1. |
Telling
03:14
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i felt at home in the great noise
that great big welcoming void
it whipped up
a huge
feeling
in me
(so tender)
and I heard the voices in the trees
and their words came to mean
all darkness ! undone !
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2. |
Gust
03:39
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it's so hard to know
how strong the wind will blow
so I work hard to stand still
(seems like the wind is always blowing
in the direction I'm going
pushing me back)
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3. |
Silence Breaks
02:58
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silence breaks the day
but when you're describing it
you've already ruined
silence breaks the day
and you can only live in it
if you don't acknowledge it
when i perceive silence
i move to fill it up
i move to feel busy
i move to ruin
but i hate this instinct
i want to feel still
i want to leave the world
alone
so that silence breaks the day
waking up in the forest
or biking in the morning
silence breaks the day
it shows the love
for the old growth inside you
and how it's roots are buried
so deep
and when they're exposed
it brings out the best in you
that's why i'm happiest
sitting on a grassy rock face
watching waves crash on waves
and stone and pool
that's when silence breaks the day
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4. |
Mountains
02:57
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the mountains in my town
are glassy and gross
and when i head north i'm still
swallowed by their shadow
so i keep close
to the dust of the world
and the world in the dirt
all the worlds that i love
experience real beauty
in the cracks of crumbling brick
in green leaves smashing windows
in the earth left to itself
and if my favorite vacant lot
gets turned into a high rise condo
i'll shed a single
wide tear
but i will learn to move and love
genuinely
the sacred world of dust
and the person i choose to
travel with and trust
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5. |
Moving
02:10
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6. |
New Clarity
03:04
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there isn't always such clarity
it comes and goes
in wide billows
there isn't always a truth in mystery
it can keep you in the dark
but when the wind picks up
there is no mystery
we shudder and shake
and lose all control
this is how we learn to cope
this is how we learn to live
with insignificance in the face of elements
barreling in sharp and pointed when you least expect it
it blows you back
but watch how the blade of grass bends
or how the tree gets uprooted
or how your body is slowly sinking into the dirt
there is so much power in
standing still
or walking slowly
while the world unfolds
around you
there isn't always such clarity
but when it comes hold it close
or die searching for it's ghost
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7. |
Slow Burying
03:55
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slow burying, i am
slowly burying
my body in layers of clothe and bone
so it
doesn't show
soft encouraging, i am
softly encouraging
my life to be free and affirming
naturally
genuinely
and it brings a feeling that is
so rare
raw progress by any means is
so rare
slow burning, i am
slowly burning
holy wood from my bedroom mantle
it clouds my dreams with thick uplifting smoke
and this
ritual slows down the day
and keeps me breathing
in the rhythm of the river where i
spent my early life
learning, imprinting, soaking
to feel at home anywhere is
so rare
to stay true to the old self is
so rare
but i am
always remembering
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8. |
River
02:46
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9. |
Breaking
02:50
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ice
it was all ice
i opened the door
and became canvas in the wind
bludgeoned
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Ana Woulfe Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
artist printmaker musician soft freak transexuelle caring person smiley face
ana@deeperclarity.net
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