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In The Temple
07:31
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In The Temple (Bottle/Darke)
Shibboleth, we left you by the shore
Shibboleth, could there be any more?
Virtually you led us to the light:
Prepared us for the shade
Suddenly you Washed away the night
Until our Home was made
Oh, I don’t want to be alone
I long to be in the Temple
Got to find our way back Home
Then we can be in the Temple
Shibboleth, you lead us to a tree
Shibboleth, another way to be
Gracefully reveal a path to take
And open up the door
Iron in the offerings we make:
For we are broken to our core
Oh, I don’t want to be alone
I long to be in the Temple
Got to Mend our way back Home
Then we can be in the Temple
Mend us...
Shibboleth, you bring us to the cave
Shibboleth, this mystery you gave
Surely that is Venus on the wall
Or a shamanic minotaur
And Churning with the Meanest of them all
Our dear volcanic herbivore
Oh, I don’t want to be alone
I want to be in the Temple
We must wind our way back Home
Then we can be in the Temple
Let’s all go to the Temple...
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Cantus
05:39
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Cantus (Bottle)
O Moon we are bathed in your afterbirth
The Goddess of the Hunt you command the Earth
And Mars you impress with your mighty arm
Wild Feral Beast I am in your charm
I Wash the sheets and use the Iron
O Mercury we are Mended in your foundries
The Guardian of Our Souls you bless our boundaries
Jupiter we are Brewed by your firmament
Leader of the Sky and truth impermanent
I Wash the sheets and use the Iron
Mend a heart and Brew the wine
O Venus I am Churned by your versatility
The Goddex of all Sex and Fertility
Saturn we are Baked by your Golden Cage
Father of All Time you dissolve the age
I Wash the sheets and use the Iron
Mend a hole and Brew the wine
Churn the milk then we can Bake
O Sun let us Rest in your healing light
For by the Brightest Star it is never night
<We are transformed...>
Moon, Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Venus, Saturn, Sun
We Wash the sheets and use the Iron
Mend a hole and Brew the wine
Churn the milk so we can Bake
Then we’ll Rest for goodness sake
Moon the sheets and Mars the Iron
Mercury a hole and Jupiter the wine
Venus the milk, Saturn we can Bake
Give us Sun for goodness sake
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3. |
The Wash
06:37
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The Wash (Bottle/Darke)
It’s the start of the week
Though I wanted a lie in
Reality is so bleak
Will you Wash me? Will you Wash me?
All the clothes in my room
They are mangled and dirty
Always screaming of doom
Will you wash me? Will you wash me?
These days are merging
Life seems a dirge and still
We are hanging on every line
So I fell out of bed
And I put on a cycle
The spin is all in my head
Will you Soap me? Will you Soap me?
There’s a mess in the way
And we’re trying to focus
Do they hear what we say?
Will you Scrub me? Will you Scrub me?
In the broken machine
We’re getting into a lather
Can we ever be clean?
Will you Scrub me? will you Scrub me?
Just get on with the day
(Come in, the water’s lovely!)
Trust in all this palaver (trust)
And whatever they say
Will you Rinse me? Will you Rinse me?
Will you Rinse me?
Will you Dry me?
Will you Wash me? Will you Wash me?
Will you Scrub me? Will you Scrub me?
Will you Rinse me? Will you Rinse me?
Will you Dry me?
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4. |
Ironing Days
05:32
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5. |
The Melting
01:54
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The Melting (Bottle/Darke/Harding/Batson/Holbrook)
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The Mending (Bottle/Darke)
Here comes another chapter
It’s kind of Homespun but we don’t care
Witness how all is broken
Another rerun so let’s repair
<A thread is found>
Here’s where Valborga appears
When something needs Mending
She pricks up her ears
Perching until she can climb
And so we are taking a thread at a time
<A thread is cast>
Culture
Is not a mirror
It is a hammer
With which to shape
<Hammer time>
How do the other half live?
There’s one side that takes if the other will give
There are two sides to a hem
So let us inhabit the us and the them
<Incantation of Mercurial Mending>
To what do we say yes and to whom?
Inheritance by sword or by loom?
Discovering that we must accept
What will not be Mended?
