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Wooden Mask
01:15
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Maybe I should tell someone about
This dream I had
Some nights ago
I was in the forest by myself
I saw a girl
From far away
When she turned around I saw she wore
A wooden mask
With yellow glass for eyes
Felt them staring at my shoulder blades
As I ran home
And after I woke up
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2. |
Hunting Song
02:13
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In my youth
I would run
Unaware
It was fun
To pretend
It could ever last
Now the game
Doesn't flee
Only time
Runs from me
And the hunt
Isn't what it was
Leaning lower
The blood runs slower
Still I'm waiting
Even today
I can see
Yellow eyes
In the trees
On the tide
Rotten bandage smell
It was always a chore
To make life
On the shore
But it seems
That I must again
Leaning lower
The blood runs slower
Still I'm searching
Even today
For the plow
In the sweat
Of my brow
There's a peace
I may never know
In my youth
I would hunt
Tooth and claw
Word and law
I would still
But the sun is low
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3. |
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What if not a mistresses' love
Or a thirst for honey rye and stout
Draws a man out after dark?
What is he doing?
This was what she asked about her spouse
Friends and neighbors going house to house
No one could explain or seemed to know
What is he doing?
Nothing here for miles but tree and rock
Nowhere in the dark for him to go
Down the path that only hunters know
What is he doing?
Some nights he would vomit
And seize on the ground
His wife had to turn him
So he wouldn't drown
And those bed-side puddles
Acidic and foul
Arranged into shapes
And they were dancing and swirling
And begging her to stay
Then one day at last
She had the courage to ask
What has come to pass?
He turned pale in fright
Tears swelled in his eyes
And he answered so:
One day I'll take you
Where the wild lemons grow
One day I'll show you
He did not come home after that
Village shaman had presumed him dead
Built a funeral pyre to guide his rest
But the totem didn't catch ablaze
Putrid yellow smoke began to rise
Needled at the lungs and burned the eyes
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Closely
01:25
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Scratching away at the bark
Listening closely
I couldn't stay in the dark
I'm getting no sleep
The way I was taught to react
Felt like a stab in the back
But it was the strength that I lacked
Is this how I hang my head?
Signs of decay at the gums
Dividing each day into one
Is this where I toss my net?
Finding no meaning in the work
I manage to hit every mark
Scratching away at the bark
Listening closely
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5. |
Downwind
02:31
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Clear your mind
Leave the bread behind
Eating dulls the senses
Hunger cleanses
Stay downwind
Never heard or seen
Mind which twigs and grasses
Speak the loudest
Should you miss the heart
Spear will finish that
Which the arrow started
This part's the hardest
When the beast is felled
Say a hunters' prayer
For the life you've stolen
And thank the forest
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6. |
Story Goes
03:00
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Story goes
Mansi came home
And took his wife
Both left the village
Left behind all that they owned here
No one's seen
Either of them since
Some folks say
He was possessed by
Evil ways
Took both of their lives
Others claim
He had a new heart
Went away
Looked for a fresh start
Was it death?
Was it redemption?
No one can
Answer this question
Was he changed?
Was he pretending?
Did he get his happy ending?
Story goes.
His happy ending.
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