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Aurora paints from Xzir hand
and webbing by its soft and gentle strands
a place far beyond a mortal touch
where only other Goddexxes of Starskin know such
untainted by the darkest haze
that Xzir partner Borealis throws in reverence of the moon days
clouding all from view
that which only grew in Disarray
All that could not grow on other worlds grows here
and none not Pure dare enter in its precious sphere
all the roots beneath its starry grass and crust
knows that of which is coming and among what it will trust
and all its rain desists and its clusters scatter elsewhere
leaving just the Petrichor
and the leaves that fell that day there.
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2. |
"Purity" and "Disarray"
03:11
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3. |
Masqueraders
06:11
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[Scene: On a nearby Starskin system, a worn Starskin Musician has just begun a commission, when, only 4 bars in, {Masquerader #1} who is watching him declares it complete, playing it repetitively]
=Masquerader #1=:
Yes my brilliance SHINES through you
in such a lovely and curvacious tune!
Let all systems play it loud and bold!
I think this records made of gold!
It's perfect length and perfect structure
the just-right chords of just-right rapture!
And it's Mine, my own creation
took mere minutes of inspiration ye?
[Enter {Masquerader #2}}
=Masquerader #2=:
Oi hav returned from the big conference
wif moi Sevunty-Sevun Odda Friends
Wif moah gray cubes indeed wew'l poaint
a landscape WOHthy of a Soaint!
And the lahst few bends be straigh'n'd aowt
as a braive new eara comes arownd
Oi heah owr song you've wrote just now
Le's hear it! Lay that naedle down John
=Musician(under zis breath, writing a letter to zimself)=:
Just like them to fail to realize
all their hard work is actually mine
they hired me, I wrote this verse
I hadn't even finished first
but for bars seems to be all they can
read into, with any curse
I've had enough pain for one day
I'm turning in
Signed,
a worn Starskin musician, in the face of a place I find that my endurance wears quite thin...
=Masquerader #3(upon finding and reading the discarded note)=:
Is that the way songsmith's behave?!
A bleedin' life that holds no shave?
With words that spin the weakest web;
all pompous flow with lack of ebb??
[Enter YESSAND, very bomastically...]
=YESSAND=:
I am YESSAND, The Masquerader King!
=Masquerader #4=:
*I* am YESSAND, The Masquerader King!!
=Masquerader Chorus=:
(Variations of "No I am!", "I am!", "I am YESSAND!" before one final "We ALL are YESSAND")
=YESSAND(with full grace of arrogance)=:
I just returned from myself
don't quite remember where I've gone
But all that matters little here!
You all should witness what I've picked up!!
=Masquerader #1=:
Is that the Sand Girl there
so sifting in your mighty hand?
=YESSAND=:
That's not even her; her whole self
But for all we know, she's all right here!
She calls herself a mighty being
worthy of the smoke and altar
but is she YES to SAND like I am
for I have YESSAND for the taking!
How can we be even sure she's the SAND she likes to say to be??
I've heard she was born MUD, but never Purer than me!!!!
NO-SAND!
[The Masqueraders erupt into chanting "NO-SAND" repeatedly in a taunting manner, laughing wildly]
I took it upon myself to wear
that crown that was a mouth
whoso pulleth off the old man's head
be with royalty betrothed!
I have written into law
that I no longer wear this mask
it is my face
I am deserving of this place
I earned my way to this space
[To Sand Girl]
and what of your domain in which
daily are you trampled as is proper
whether sand or mud
all those with feet need proper lockers
proper prints in which to mold
bitter storms to feel this cold
that swarms us all
but gives us warmth in its good HONESTY!!
[The Wind appears, and the Sand Girl is taken up in it]
YES, Feel that Wind against your grain!!
Watch it sweep your useless self away!!
All you deserve in life, NO-SAND,
A husk of NOTHING!!
=Narrators=:
Little does old YESSAND know
that Wind and Sand share love of old
for if the Wind took physic form
within the Sand she would adorn
A pact they made should this time ever come
for the Wind to take her out above
this wall-eyed vision
dare I say, a well-deserved transition.....
Masquerader Chorus + YESSAND(attempting to chase them down, realizing the getaway):
Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!
She's heading onwards towards Creation!
Never make it...
Never make it...
Aah! Aah! Aaaah!
Let's say it's all part of the exploitation!
Never make it...
NEVER MAKE I-
[YESSAND breaks through the atmosphere but does not survive, The Sand Girl continues on, escape successful, towards Creation, where she enters, and becomes it's beaches...]
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4. |
I Am The Sand Girl
07:50
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So have you finished yet?
you couldn't know where you stand between me and my land, I’ll bet.
