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Akh
04:56
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(instrumental)
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Cicadic Cicatrice
05:08
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It’s the end of another cycle; cicadas come to ground,
They leave behind an earth wound where consciousness is found.
They rip their exoskeletons, and venture in the world
They sing and mate, disintegrate, and then stop being heard.
Cicadic organisms have their moment, then they die -
An atavistic visitation that lets their species thrive.
Each year they come, what kind of world _do they find,
And might they find a different place than their parents found last time?
Chorus: If our wounding is cyclic, we might stop to wonder why
We have to do it again and again until we die
And is the scarring essential to some great purpose in life
Or just the messy results of some metaphoric knife?
Euraclea recognized his master Odysseus by his wound.
Cicatrice is the fulcrum from which your heart strings are tuned.
Coriolanus displayed his wounds as sign of his service to Rome.
The scarification that makes one long for a heavenly home.
Cicatrice is the world’s wound, never wholly healed,
yet the meeting point where consciousness is revealed.
As Thomas recognized the Savior when he saw his wounded hands
so are we carriers of the cicatricic bands.
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Pandemic at the Disco
02:52
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And All That Is In It
04:07
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I saw a mighty angel coming down from heav’n,
a rainbow over his head.
Face like the sun, brighter than everyone,
His legs a fiery red.
His robe a cloud, he held a little scroll,
open in his hand.
Right foot on the seven seas,
his left foot on the land.
He gave a mighty shout like the roar of a lion,
And then spoke the thunders seven.
“Seal up what is said, and do not write it down.”
Thus said a voice from heaven.
Then the angel I’d seen standing on the sea,
Face shining like the sun
A foot on the land, he raised his right hand
And swore by the eternal one…
Chorus:
Who lives for evermore, made the heavens and all,
the earth and all that is in it.
“there will be no delay!” said the one who has made
the sea and all that is in it.
But when the seventh angel is to sound his trumpet,
the mystery will be accomplished,
just as he announced to his servants the prophets.
And all will be astonished.
Then the voice from heaven spoke to me once more:
“Take the scroll in the angel’s hand.”
So I asked for the scroll when I went to the angel,
who stands on the sea and the land.
He said, “Take it and eat. It turns your stomach sour,
but is like honey in your mouth.”
I ate the little scroll; it tasted sweet in my mouth,
but then it made my stomach sour.
Then I was told, “Prophesy again
about peoples, nations, and kings.”
Said the one who will bring every deed to be judged,
And every hidden thing.
Who lives for evermore, made the heavens and all,
the earth and all that is in it.
“there will be no delay!” said the one who has made
the sea and all that is in it.
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Apocalypse in 9/8
04:32
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With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
Dragons coming out of the sea,
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
Better not compromise.
It won't be easy.
666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
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Soft Apocalypse
04:51
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Once you get over their smell and the strangeness of their talk,
You find you can co-exist with zombies and the great unwashed.
It’s not the end of the world; your apocalypse is soft.
Like decomposition, they perform vital functions.
That the rest of us cannot or will not do.
They just want a better life and a place to wash their clothes
Zombies want the same as me and you.
Verse2: Though we may not like their hygiene, or the weirdness of their hair
You don’t have to hunt them down; you don’t have to put them in jail.
They want to care for their children (*) and for their elders when they’re frail
Like decomposition, they perform vital functions.
That the rest of us cannot or will not do.
They just want a better life and a place to powder their nose
Zombies want the same as me and you.
Maybe there is less water but still enough to go ‘round,
And maybe less land, less space but each has their own ground
You find your salvation comes from strangers who surround you.
Your apocalypse was soft, your fears were tragically unfounded.
You may not like their food or the funny way they dance
But we must try to help these victims of circumstance
We know that they can thrive if we give them half a chance.
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Adaptation
04:24
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Bethel Blue
02:47
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10. |
Too Many Words (2022)
02:58
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11. |
BoK
02:09
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Echo (CHON)
02:55
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Aeolian Harp
05:01
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David Palmer Virginia
DP is an active composing, performing, and recording musician who has released an album every year since 2003. He just released his 21st album, Still Here, to be followed by the re-release of his 2013 album, Connections, with a couple of new tracks.
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