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Taking the long way round
Riding her bike along roads filled with sleepwalkers woken by lights in the sky they can't fathom
Great branches are down and the gutters and kerbs filled with pools of rainwater
This storm with a name which she yearned for has caught her
She's slightly undone as she thinks of the swirling wind brewing, and blowing her future wide open,
But she likes the view and in a way it feels new enough
Pedalling onward
Her gunmetal clouds fight with sunlight that blazes on brick walls and houses,
She knows that the waiting is over, the waiting is over, the time is October, the waiting is over
She's high now, and closer, impossible energies lifting her wheels and then floating her past all the rooftops the office blocks, bus stops and treetops, feels stars in her coat, no more fear in her throat
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You are the most wonderful thing
Lift me
I can’t stand on that foot
I jumped from a height and cut myself
But I’m the 99 cents that buys the book
Trust me, I’ll make a midnight theft but I’ll get off the hook
I’ll meet you later, a cafe corner, did you get my letter?
Astragal
Oh my lover, oh my lover
You know I’d die or kill for you
Dutiful guest, past undercover
You know I’ll just lie still for you
My liberty weighs heavy on me
I’d rather be inside, I’d rather me inside, I’d rather you inside me
Astragal
You are the most wonderful thing
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Guido
04:23
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Your hex plays an open hand
I see no tricks and coins
You map your music here
With five fingertips
And I just sing your tune
Do Re Mi Fa
May be I’ll remember
The way that things are still
May be I’ll know the song before
You feel the thrill
Do Re Mi Fa So La
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Embryo
04:12
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Blood
05:15
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Telegraph high wire
Holds hundreds of tiny birds
All facing the sun
He drives to you
He drives to you smiling
Now four are five
He cannot wait to speak it
You made a sister
With your tiny fingers crossed
She drives with you
She ’s silently crying
Her red eyes melt
She almost cannot speak it
This autumn blue
It’s so nice to be home
You saved your sister
When you’d thought that all was lost
Your whole brain
Is filled with blood
When you love
Telegraph high wire
Holds hundreds of tiny birds
All facing the sun
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Morning Reckonings
03:57
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Sometimes when we’re too tired to speak
And when it’s early morning
I hear you talking in your sleep
You think you guard the silence of the deep
And sometimes if it’s early morning
If it’s too dark to see your hands
I watch the dryness of your mouth
And know that nothing will come out
We feel each other change direction distantly
We’re breathing water in like swimmers lost at sea
Sometimes if it’s too dark for words
You wake from dreams that I have left you
If I can’t speak I say don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry it’s just the night
But then I scare myself with thinking quietly
That it’s my own silence I’m guarding carefully
That when your eyes are fully open
That when your hopes are broken
It’s you who’ll be the one to leave me
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Lightning Trees
03:12
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Subsong
02:53
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You are pale blue and I am white
I speak from the left and you from the right
I sing but think you’ll break my little fork in two
I hold the cup up, try to hear
And think of long strings making near
Our hearts and ears are made of threes
That’s how we beat the dinosaurs
I’m wasting air on empty flight
Not sure the gift will last the night
The hottest stars are blue
So why cold me and why cold you?
No vaster habitat could make
So small a view, so deep an ache
We’ve change the world you see,
But stayed the same, in you in me
We’ve changed the world
You’ve changed my world
But stayed the same, away from me
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An Elf Ring
06:25
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There was a ring beneath a tree
Wherein a music charmed so easily
Around we danced, ran widdershin
Our hands held fast, we ventured deepest in
Consumed by light, we disappeared
And now can’t tell a moment from a year
Can’t break, can’t move this rock, this bed,
We are the dancing when we are the dead
Unseen to all but to each other
Caught in this light, in this cover
Tell me, are we made or maker
You’re my madness and my hunger
There was a ring beneath a tree
Wherein a music charmed so painfully
It’s now our feet that mark the grass
That the make the line we cannot seem to pass
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Doctor Eric told me twice
A story with two different endings
Of a man who fought a storm
But just one ending saw him listening
Play for me please play for me
With lungs that never want for air
Once there is a fear of falling
There will be no freedom there
Before the bow must come a stick
To hold it is exaggeration
Strength is not just of one kind
Can just be catching of momentum
Little Karen, quarter size
Your fingers inching like an earthworm
Moving circles and elipses
Taking you from string to string.
Did Yehudi tell you Karen
Of the man who fought the weather?
Did Yehudi know my doctor
Did a storm bring them together
Give up to that motion that you study
that you’re cultivating
Throwing is one single impulse
Then the missile does the rest
Little Karen, though you’re small
You’ll find things are the way you tell them
Because your little space existed
You’ll have a concert just for one.
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Quinta London, UK
Quinta is a London-based multi-instrumentalist performer, improviser and experimental composer.
She is one quarter of Collectress and works with a number of other artists.
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