I make the seafloor my face
and trace the lines that go around your segregated lands
no man is an island
for I AM THE SAND.
I squeeze right through the fingers of
your silly colored tongues
as your crushed between the thighs of dollars
you deem golden as the faiths you’ve rung
and you say you’ve read all the books
you’ve heard the stories, questioned the scholars
and you went off looking for the Green Man
but all you found was me.
I AM THE SAND GIRL.
Yet you do not worship me...
Am I not worth worshipping?
For as all of us should be and always
for if not for us, what would your world be?
I see that YESSAND's slipped away
but will he stay behind me long
I doubt he'll last much further than
his own self-owned song
Cry your tears of confetti into
the mouths of your crustaceans
buried deep within
my sprawling skin
in rolling constellations
I estimate you’ll appropriate
all the ways in which you’ll die
art in motion
lying rest
deep within my nests
and you justify your boundless rage
by the lives you’ve lived in someone else’s cage
and you search for your words in your holy book
but find that I’m on every page
I AM THE SAND GIRL.
Yet you do not worship me...
Am I not worth worshipping?
For as all of us should be and always
for if not for us, what would your world be?
So long now, got to go, I’m off to find a family
I’ve had enough of this old rock anyway
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5. |
This Tree
03:07
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I gave a name to This Tree
and now she protects me.
Shields me with her branches
and hugs me if I need one
she tells all of It's animal friends
I'm a safe one
I'd never hurt anyone
when He chases me I run to her
and he gets lost
and dies trying to find me
It's the magic of my sisters, says the Tree to me
you're safe here
we love you
we want you to be free
like we are
She knows just what I need
when I see her
she knows just how long to wait
for me
She prepares me a soft bed
with a glass of honey tea
and she tells me stories
and cradles me in my sleep
She told me once
she has many names
of many a child of old
all were hurt where her roots could feel
they were like me
so alone and cold
she says she wish all children had a tree or two
it's a pity their humans can't
learn to love them true
I gave a name to This Tree
and now she protects me.
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7. |
The Ember Leaf
02:45
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8. |
The Lone Survivor
03:35
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9. |
Over My Wall
02:49
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Something is happening over my wall
I never thought something could happen at all
for 800 years have I watched over this wall
and 800 years it took me to build it
Started with one little pebble
then two
then five
some downed sticks, leaves, moss, pine needles, tree sap, bits of tree bark on the ground
It starts as a little mound,
then two,
five,
then a somewhat larger mound,
then 8 somewhat larger mounds.
I'm building something and that's all that matters now
At first, I'm only doing it for one day.
Then two.
Five.
A week. A fortnight. A month. A year.
Then two,
Then five.
I began building. And I can't stop.
How can I do anything else.
Nothing can replace this feeling.
Nothing compares to the feeling of creation
when fire was your eyes
for longer than you could ever
ever expected it to be
I figured it would all be over in a day.
But then it lasted two.
Then five.
Something's happening out over my wall
I feel......someone
then two.
then five.
can it be....
We're we as strong
as I always believed?
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Nobody has looked
this general direction
for quite a lengthy time now
but I can't blame them
so many creations
made of many voices
even immortal beings
can leave some unheard
I'm just an old star
but I have kept an eye on
this system that lays close to me
I've watched it go on
There has been some big affair
thick metal clouds the air
the world looks lost from out here
though...if my vision isn't going...
amidst the thicker snowing
there's one Thread
holding out yet
Under reddened skies
there emits a stream of small cries
from Young Unknowing Eyes
seeing their world stare back
know not what they see, but
sense a bitter feeling
enough to keep their brave feet
running reeling
and it's here that I sense
a need to step in
why leave lost such so young and precious?
You there!
I let down for you my hair
now let me take you
somewhere that shall
suit you better!
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11. |
Down In Evergreene
04:35
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They were 16 and 17
looking for a world they had yet to see
Down in Evergreene
and it burned so blue
and it burned so high
from their view they saw many things in flight
and the ashes did turn to snow
falling down upon the little red noses
of Evergreene
I found you there
in the darkened square
and your tear-soaked eyes beneath your rosy red hair
(Make haste now through this land of doom, every tree-house on the hills of Evergreene will lend us a room)
From the treetops we looked around
nothing left but gentle chiming sounds
from Evergreene
effervescently,
candescently,
we cascaded down through the amethyst parsley
Seeing others that made it here
finding that their lives were now devoid of fear
down in Evergreene
for the first time, all
did feel so free
finding sides of themselves that they never had seen
(Hold my hand it will be alright soon, look how close we've come to the crescent moon...)
