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Polymyth
03:24
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De la luna llena
Rayos-raices se hunden en la tierra.
De la luna llena
Muere y renace nuestro antiguo enlace.
i sarka
i sofia
o ergatis
o frontistis
to plasma
i syneidisi
i aisthisi
i diasyndesi
The future as the string she folds
When she fidgets her fingers.
The future as the forms they mold
When they play with the dirt.
The future as the words we speak
To each other in solace
The nurture, the unravelling.
No parents,
sin hijos,
doar noi,
hilos de hermanas inseparables,
zestes kai igres,
indistinguishable one from the other,
glorios de nediscriminate,
promiscuas y fusionadas.
Fără generații.
Sin futuro, sin pasado.
An endless geographic plane,
cuantos pulsantes de micromalla.
Folds and foldings,
diplóseis kai anadiplóseis,
plicare, replicare.
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2. |
Nostos
03:27
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Took me a lifetime my moon pearl,
I know I’ve been such an abysmal friend…
I’m here at last.
To wander our wildness unbound
And offer you constancy, comfort and trust.
I see your heart.
Forget what’s important just once in a while
To sit with a feeling and quiet the mind.
It can be as easy as asking
”Babe, what do you need?
I’m here
To give space, steal time!”
Quietly saunter my love,
No harm can alter your mountainous soul.
You know your glow.
Scatter your insight, my wise
We’ll meet on the verge of worlding our worlds
To nurture on
Forget what’s important just once in a while
To sit with a feeling and quiet the mind.
It can be as easy as asking
”Babe, what do you need?
I’m here
To give space, steal time!”
Hold on
At times sorrow has me kneeling
Will it stop me from believing
That I can contain this feeling
Will it wilt inside me?
Hold on
How do you intend to hold me
When your own misfortune taunting
Weighs too heavy on your forehead?
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3. |
RED
03:30
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Finally given up on the mythology
Of every ache being my own doing
Raging at the causes to this injury
Will eat me up or finally shape my dignity
It’s not just you and I
Centuries of patterns made us
But when you harm and smile
It’s hard to want to care for you.
Wrath rush running to my head
I see you win and I see red
Wrath rush running to my head
I wanna watch you burn
Wrath rush running to my head
I wanna watch you eat yourself
Wrath rush running to my head
I wanna watch you &%*
I will not construct you as an enemy
I see your contradictions and your misery
But rage without a home returns within
And I am done for good with all self-loathing
It’s not just you and I,
Archives of abuse have made us.
On our pain you thrive.
It’s hard to want to care for you.
Wrath rush running to my head
I wanna watch you eat yourself
Wrath rush running to my head
I wanna watch you burn
Wrath rush running to my head
I wanna watch you eat yourself
Wrath rush running to my head
I wanna watch you burn!
Hex you by the time it goes to your head
Cause the credit you took is the wisdom we shared
And we see how you drag our labour through dirt
But dirt is our mother, her grazes don’t hurt
So hex your power
Your power’s ours
Hex your power
Your power’s ours
Hex your power
Your power’s ours
Punch up, game on!
Hex your power
Your power’s ours
Hex your power
Your power’s ours
Hex your power
Your power’s ours
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4. |
Sâmca
04:46
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Într-o seară ca oricare alta,
Când luna abia se-mplini,
M-ai zărit și cu groază pe chip,
Te-ai oprit din a-mi zâmbi.
Ce s-a-ntâmplat Sânziano, iubito,
De te-ai apucat a fugi?
M-am oglindit în pârâu și cu spaimă
Am văzut de ce nu mă mai știi.
Dărăpănată și despletită
Stoarsă, plângândă și zdrențuită
Am ajuns Sâmcă, cu pașii grei
Umblând prin noapte, îi sperii pe-ai mei
Cine m-a făcut, cine m-a urât
Cine m-a luat și m-a blestemat
Sigur un stăpân, sigur un băiat
Cu râcă-n frunte și rânjet spart
Nici tu, Sânziano, nu mă mai cunoști
Că mi-ai fost iubită n-o să recunoști
Vei trăi în frică, steaua mea apusă
Vei trăi cuminte, vei trăi supusă
Sunt fricile tale de oameni ca tine
Pe care nu poți să le simți
Sunt ura de clasă și sex ce te ține
În lanțuri amare de-arginți
Sunt Sâmcă, sunt Vâlvă, sunt falsa ta scuză
Pentru cruzimea ce-ai rodit
Brutală, nebună, femeie sub lună
Erou ești că m-ai îngrădit
Dărăpănată și despletită
Stoarsă, plângândă și zdrențuită
Am ajuns Sâmcă, cu pașii grei
Umblând prin noapte, îi sperii pe-ai mei
Cine m-a făcut, cine m-a urât
Cine m-a luat și m-a blestemat
Sigur un stăpân, sigur un bărbat
Cu râcă-n frunte și rânjet spart
Nici tu, Sânziano, nu mă mai cunoști
Că mi-ai fost iubită n-o să recunoști
Ca să nu ajungi ca mine de răpusă
Vei trăi cuminte, vei trăi supusă.
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5. |
Hictopia
03:47
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The masking years amassing wore my strength
And nothing seems to rest my weary head
If I allowed the show to finally end
I fear no one would hold my weary hand.
Unveiling parts unfeigned
They surface interfacing,
Raptured yielding,
Quiet ease.
Hold me together for a while.
Hold me while I carry my whole height.
Hope
Hearts in heaps will harvest all they sowed.
A rift in the substance of all incarnations
Disturbing the sequence imposed by Empire
Lies in the form of divergence but currently crumbles
Under violent pressure
The rift is incessantly deepening
Causing its bearers to feel inextricably queer
How can they stay with a present that feels so alien?
How can they live with this burden?
Fused, crawling,
Yet to be birthed but already felt,
A wisdom dawning
With a vastness so hydrous it mutates the end.
Hold it together for a while.
Hold it while you carry your whole height.
Hope
Hearts in heaps will harvest all they sowed.
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Sofia Zadar Bucharest, Romania
What drives me to make music is the need for emancipatory imaginaries and togetherness. Beyond the anthropocene, our multispecies sensibilities connect sky to ground, past to future, human to non-human. I want to hold space for these intermeshing sensibilities in a way that centers the deep seated needs of my communities as well as our work to world new worlds. ... more
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