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on the mountain tall
whisper to me words in a voice so small
like the one that to Elijah called
quiet as a candle and bright as the morning sun
though the fire and wind
shattered down the hills with a rage unbent
and a fear that shook the firmament
He was not within them, the clatter of brass and drums
I know you want me to be afraid
I know you want me to love you
still the wild wind blows
up out of the grave of an angry ghost
firing bricks from broken canon and prose
to build a wall so high it reaches the heavens in the sky
still you beat your drums,
raising holy war with every strum,
shouting down the quiet kingdom come
brushing at your fingers, hoping you'll come around
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Torches (2017 Master)
03:30
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I got a venom like a snake running out of my mouth
it's got you burning at the stake
innocent or not, you're not a bet I care to take
and Father Ignorance will make brothers of us all
as he sets our torch aflame
chasing down the flimsy specters that we co-create
over and over, again
we keep that old wheel turning
we spin it around
I got a terror I can't shake pushing down on my lungs
it's got me lying there awake with a hand on a gun
while turning shadows into shapes
Mother Fortuna, O, she makes sisters of us all
when the faces in her wake
look more like our own than the effigies we immolate
over and over, again
we keep that old wheel turning
over and over, again
we lay the next spoke down
over and over, again (oceans will roll in)
over and over, again
we spin it around
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I can feel it on my tongue
brick and mortar as thick as scripture,
drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers
I babble on until my voice is gone
this hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
but the words fall flat like cymbals crashing
like molars gnashing
'cause like constellations a million years away,
every good intention
is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
looking for the faces
looking for the shapes in the silence
all that's left for me to climb to the heavens is the chasm of the night
and a matter of time
but I hear the rumble
as the tectonic plates start to shake,
and I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum
'cause like constellations a million years away,
every good intention
is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
clinging to the faces
clinging to the shapes in the silence
like constellations imploding in the night
everything is turning
and the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
and everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you'll be all right
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Notos (2017 Master)
03:18
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there's an eerie quiet
on the southern levees
with a halcyon sky and
atmosphere gone heavy
there's a wind arising with the ire of venus
tugging at the surface of the seas between
and its catalyzing with a breath of calefaction
a thunderous disturbance, and for every action, a reaction
and the rush will take you away
like you're caught in the undertow
and you will drown in the wake
of the things you lost to the winds of Notos
but the water's rising (quicker than light and sound)
from the seas within me (coming up from the ground)
and I try to fight it (cumulonimbus clouds)
but I drain completely (cover the sun and drown in out)
every inhale I take, swallows the ocean whole, and I am one
with the hurricane, tall as the tide that laps with a rabid tongue
with every exhale, I break you down with a fury, I lay the hills undone
like a dog gone untamed, bellowing out a river from my lungs
and the rush will take you away
like you're caught in the undertow
and you will drown in the wake
of the things you said that you can't take back, no
and every word you shouldn't say
will come bubbling out of your throat
but you've got no one left to blame
for the things you lost to the winds of Notos
you gotta let go
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New River (2017 Master)
03:41
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it took forever and a day for the canyons and coasts to erode away
by the weight of the ocean's cyclical motion they swayed
and though the eons may pass as slow as the sands of an hourglass
every grain that we've counted claims that even the mountains can change
let it come down, let it come down
let it make in you a new river
I know the winds from the south have the waves riled up like a hungry mouth
and your stomach goes hollow at the thought that it could swallow you whole
well, it'll rain for forty days and nights, and nothing you do can slow the rising tides
but the river takes her shape from every tempest she abides,
and like her, you'll be made new again
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The Oh Hellos San Marcos, Texas
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The Oh Hellos began in a cluttered
bedroom, where siblings Maggie and Tyler Heath recorded their self-titled EP in 2011. In the fall of 2012, the sibling duo released their debut full-length record Through the Deep, Dark Valley, an album full of regret and redemption, which they wrote, recorded, produced, mixed, and mastered themselves.
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