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What Have I Forgotten?
04:02
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What have I forgotten?
What have I left behind?
What do I need to remember
That when I see it, I am blind?
Each day I build my castle
Each day I start it anew
We stand at the window
Looking out at our splendid view
What have we forgotten?
What have we left behind?
What do we need to remember
That when we see it, we are blind?
Each day is a memory
Stamped and recorded anew
We stand at the mirror
Gazing at our ancestral view
See the barge as it floats down the river in and out of Time
As the Light is changing are we enjoying the ride?
What should we remember?
What relics are there to see?
To unearth, like a treasure
A perpetual delicacy
Invention, truth or fantasy?
Delusion, reality?
I pick up my black mirror
To lay down the next puzzle piece
See the barge as it floats down the river
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2. |
Liminal
05:40
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Itās in the flickering lace of fire as itās snapping in the air
And the whispers of the feathered wings of a bird no longer there
Itās the white Moonflower and the tug that pulls your heart
Toward that first ecstatic kiss ā¦ āOh yes, oh yesā
Or as the light bleeds back into your opening eyes
Abolishing the dream from the view that lives outside ā¦
āOh yes, oh yesā
Stepping out onto the stairs that seem to lead nowhere
Reaching out for the hand that has not quite appeared
Do you run from the broken stairs like a vagabond on the road?
Or take hold of the unseen hand in the instant that you say:
āOh yes, oh yesā?
Itās all right here ā¦ and not yet there
Itās all right here ā¦ and not yet there
Itās in the delicate sound of silence as itās hanging in the air
While the answer that youāre waiting for to your question hovers there
Itās the inhalation, or the lifting of the bow
For that first resounding noteā¦ āOh yes, oh yesā
And as the dawn escapes the darkness of the night
Itās the deciding light for the moment born insideā¦ āOh yes, oh yesā
Stepping out onto the stairs that seem to lead nowhere
Reaching out for the hand that has not quite appeared
Do you run from the broken stairs like a vagabond on the road?
Or take hold of the unseen hand in the instant that you say:
āOh yes, oh yesā?
Itās all right here ā¦ and not yet there
Itās all right here ā¦ and not yet there
Itās all right here ā¦ and not yet there
Itās all right here ā¦ and not yet there
And not yet there ā¦ and not yet there
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3. |
Forgetting to Remember
04:44
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All you hushed ones who once lived to ride
On the scruff of your wild beast
Shouting in the zephyr from its tangled hide
A tantalized, seductive feast
Where now your masked soul is hunched and vague
Wailing in its twisted grove
Trying to break free from your hidden plague
With panting tongue and pacing hoof
Come round to stomping feet
Where hooves and soles of souls meet
Drop down to the ancient deep
Where all is lost within the beat
To forget ā¦ and remember
Before you took on all the fancy myths
Your puppet dancing on a string
Find your way back through the labyrinth
To Cerberusā familiar ring
Tear off your mask and unveil your face
Shining guileless and free
Wild shaman in shapeshifting grace
Surrender and release your beast
Come round to stomping feet
Where hooves and soles of souls meet
Drop down to the ancient deep
Where all is lost within the beat
To forget ā¦ and remember
For this moment, you are free
Let it all just simply be
An exchange ā¦ you and me
To remind you of the deep
Let it bloom for all to see
Come round to stomping feet
Where hooves and soles of souls meet
Drop down to the ancient deep
Where all is lost within the beat
To forget ā¦ and remember
To remember
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4. |
Beachcombing
06:18
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Homesick for a land
That Iāve never been to
Ancient and windswept
As I long for a long, forgotten home
Where curling vines pull down the walls of stone
The remnants of a realm unknown
Pulsing down in my bones
Combing the beach, curiosities in endless seas
Sifting the sands for the artifacts left behind in my hands
Look thereās an Adder stone
Lift it to one eye and peer into the other side
As you search for your long, forgotten home
Where tumbling tides of Time
Wash the sandy grains
Translucent sea glass jewels remain
Which mark your lost terrain
Combing the beach, curiosities in endless seas
Sifting the sands for the artifacts left behind in my hands
Beneath the foam swirling āround my feet
The lacy edge of a mystery
Oh how to dive down far into the fathomless
Where I cannot breathe
And float through kingdoms of majesty
While jousting beasts of antiquity
Who guard the finest trinkets buried underneath the briny deep
Underneath the briny deep
Combing the beach, curiosities in endless seas
Sifting the sands for the artifacts left behind in my hands
Combing the beach
Combing the deep
Combing the beach
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5. |
The Train
05:47
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I pull the rushes from the water
And fall backwards through the mist
Into a kiss, a white hot steam hiss
That saturates the air
And I see it there
So I spin away in wide circles
I spiral up and back again
Through paths and brooks
And ancient woods
I push aside a bush to see it once again
To see it once again
Standing, waiting quietly
With an empty seat thatās just for me
All aboard, get on The Train
And pay your fee again and again
Take your seat and close your eyes
Till the Red King says itās the end of the line
The days dissolve as the sun returns
On the arc carved by the moon
And through the mists I twirl and skip
But like a ghostly ship it sits
Waiting there for me
All aboard get on The Train
And pay your fee again and again
Take your seat and close your eyes
Till the Red King says itās the end of the line
Under the veil of darkest night
Beyond its sinister turnstile
The black iron horse incites me
To pull out my paints and brushes
And cloak it in hues of cerulean light
Cerulean light
By the diamond dawnās dew
I wearily climb back to my gardenās flowered rooms
And in the distance I hear the eerie cry
Of the whistle blows that permeate the sky
I know it waits there patiently
I hear it still but cannot see
Because my flights of fancy set me free
Set me free, set me free
Oooooh
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6. |
Fanciful
04:19
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Why not be fanciful?
