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tsuga
03:26
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only in the hemlock grove
may her true name be known
she who speaks the tongue
of beast and bone
she sets her feet upon the ground
shooting roots down
into mycelium
and their histories of what will become
the mysteries of what the earth contains
are pumping now into her veins
only in the hemlock grove
may her true name be known
she who speaks the tongue
of beast and bone
and there arises a single note
sang out as blessing to the grove
it dances at the bridge of her throat
connecting above with below
only in the hemlock grove
may her true name be known
she who speaks the tongue
of beast and bone
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then I could only see
what the shadow asked of me
my body became heavy as led
my worship had sunken
but when I met you
I asked their devil for the truth
and long ago they told me
don’t let the wild things in
build walls inside your body
that’s how you’ll learn to live
but I let you in
world without sin
I let you in
they all said i just needed rest
but i longed to awaken
may this panic be fed
to a greater rhyme or reason
I know I am not forsaken
from the garden of Eden
and long ago they told me
don’t let the wild things in
build walls inside your body
that’s how you’ll learn to live
but I let you in
world without sin
I let you in
and I said I’d keep my heart open
but will that only lead
to my home being broken into
I let my guard down, for you
and can you understand
what it takes for me to feel safe around
anyone other than myself
I’ve been through hell, too
and long ago they told me
don’t let the wild things in
build walls inside your body
that’s how you’ll learn to live
but I let you in
world without sin
I let you in
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sacred wound
03:51
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down, down into
the hoot of the howl
I hear outside my window at night
and i descend
into my darkness
deep within you is a key
you have to turn it to be free
from all the thoughts that keep hanging you up
like why the hell you’re not good enough
may we unmask the shadows of our hearts
and learn to see the strength in our scars
down, down into
the sacred wound
we each carry through this life
to face it takes courage
the riddle to find our purpose
deep within you is a key
you have to turn it to be free
from all the thoughts that keep hanging you up
like why the hell you’re not good enough
may we unmask the shadows of our hearts
and learn to see the strength in our scars
mirror, mirror on the wall
bring to light my unseen scars
those that linger right beneath the surface
they’re keeping me small
blinding me from my purpose
may we heal these sacred wounds
and learn to embrace what we’re here to do
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know name
03:26
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I see it in the way
you brush your hair
the way you stare in the mirror
I see it in the way
you turn your gaze
when you share what’s real
I see it in the way
all your shame
all that shame
and sometimes i just want to escape
I dream of jumping on that train
can i leave behind all of this weight i carry
I want no one to know my name
I want no one to know my name
I see it in the way
I push you away from me
when i think you might leave
I see it in the way
I act like i don’t need
all you try and give to me
I see it in the way
all my shame
all that shame
and i know we just want to run away
but what does it take to sit with the pain
may we gain the strength
to bear the weight
of all this shame
because i want you to know my
and i want to know your
because i want you to know my
and i want to know your name
know my name
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5. |
witch’s brew
04:59
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whippin’ up that witch’s brew
infusing it with charmed ingredients
the nucleus of a dark star
and though i feel your magnetic pull
pulling me in in in
invisible is what you are
and i continue to
hover around and around you
in an orbit of steady tension
until ah
snaps the taught threading
that had kept us apart
in spin dancing
whippin’ up that witch’s brew
infusing it with charmed ingredients
the nucleus of a dark star
and though i feel your magnetic pull
pulling me in in in
invisible is what you are
and it still resounds in my ear
your resonance as i interfere
suddenly becoming
sporadic, erratic, erotic
just imaging the slithering touch
of this thunder perfect being
before her strike of lightning
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i weave my web
04:20
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I saw the spider weaving
and to me she told a story
she said you know my web is delicate
each strand alive and sensitive
yet in it i can catch my prey
silk and soft it is my strength
I gazed upon on the spider’s web
she showed me my fate instead
Grandmother weave for me
the person that i came to be
‘cause sometimes I still get dizzy
just standing on this earth
that keeps on spinning
with this web i’ve woven worlds
each rhyme and every word
go inside and you will find
that you can cast a spell like mine
follow the threads of feeling
follow the threads of feeling
I gazed upon on the spider’s web
she showed me my fate instead
Grandmother weave for me
the person that i came to be
‘cause sometimes I still get dizzy
just standing on this earth
that keeps on spinning
I saw the spider weaving
and to me she told a story
she said there is strength in sensitivity
there is strength in sensing everything
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beckoning
05:46
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today the demon reared her fangs
asking will she be the one you keep
or will she push you away
because of the thought you might not stay
fear my friend
is a many-headed beast
take a pause
a moment to breathe
and every mouth of snarling teeth
turns into a portal
beckoning
tonight might i sink too deep
revealed the shadowed parts of me
I fear i’m not enough
is that too much to love?
I fear i’m not enough
is that too much to love?
fear my friend
is a many-headed beast
take a pause
a moment to breathe
and every mouth of snarling teeth
turns into a portal
beckoning
when a heavy cloud descends
from head to heart
remember you’re darkness holding the stars apart
shout into the cobwebbed corners
shout into the storm
starry night my soul
fear my friend
is a many-headed beast
take a pause
a moment to breathe
and every mouth of snarling teeth
turns into a portal
beckoning
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cicada corpse
01:46
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this morning
I opened the door
and on the porch
was a cicada corpse
ah it came like a metaphor
for i had just awoke from a dream
where you had forgiven her
forgiven me
I jumped into your arms
I wrapped my legs around your body
you had shed the hardness of your heart
won’t you shed that exoskeleton?
let me witness the softness in your eyes again
won’t you shed that exoskeleton?
let me witness the softness in your eyes again
won’t you shed that exoskeleton?
let me witness the softness in your eyes again
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the thread
04:10
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candlelight burns
shadow dances on the wall
inward I unfurl
towards the mystery of it all
les rêves
the threads that connect us all
dreams
the realm where depths are told
this is the way we see what’s possible
this is the place we’re shown what’s stopping us from
awakening
when i arise
the page may be blank
don’t hesitate to write
the message will find its way
les rêves
the threads that connect us all
dreams
the realm where depths are told
this is the way we see what’s possible
this is the place we’re shown what’s stopping us from
awakening
what is the reason we sleep at night?
may we continue to dream this earth alive
les rêves
the threads that connect us all
dreams
may we recognize the power they hold
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10. |
crow’s wings
03:03
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and I had lost my name
so they took me away
although i begged to stay
they were frightened of me
they called me crazy
all to say the loved me
so by the crow’s wings she flew
that girl i once knew
she now soars the night sky
casting her rhymes
holding her darkness
letting it shine
casting her rhymes
holding her darkness
letting it shine
and this is my goodbye
to the part of me I lost that night
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11. |
decomposing
02:47
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I feel the currents
washing me downstream
my skin turns to dust
as the waters rush
my hair turns moss green
as worms squirm over me
my flesh turns to earth
this is the seed of birth
when you think you’re dead
you’re just getting started
I’m always already
decomposing
into the imaginal cells of my body
there is a code
there is a spell
the chrysalis conjures
my new self
decompose into me
intimacy
emerge with me
who are we?
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Jordann Funk Kingston, New York
As a self-taught musician, Jordann Funk embraces the art of intuitive folk— leaning into atypical tunings and fingerpicking to translate songs from etheric, earthen, and emotional realms. Her candid yet otherworldly vocals ring out, sometimes with a growl, amidst immersive soundscapes and field recordings that transport the listener to a place of reflection. ... more
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