Now they're 20 and 21
and what different children they have become
Down in Evergreene
looking different ways
apart from one
after all this, sharing the same red sun
and they part ways forevermore
one will stay and one will begin exploring
what was left of things
and they'll see through to brand new ways of life
sung about by their ancestors of many yesternights
(And all those that we love so dear
are safe now after so many years
and together again.)
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12. |
The Hill of Mist
07:14
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Ae who bore the blue flame asked of them,
What do you wish for your destruction?
And they said,
Decadence.
Upon the Hill of Mist.
a sacred place,
where it is said the sweet kiss of death
is the sweetest in all of this world.
It bears an unparelleled serenity,
No one not of sentance or terminal condition dare enter it.
It is the resting place for so many here.
Even if one were to choose a different destruction method,
it would not differ too much, death by excruciation is not believed in.
It is of high honor to be able to die specifically here.
When brought to the Hill of Mist,
you will find yourself upon a flat
surface among the hill's highest points.
A small creek circles the stone around you,
and trails down off the edge in a series of miniature waterfalls.
Your view out is among the most gorgeous
to be found anywhere.
A perfect arrangement
of waterfalls and trees in a
formation that allows the sun
to reflect off of the water at any angle,
allowing for many combinations of
colored light to appear within the surrounding area.
You sit and meditate.
Your guards sit and meditate with you.
You are not allowed to eat or drink,
as since you are sentenced,
you will starve here in this place.
But that hardly matters.
The concentration of the air is unique,
you don't feel a thing
no matter how long time goes by.
And as it is, there is much to
enjoy about this present moment.
For at long last you are able
to achieve perfect outer peace,
providing the perfect backdrop
to fulfill it within you also.
As the days and the nights pass,
you're breathing slower,
deeper,
calmer.
Perfectly undisturbed.
Only the sound of trickling water.
Not a single word exchanged.
The guards breathe so quietly
you forget they are on either
side of you, sharing the experience,
but with the privilege of
leaving afterward.
Their armor protects them from
the air toxins that slowly tear away,
very gently,
with the texture of a cat's tongue,
at your skin,
turning it to pollen.
then cherry blossom petals.
pieces of acorn.
bits of pine cone.
Eventually,
just before you pass,
skin removes in the form of flowers.
With the help of the smallest slight of wind,
appearing at just the right time.
If you’re lucky,
you may be able to catch
a brief glance
of your own bones,
as clear and bright
and soft as silk,
before your sight becomes
a pair of dandelions,
its white haired seeds
carried off into the
dark green forest beyond.
You pass.
You are now peace itself,
the concept,
the symbol,
the dream,
the myth,
the world of.
As your remains
turn to aura dust,
the guards come to,
and they sweep them into
a small red jeweled case,
and place it in the center
of the stone where you once laid.
It will be gone mysteriously the next morning.
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13. |
Where the Ashes Go
06:05
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I hope it doesn't rain when I see you today
is there a sun around that has something to say
everything has changed so suddenly
yet I find you under what looks like that same old tree
in the same old place I'd find you back home
where I'd go on grey mornings to see you alone
still am learning what the morning's like here
at least I'm not lonely with you again near
All the gems and roses and trinkets of tin
still on your stone bedrest where you lie within
I am told you're sleeping, are you almost awake?
I hope you read my letters and enjoyed the last slice of my last birthday cake
and the drawings I've made
of what I hope you look like
when you're awake
are you scared like I am
of where we've come to stay?
I don't think you would be cause
you've never run away
I wish that I could see you
smile once at me
hug me very tight and say
how much you love me
I believe you think it
as you lay resting
that's what a mother would
always be doing, I think.
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15. |
Silver Tree's Mixtress
04:58
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16. |
Candy Necklaces
02:19
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17. |
Twig Parade
02:39
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18. |
Lute-Bird Calls
06:43
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19. |
Monsters and Rainclouds
06:04
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I'm on a trip through the teeth of a dragon
I started praying to the desert that ate me
rode the cloud of darkness that missed my planet
living in the jewel on Aurora's necklace
something for sure has happened to my core
but I don’t know where it’s gone, gone, gone
there were the monsters and me
and the way they talked to the monsters in me
I experienced a dissonance
that made a spider's nest became my eyes
from when I stopped the moon and the stars from turning
to see if i could reach the other side
and when I stopped all the people from breathing
so I could capture that moment in time, time, time
It should occur to me soon
to let the natural order of these things resume
There came a monster to hold this rain cloud
letting all it's lightning strike
showers fall
hail fall
it did it all
They would cry together
they held each other close
they would softly say they were okay
and they would try to believe it
maybe they were dead or not all there at that moment
maybe they saw what their sisters became;
their screams coursed through my veins.
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20. |
Cast Your Sleep Spell
02:19
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Dani Lee Pearce Denver, Colorado
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