When will be Mended?
How can we be Mended?
Homespun
Without our bodies
In supernature
We will repair
<There goes another chapter...>
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7. |
The Brewing
03:18
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The Brewing (Harding)
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8. |
The Mead
05:49
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The Mead (Bottle/Darke)
<Malting begins>
Time for Brewing
Here is where we germinate
Primed for stewing we wait...
<Mashing>
Now releasing
Sugar for a future phase
How unceasing: this maze
<Lautering/Sparging>
<Boiling>
I’m a little teapot...
<Fermenting>
<Conditioning>
Mead it ages
Unwanted flavours dissipate
Heed the stages: gestate
<Filtering/Bottling>
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9. |
Black Swan
07:31
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Black Swan (Bottle/Darke)
On our journey through the process
Somehow we got to Churning day
A rupture in the myth of progress:
Behold the chart of exponential decay
Hold on in the time of Churning
To an unforeseen event
We’ve all run from the gift of learning
Another black swan could change our shape again
Flowing from the darkest mountain
We can’t let a crisis go to waste
In the shadow by the fountain
Relinquish what you thought you needed to taste
(We are Churned)
There is no other world than the one we’re in
There is no other tide for the time we’re in
There is no other world than the one we’re in
There is no other tide for the time we’re in
There is no other mess than the mess we’re in
After this initiation
Returning to community
This is not a simulation
We are alive to unfolding melody
So hold on in the time of Churning
To an unforeseen event
We’ve all run from the gift of learning
Another black swan could change our shape again
There is no other planet that we’re living on
We know one day that all of this it will be gone
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10. |
The Harvest
00:36
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The Harvest (Bottle)
Sometimes the Harvest, of the things we said and did
May seem peculiar when re-opening the lid
Sometimes the silence is so painful it can hurt
But I know something wonderful is in the dirt
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11. |
The Wolf
07:26
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The Wolf (Bottle/Darke)
<Saturn comes into view>
All through the week our ingredients happened to grow
Foraging them an experience, so off we go
A pencil, non-stop lead,
a sticky jar lid, crochet thread,
Soggy paper that might have had the meaning of life written on it
Just mix them up, each gram and cup
The wolf is in my heart and I will Bake him sweet bread
And make a start to fill what cannot be said...
But only felt through care and sharing the path...
Of what we are now Lupinus is by our hearth
Here is an everyday monolith
What is it for?
Is there a way we can honour it?
Open the drawer:
some pre-boiled cowrie shells,
an unthought random act of kindness
Mammoths from some melted time; all ingredients of liquid
So much to do, we muddle through
The wolf is in my heart
and I will bake him sweet bread
And make a start to fill what cannot be said
But only felt through care and sharing the path...
Of where we are now Lupinus is by our hearth
<Lupinus dreams...the fire rages...we are Baked>
The wolf is in my heart
and will Bake him sweet bread
And make a start to fill what cannot be said
But only felt through care and sharing the path
Of who we are now Lupinus is by our hearth
The veil is thin now and we cannot change the past
But there’s no reason that the future can’t be cast
We are the Sequins and the Icing on the Cake
And trust the wolf in us accepts this humble Bake
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12. |
The Rest
11:01
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The Rest (Bottle/Darke)
So to Resting Day
Light the candles for some horseplay
Could there be wisdom?
A kaleidoscope prism in our solar plexus, a bending of the light?
First you Wash me
Steam and Press
Sew and Mend me
Brew and Bless
Then you Churn me up
And Bake the earth
Now I’m drowsy ‘cause it all goes back to Shibboleth
It all goes back to Shibboleth
It all goes back
At the obelus
We encounter something breathless
The truth dawns slowly
Almost feels holy
Right about the juncture
where our skull bones tend to meet.
First you Wash me
Steam and Press
Sew and Mend me
Brew and Bless
Then you Churn me up
And Bake the earth
Now I’m drowsy ‘cause it all goes back to Shibboleth
It all goes back to Shibboleth
It all goes back
It’s the end of the Week
Sweet dreams of Shibboleth...
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Billie Bottle Devon, UK
Welcome to the world of Billie Bottle, singer, multi-instrumentalist, composer and band
leader.
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