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the fence around my grave

by goose

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what are you doing awake in the winter? what are you doing awake on the just been frozen lake? why aren't your senses tucked into bed? a world of life needs a rest white beads of water are the sand and the sleep and the dream, white reflects everything what are you doing awake in the winter? what are you doing awake? you must live in the city where flashing lights keep you awake in a taut and restless state white beads of water are the sand and the sleep and the dream, white reflects everything but the sound there's no first person way you can see your own face, there's a life under snow that we cannot displace white beads of water are the sand and the sleep and the dream, white reflects everything but the sound
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its been cold, at least for september and at night the rain's been washing down the leaves yellow leaves of the ash tree shuffle our feet through the fallen means and ends of a budding spring weed yellow leaves of the ash tree before the smoke stills his pulse slows, do you know how fast a tree's sap flows? do you know how fast a tree's sap flows? it needed some paint, the iron railing, lest the blood red rust turn the iron into dust do you know how fast a tree's sap flows?
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oh warm milk on my throat! i want to sing! honied and spiced; i'll go on it feels nice to put my voice in the air move it around it belongs there put my song on the breeze and stir the tips of the trees we said there's nothing that is me we rush always to the sea (and its there we ever be) till the tide moves us away (back unto from where we came) and though they could see we're changed they could still recall our names so they called us back to them they called us back to them and though they could see we're changed they could still recall our names so they called us back to them oh she's been tossed and she's tumbled but she'll wake with a clean slate its never too late to find the one 'been speaking for you and grab them by the neck so put your voice in the air move it around it belongs there put your song on the breeze make babies kick and sprout seeds! but are there ears in this world for a voice like that? gone away so far then come back can we hear it? the machine churns so loud the machine, machine, machine can we grow in our labs a culture of hearing? here we go...
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you're the greatest freshwater lakes in the world i'm the salty, briny, codless ocean i get angry/i get angry/i get angry you're a sage in your old age i throw tantrums on the floor you think i'm alright, i don't know why when i look into my own eyes i see fight! fight! you know that i've got action/passion! but the evil's no accident... you're the greatest freshwater lakes in the world i'm the salty, briny, codless ocean i get angry/ you're at peace, you're at peace i get angry/ you're at peace, you're at peace i get angry/ you're at peace, you're at peace you're a sage in your old age i throw tantrums on the floor pounded the streets that night looking for an intimate fight to rip apart all that's grown in too tight, to handle, i'm going to dismantle the unities that i'v been making lately

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is not inspired by music but by the world. the dying one.

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released October 1, 2011

written by rachel elliott
recorded by martin horn
mixed by mike wray
mastered by harris newman

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goose Montréal, Québec

Rachel Elliott started goose in 2009 as a sometimes solo, sometimes quintet with Melanie Benard, Ruth Ainsworth, Kate Forrest, and Arwen Flemming. Goose seeks to create a sound expressive of the environmental suffering, human and more-than-human.

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