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The Tides
02:37
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Brown sugar sand you change with the season.
Sweet ginger wine and you move like the tide.
Sink into sunlight where did we winter?
Taking to flight we sing through the night.
Beautiful rooms ocean side views our bodies darken.
The winds that – that harken. This time let time make amends.
Sweet ginger where did we winter? We sink into sun.
Sink into the sunlight. Sink into brown sugar sand.
And with the sunrise you flow in one direction.
But there comes the time when your current reverses.
Late afternoon you’re still – a reflection.
Shift once again when twilight descends.
Beautiful rooms ocean side views our bodies darken.
The winds that – that harken. This time let time make amends.
Sweet ginger where did we winter? We sink into sun.
Sink into the sunlight. Sink into brown sugar sand.
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Rockwood Asylum
02:20
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Cling clang the buffalo train sang.
Bing bang the rattle in your brain.
Won’t back again.
Won’t be back my friend.
Bing bang the battle in your brain.
Cling clang the links in your chain.
Dust to dust again.
I’ll be back my friend.
People always talking in circles.
Peering through their darkened rose windows.
Often underestimating
what’s in their heads / what’s in their heads?
Who’s in their beds?
Cling clang the buffalo train sang.
Bing bang the rattle in your brain.
I’ll be back again.
I’ll be back my friend.
Bing bang the battle in your brain.
Cling clang the links in your chain.
Dust to dust again.
I’ll be back my friend.
People always talking in circles.
Peering through their darkened rose windows.
Often underestimating
what’s in their heads / What's in their heads?
Who’s in their beds?
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Social Pariah
01:43
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Liberation through restriction.
A narrow passage.
A spark of light.
Third eye open.
Words
unspoken.
Mindfully inside insight.
I am a Social Pariah.
You say ‘yes’ I say ‘no thank-you’.
I’m seeking a different circle.
Or maybe just a different attitude.
I want to heal these bloody hands
I want to heal these bloody hands.
Heal these lovely hands
I want to heal these loving hands.
Bok Choy. Wakame. Swiss Chard.
I am a Social Pariah.
You say ‘yes’ I say ‘no thank-you’.
I’m seeking a different circle.
Or maybe just a different attitude.
I want to heal these bloody hands
I want to heal these bloody hands.
Heal these lovely hands
I want to heal these loving hands.
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Everything Is Dangerous
02:20
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Everything is singular till it multiplies.
Everything is simple till it complexifies.
Everything is up again till you put it down
and everything is far from wise.
And I know there is light.
Where there’s breath – there’s life.
And I know - get outside you can’t live if you hide.
Everything is dangerous till it comes to light
and everything is far from reach till you hold it tight
Everything is meant to go when it comes to it
and everything is deep insight.
And we know there is light.
When we sing we can take flight.
And we know it’s all right.
Where there’s breath – there’s life.
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Girl Possessed
02:57
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Like a girl possessed - crumples to the floor in a bloody mess.
Like a girl possessed - crawls across the floor in silence.
Pain you can’t undress - how to describe this feeling?
Look me in the eye – tell me this is perfectly normal.
Oh how you hold yourself hold yourself - saying it’s gonna be alright.
Oh how you hold yourself together - hold yourself up to the light.
Oh how you hold yourself through each morning and night.
Oh how you hold yourself together weathering the storm with always another in sight.
Like a girl possessed – hoping no one hears her cry “kill me now.”
Like a girl possessed - impossible to keep from moving.
Pain you can’t undress – how to describe this feeling?
Look me in the eye – tell me again this is perfectly normal.
And oh how you hold yourself hold yourself knowing you know it’s not all right. Oh how you hold yourself together through every oversight,
Oh how you hold yourself hold yourself - tell yourself it’s going to be all right. Oh how you hold yourself weathering each storm with always another in sight.
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The Knife
02:48
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Take a knife. Press it in with precision.
Make it count - count for them. 10, 9, 8, 7.
This is my time.
Why borrow mine?
Take a knife. Press is it in with precision – excision.
Make it count – count for them.
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 2, 1. This was our time. What will they find?
This is our time. What did they find?
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On The Cities Lips
02:53
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The poet wept when she saw her words
thrown into the river in a paper bag never to be heard.
This is my life – this is my creed.
The alchemy of lyrical dreams this is how I breathe.
I write for you. I write for me.
This is how I breathe.
The singer wept when she hear her voice
buried in a box by a desert road they had had no choice.
This is my life – my legacy.
To sing all things without within – this is how I breathe.
I sing for you. I sing for me.
This is how I breathe.
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Morther Of Crowys
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There’s a morther of crowys gathered on the lawn.
I’ve been waiting for them to fly, my love, the sun is almost gone.
I’ve never seen so black and sleek - a perfect pitch of night.
There’s a morther of crowys my love and it’s such a haunting sight.
I thought with time and distance I’d lose them in the rain
but the morther of crowys, my love, is calling out my name.
Their beaks will surely pierce the glass and shatter this
refrain so I’ll pen another song to sing through time and time again.
With every moon I’ll fall in love with you.
With every moon I’ll fall.
I will uncover another brilliant hue.
With every moon.
There’s a morther of crowys gathered on the lawn.
They’re waiting for me to fly you know the sun is almost gone.
You’ll never hear a melody for them there is no song.
The morther of crowys, my love, won’t let me move along.
I thought with time and distance I’d lose them in the rain but the morther of crowys, my love, is calling out my name. My
shoes already laced up – it’s time to meet with Freya - but the morther of crowys, my love, won’t let me out today.
With every moon I’ll fall in love with you.
With every moon I’ll fall.
I will uncover another brilliant hue.
With every moon.
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What Doesn't Kill You
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Are you with me? Or am I on my own?
There were no limits then and we were free to roam.
What doesn’t kill you could lead you far from home.
What doesn’t kill you – could make you invincible.
What would it teach you hidden so far from view?
How would it reach you? Internal tyranny.
What doesn’t kill you could crucify your heart.
What doesn’t kill you could lead you right back to the start.
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Bottom Of The Sea
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Looking from the bottom of the sea what do I see?
I see you looking for me.
Looking from the bottom of the sea what do I see?
I see you looking at me.
Calling from the edge of the shore was there more?
I see you longing for more.
As I rest in the sea am I free or will I come for me?
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Krista Muir Montreal, Québec
hypo records was founded by Krista Muir. She lives in a world of surrealism, cuckoo clocks and antique lampshades. Her multilingual pop albums and genre-bending has taken her and alter ego Lederhosen Lucil around the world and led to collaborations with DJ Kid Koala and filmmaker Kara Blake. "New Math"is her first LIVE off the floor EP. Coming soon: Les Chouettes - chansons yéyé Psychedelique! ... more
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