1. |
Out Here
01:45
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Out here
The land yawns on.
From and to no
where
a thousand, million untethered acres
christened in the moon's reflection
Out here
farmers crowd the bars
waiting
for a shoot between famines
Out here
the fields are full of soldiers
waiting
for fever to subside or their hands to thaw
Out here
children crowd the shops along the seaside
waiting
for a tide swollen enough to carry them back to the factory
Out here
all roads lead to limbo
Here
in my old dream
I am steeling myself for the crossing
for the chasm
for the tundra
for the void
for whatever lies ahead
dallying in the liminal fog
swapping stories about the predator
and
clinging feebly to the lattice of coincidence
Another hungry ghost
at best
a bag of wind and a storyline
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2. |
Pacts with Beasts
05:43
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And I make pacts
with beasts
I make peace
with
animals
and I visit them
where they take shelter
we talk all night, knowing
they won't remember
I ask them how it feels
to be
invisible
they wonder how
I feel not
being free
always looking
looking anywhere
only to wind up no where no
where at all
seeing nothing, just guessing
that there's
something more
around the corner
on the other side
just down the road
seeing nothing, just guessing
that there's
some thing more
around the corner
on the other side
just down
the road
and out here in
the street
all my friends are
cannibals
and I visit them
where they take shelter
and we talk all night, knowing
they won't remember
they ask me how it feels to be
invisible
I wonder
how they feel
not being free
when I was younger
I used to wonder
just who would find me
and now I'm older
and I want
to wander
unfound by everyone
unknown to anyone
unknown to me
to be alone
ahead or behind
it makes no difference
when I walk alone.
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3. |
I Am That
05:00
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I am
I am that
I am that which
I am that which can't
I am that which can't be
I am that which can't be broken
Born of totemic imagery and
dreams of distance
Born of the night that always teems with life
while hinting death
Born of the hunt that always ends in solitude once
my mark is made
Born of the river rushing, striking awe into
the hearts across it's ward
Born of the wind that howls across the sand
blocking out the sun
We are
We are that
We are that which
We are that which begs
We are that which begs a
We are that which begs a question
Saddled by an archetype and ridden by
the past
Born into a ladder leading nowhere but
the end
Born into a tunnel, turned to hallway, turned
to maze
Born into a story, full of drama start
to end
And me
I just want to be satisfied
And me
I just want to be free
And me
I just want to hide my face until it's over
But it seems I've got no choice so here
I am
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4. |
It Just Does
03:09
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(And) I watch the world turn round
and
I watch the sun beat the ground
I watch the clouds filling up
just to let out again
it just comes down again
it just does
I don't question
the night
The magic of electric light
I've hardly seen the sun come up
when it goes down again
it just goes down again
it just does
I lie and wait on the beach
throw
rocks at birds hovering just out of reach
I wonder why
I wonder what
is going down again
it just comes down again
it just goes down
it just does
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5. |
Little Prince
03:22
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6. |
Persona
05:58
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The billowing fog of persona
The dream of the dream
The dream of dreaming
Some face appearing
Some kind of fool
Some kind of dancer
Some kind of sage
Some kind of beggar
Some kind of vision
Some kind of King
Some kind of cancer
Some kind of kingdom
Some kind of cancer
Some kind of kingdom
Some kind of cancer
Some kind of kingdom
Some kind of cancer
Some kind of vision
Some kind of rapture
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7. |
Division
01:52
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8. |
Nothing Lasts
03:27
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And there will come a time
when the breeze has turned to wind
and when the sun
will dim
to almost nothing in
the sky
Nothing Lasts
And there will come a time
all our tracks have disappeared
and every trace
will be unreadable
to the ones that
walk
behind
Nothing Lasts
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9. |
Death and the Compass
06:05
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10. |
Homes by the Sea
03:23
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Leave
Home
live lost for awhile
and then
tire of it all and settle
where you'd only hoped to summer
Grow old
give up on the hustle
and then
laugh at all the little ones and beg them
to slow down
Start
counting stars
naming each after someone
long lost or
some old street you once walked on
before you settled down
And we'll all have homes
all have homes
all have homes
All have homes
all have homes by the sea
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Miles Cooper Seaton Los Angeles, California
Miles Cooper Seaton is a nomadic artist, performer, composer, poet and educator. His work aims to transform each context it encounters into a temporary home inside the crisis of life.
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