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An Unkindness of Ravens, a Murder of Crows
I picture a gang of elk
An ambush of tigers
Robbing motorists on a highway
In India or Finland
Would you vote for a parliament of owls
Or a coalition of cheetahs?
Trust a conspiracy of lemurs?
A wisdom of wombats?
Would you submit to a charm of finches?
Ask a rhumba of rattlesnakes for a dance?
Could a gaze of raccoons make you blush?
A cackle of hyenas?
Have you ever set foot
In a venue of vultures?
Have you ever looked up
To a tower of giraffes?
Have you ever admired
A pride of lions?
A flamboyance of flamingos?
Let a shiver of sharks rattle your bones
Or a quiver of cobras
A crash of rhinoceroses
Sounds wild
Like a fever of stingrays
An unkindness of ravens
A lamentation of swans
A convocation of eagles
And a murder of crows
A business of ferrets
A labour of moles
A richness of martens
A mob of emus
An unkindness of ravens
A lamentation of swans
A convocation of eagles
And a murder of crows
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2. |
Slow
04:47
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Slow
When I couldn’t breathe
There was no one kneeling on my neck
When I hear thunder
It is nothing but thunder
When my back aches
It’s probably a weird sleeping position
When my head hurts
The pain’s mostly mild
And my brain can’t cope
With this variety of options
It won’t rejoice
But rather shut down
And my hands will keep
A maximum of three balls in the air
Throw me another
And I will drop them all
And the dust in the corner
It settles so quickly
It’s already midnight
Yet another day
And the dirt on the window
It gathers and gathers
It’s already winter
Yet another year
I know that it’s late
It’s not like I cannot read time
Just my inner clock
Runs at its own pace
I should have been here 15 minutes ago
I could have been here 15 years ago
And I know I could do so much more
Cause I know you do so much more
But I’m not you
I’m just not you
I’m not you
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(Not the) Rat
04:32
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(Not the) Rat
Put your shoulder next to mine
Lock these hands, close the ranks
We throw a shade, long and wide
The light stays out
We raise our voices
Silence every sound
Didn‘t we once mix our blood?
I have your back and you have mine
You made it here, all thanks to me
You took this trust
Then pulled it out
You blew it
It‘s only the rats
That make their way out
Always the rats
That make it out
The rats, the rats
Come on now, drink it up
Swallow hard, no questions asked
You ought to feel a chosen one
Out of reach
Outside our law
There is none
Spoken Word:
Your hand on my knee
While I fixate the air
They said it‘s okay
Let‘s pretend it‘s not there
A compliment, surely
A crucial test
Both passing and failing
A weight on my chest
So we‘re standing in line
Take an oath in the snow
Act like we‘re fine
Quite a pitiful show
Down the bottle in one
And fight back the fears
Till we cough and we vomit
And fight back the tears
At a layer this deep
There isn‘t much life
That can take the pressure
And the absence of light
To you, I‘ve sunk lower
Than I‘ve ever been
But you‘re wrong
I‘m coming
Up
I‘m not the rat
In this game
(6x)
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4. |
Fight or Flight
03:24
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Fight or Flight
I‘ve been taking aim
Missed my mark again
But I‘ll shoot you down
For a single sound
That was funny, don‘t you think?
Who would take the blame
Being dumb, blind and lame?
I can‘t play this game
Never learned it right
My mode is fight or flight
I‘m cut free
In a space without gravity, gravity
I don‘t grasp
The rules of harmony, harmony
I‘m no good to you
You‘re no good to me
(4x)
I‘m not, you‘re not
I can‘t, you don‘t
I can‘t, you won‘t
I can‘t, you‘re gone
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5. |
Love & Riots
03:08
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Love & Riots
Love and riots
Riots and love
You pulled me from the rubble
As sun shone from above
We searched an escape route
Planning our flight
Constructed devices
In the darkest night
We boarded a rocket
We flew to the moon
Watched the chaos unfold
In the spheres below
Held unto each other
Saw another fuse blow
But the heat, it reached us
Melted the stones
Brought us tumbling down
Rattling our bones
Still, we kept our hands
Our fingers entwined
We embraced the struggle
Threw our hearts in the fire
Reached out around us
As the flames rose higher
Love and riots
Riots and love
Love is a riot
A riot can be love
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6. |
Ghosts (Prelude)
02:05
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7. |
Ghost Gear
06:09
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Ghost Gear
Cut off, cut loose, off course
Your mission is over
Your hunting days
They are long past
You’ve become a roamer
As merciless as you once were
You did have your reasons
Now you’re abandoned
Set adrift
You follow the seasons
Your aimless journey
Your tired state
And this pale complexion
Belie the power you still hold
The force of destruction
Today you take them
One by one
For no one’s gain
Their end is slow
Almost like yours
But you feel no pain
You’re not hunting
You’re haunting
(4x)
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Duties of the Wind
(Emily Dickinson)
The duties of the wind are few,
To cast the ships, at sea,
Establish March, the floods escort,
And usher liberty.
The pleasures of the wind are broad,
To dwell extent among,
Remain, or wander,
Speculate, or forests entertain.
The kinsmen of the wind are peaks
Azof – the equinox,
Also with bird and asteroid
A bowing intercourse.
The limitations of the wind
Do he exist, or die,
Too wise he seems for wakelessness,
However/Forever, know not I.
(2x)
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Drunk at Your Wedding Berlin, Germany
Over the past years DRUNK AT YOUR WEDDING from Berlin has gone through different incarnations and set-ups. Currently, it’s a
one-woman project with an electric guitar and songs that oscillate between grungy noise and folky picking, catchy tunes and dark tales, not always to be taken seriously.
New album "Ghost Gear" out now.
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