And wear shoes of carpet on my feet
Or gossamer butterfly wings on my shoulders
Pearls and rhinestones āround my neck
As I pull weeds
I could deck a crown
Of lilacs and nasturtiums
On a pit bull
For a stroll down the boulevard in my jeans
Trimmed in fur and beads
Why not be fanciful?
And hang a chandelier from my tree
With curtains of velvet and pillows of satin
Inviting all the genius loci for some tea
Iāll regale them all with tales
Or perhaps an oratorio
To prepare for our promenade through the lilies
Skipping 1 - 2- 3
Why not be fanciful?
And paint a painting using leaves
Tulipifera, Salix fragilis, Acacia
Sprigs and stems and sticks and twigs
Dipped in green
Iāll hang it up for all to see
Under my Willow tree
Next to my swaying chandelier in the breeze
This special place and me
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7. |
Numina | Pythia
08:58
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Oleander leaves
Bay laurel trees
Apollo my king
And anointed in springs
By Kassotis ā
These were my things
If only I had known
The secrets I was shown
Were for none to see
Now here in my prison of stone
Atropos and her shears wait for me
Here alone, all alone
The moon and the stars above
Are my home
When I see you again
I wonāt feel so alone
So alone, all alone
The words just came to me:
ā73
Your downfall will beā
How could I not foresee
This happening to me?
And his cruelty?
Tomorrow I will be
A sight for all to see
As I climb my pyre
And from this prison of stone
I will be purified by fire
There alone, all alone
The moon and the stars above
Are my home
When I see you again
I wonāt feel so alone
So alone, all alone
Off into the skies I roam
Off into the stars I go
Up into the moon
Up into the moon
I go
Off into Time
Off into Time
I roam
Ooooo
I roam
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8. |
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Mmmm mmmm mmmm
That summerās day
Sitting quietly
Under the canopy
Wrestling something out from nothing
I randomly press āRocketās Tailā
And turn it up too loud
Look! Here comes a Blue Jay
Screaming at me in a tree
Darting and diving
Scrapping and crying
In excruciating disharmony
He shatters this moment
Into thousands and thousands
Of fractals and fractures
Of glistening shards and sparks
And from the broken shards
I pick out a fragment
While he screams at me
Over and over and over
And over and over and over
Calling in his conspirator
A cacophonous pas de deux
And bebop noise improvisation
Incessant and demanding
Up and down
Here and there
Bah doo dah
Boo doop
Bah doo dah
Boo doop
Bah doo dah
Boo doop
Bah doo dah boo dah dup
Boo doo dah dee
I look closely at my shard
A sparkling piece of Time
Glistening now in my hand
There is something here in nothing
It fills the air with its sound
I hear it all around
And itās when I start to write
āThat summerās dayā
That I notice the deafening stillness
And that the Jays have both
Flown away
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9. |
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Everywhere are echoes that show me who I am
Like this phone that whispers legends
And breathes tales right in my hand
Iām the hero, the champion
Living in this fictive land
Isnāt it fascinating
What I see is who I am?
Draw my face close to the mirror
Can I perceive me as they do?
Is the space between myself and them
An abyss to fall into?
Is there elixir, a potion
Which dissolves our boundaries?
Isnāt it fascinating
What you see when all recedes?
When I peer into the window
Of someone elseās home ā¦
And there, staring back at me
Is my own home of bones
Are we together here?
Or am I alone?
When the shades and the shadows
Spin you sideways upside
And the passageways and corridors
Twist and turn you all around
Might your mirror be
Your most solid ground?
Just look and see
Just look and see
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10. |
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Donāt let this moment go
Hold it safe in a place to grow
Inside us, outside of Time
Between us, our paths entwine
Treasure each drop that flows
This instant is everything we know
Inside us, outside of Time
Between us, our lives unwind
And I thank you for giving me
The most precious gift that I can receive
Our private cove on Timeās ceaseless sea
The sanctuary of you and me
Donāt let this moment go
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Nymphya San Francisco, California
Pass through the portal and let your imagination soar. NYMPHYA is a Cinematic Art Pop singer / songwriter whose music is a mix of Art Pop, Worldbeat, and Indie Rock. Transpersonal and unusual, her music transports the listener to mystical lands or a places of deep reflection. Your journey begins here. ... more
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