straighten up and walk the narrow
A raging fire started in Cairo
Melting history and tomorrow
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3. |
Grab A Staff
04:27
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Grab a staff
Tomorrow it’s going to rain very hard
This overgrown cabins going to make it hard
travel, feast, walk acres of forgotten land
It’s wild here, this trips gotten out of hand
How long can we hold onto our fellowship
and the barrels brand
committed to the task at hand
To save one another.
from the stories of boughten land
And the end of this clan
Stoke the teapot.
Pick up a staff
and just ride the barrel to futures past
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4. |
Sporelord
07:28
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Spore-lord
Opening of the gills
a storm of spore rains down
the filament's web to spread
in earthen womb, fertile ground
Far and wide is its net cast
from moist decay this brains grows
connections made, node to node
signals on to the next host
Eternal though ephemeral
fleshy tusks are shot forth
eternal though ephemeral
Caught by the hunter's eye
in pursuit of forest bounty
each stake their claim
and set a date, self-mastery
With shriveled grey-blue skin
as a mantle piece it looms
for he who eats of it
shall be he who it consumes
Eternal though ephemeral
fleshy tusks are shot forth
eternal though ephemeral
now let it ride, take its course!
Rising as fast as the sun sets
he sips from the horn of wisdom
o' such maddening joys
yet still a weighted burden
Work on through it,
if you can
Weary but upright,
staff in hand
Now let it ride,
take its course
All the way,
to its source
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Barrel Raga
09:10
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We offer ourselves to the moon
We offer ourselves to the moon…
And she surrendered herself for that one night….
The most intimate victory each man should know…
And she came with a price…
She Melted swords…
She Burned all the fields…
And we had to run…
Run far….Run fast…
Away from the trees…
That we called home…
And then we found water…
And put her out like a comet hitting the Ocean…
Which ossified our minds…
And finally…
We all returned to space with her…
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7. |
Strong Road
02:56
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Strong Road
Goddess Moon!
The sound of glass flowing like water through a steel tube..
That’s the sound of wood burning floats high into the night sky
Great cosmos!
The sound of glass flowing like water through a steel tube..
That’s the sound of wood burning floats high into the night sky
Oh to be there with her on Strong Road.
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The Giant Huntsman
05:42
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The giant huntsman.
Orions dagger orbits our headspace.
Reminder of battle that rewards the grandest feast.
Tighten these belts.
Tighten three notches.
Hunt or be hunted.
No glory in defeat.
Traveling timelessly through waves.
Seeing one another as not Men, but staves.
A heroic dose to invoke ancient ways.
Now we bloom. Bearing gills filled with fumes. and truths.
I’ve heard the only way out is through.
Nothing leaving this place without wounds.
Scared by lessons that mystery doesn’t easily let loose.
Prepare the altar, this journey brings clouds, hard rain, and wind.
The path is fogbound.
Unclear, uncertain.
Like any first step into the unknown.
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The Staffsmen Cornwallville, New York
The Barrel of Brotherhood
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