Black Lesbian Fishermen - ectopic apiary

by c r y p t a n t h u s

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released November 22, 2015

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Track Name: LIL
LIL
concealed azure in blazing starfire, moving shadows, behind the sun...
Come to them up spiralling stairways; walk to them through the eclipsed world,
Sable warmth and the sweet scent of jasmine
The veil becomes translucent...
a child of flowers and angels, crowned and conquering, great and terrible,
still with silence vast; secrets revealed...

'From me come all things : first and last fruit, sower and sown,
respledent and withering
I have tasted poisons and blood, dews and winds,
and I have bathed in a fountain of snow…
I am light, and I am night, and I am beyond them.
I am speech, and I am speechless, and I am beyond them.
I am life, and I am death, and I am beyond them.
I am ruin, and I am reward, and I am beyond them.
I am frailty, and I am strength, and I am beyond them.'

Distance and echo; voices soft as down and far and bright as starlight, a rising clamour...
shards... infinitesimal facets...
Though all endeavor none may reach;
Though the great wheel turns and turns through the arcane signs
Though the radiance of the day and the glimmering of the night
flicker through the seasons and the years
Until the firing of the Lamp of the Invisible Light
Track Name: Ragged Ritual
Ragged Ritual

Cats tooth, cogs from a clock
all in a glass vessel.
Three flies on the passion fruit.
Four petals on the red flower.
Five seeds in the red apple.
Count them all again.
There are Six of us in burning amber
Inscribe a triangle,
A tangled triangle
Set at an angle
Surrounded by a circle of salt
Nutmeg, cinnamon, clove, ginger
Offered to the Righteous Man of Winter
White, like snow, realm of sky
The colour of semen
Red like blood,
Passion, love
Brings the letters to life
A burning candle for mother's night
Evergreen and blooming plants
Sends the sun back home to her
Juniper, milkthistle, fir,
Monkshood
Drives the demon out of the wood
A pentacle inscribed within a double circle
Wherein is written the following versicle:
I who am will ever be
Blind as blind but ever see
Turn and turn and turn once more
Pass what passes under or
Say the Name that you know me
Track Name: White Reptiles
White Reptiles

Never smile, crocodile
No, you cannot get a friendly crocodile
Take not his smile of welcome
Compatible with his skin
Never smile, crocodile

Don’t upset your hat, stop, talk a little bit
Don’t run, say good-night, walk, or admit
Clear the area, do not smile Mister Crocodile

It can be a good upbringing
Much respected in your head
There’s a special situation, a very special time and place

It can be a good upbringing
Much respected in your head
There’s a special situation, a very special time and place

Never smile, crocodile
No, you cannot get a friendly crocodile
Take not his smile of welcome
Compatible with his skin
Never smile, crocodile

Don’t upset your hat, stop, talk a little bit
Don’t run, say good-night, walk, or admit
Clear the area, do not smile Mister Crocodile

Never smile, crocodile
No, you cannot get a friendly crocodile
Take not his smile of welcome
Compatible with his skin
Never smile, crocodile
Track Name: All In The Green (live at six D.O.G.S)
All In The Green

Through the mists, in the morning of the world
Through the glades he walks
Eyes watch the skies
All in the green

Tendrils curl and the air is lost and lorn
Full of sound of insect life
Jewelled wings everywhere
All in the green

Beards of moss hang weeping from the trees
Strong slow growth confines
Days rise and fall
All in the green
Track Name: Ice
ICE
In sudden rush of frozen air
Of feathered crystal fall
Pale Sun is ghost, and ghost alone
The world come close and tangible
A globe of mist, of spectral pall

They stir on lost and lonely heights
Whilst tender valleys shiver close
Beneath the undiscovered land
Beneath the gaze of ancient eyes
Beneath the arc of ancient skies

Bone and sinew feel their touch
And spark & fall of laboured breath
A thousand jewels on leathern cloak
To tempt the children of the pines
Who bring with them the gift of sleep
With icy fingers soothe and stroke
In darkness, shot with cold blue fire
That dims to nothing and is gone

Leaves will turn, and turn, and fall
Slow caress of ice on flesh
Slow they watch ‘til flesh is stone
And stone is sand and all is done.