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Standing alone, on a lonely winter day
They wrap my body, in a bloody gauze
Punished for high crimes, of independent thoughts
They lift my body, to the pyre
Shove our corpses from the river shore
Burn our ashes to the sky
Floating down from north to south
The river spirits tell the tale
Of the families endless search
For all the disappeared
Shove their corpses from the river shore
Burn their ashes to the sky
(poem)
the autocrats lost
in the wilderness wandering
the forest of delusion
or the reproving slap
of father, sir, boss boss
and the instability
of blindfolds that shield
necklaces of chains and nails
for soldiers
and boys
Floating past dividing lines
Telegraph these genocides and lies
Floating down from north to south
Tear the spirits through the town
These ancient lands held hostage
Burn the empire down
Shove their corpses from the river shore
Burn their ashes to the sky
(poem)
the autocrats lost
in the wilderness wandering
the forest of delusion
or the reproving slap
of father, sir, boss boss
and the instability
of blindfolds that shield
necklaces of chains and nails
for soldiers
and boys
two thousand years
of longing stupefied tantrum
the oxhearts and oxlips
or the blackness of cherries
that burn through the snow
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Standing alone, on a lonely winter day
They wrap my body, in a bloody gauze
Punished for high crimes, of independent thoughts
They lift my body, to the pyre
Shove our corpses from the river shore
Burn our ashes to the sky
Floating down from north to south
The river spirits tell the tale
Of the families endless search
For all the disappeared
Shove their corpses from the river shore
Burn their ashes to the sky
(poem)
the autocrats lost
in the wilderness wandering
the forest of delusion
or the reproving slap
of father, sir, boss boss
and the instability
of blindfolds that shield
necklaces of chains and nails
for soldiers
and boys
Floating past dividing lines
Telegraph these genocides and lies
Floating down from north to south
Tear the spirits through the town
These ancient lands held hostage
Burn the empire down
Shove their corpses from the river shore
Burn their ashes to the sky
(poem)
the autocrats lost
in the wilderness wandering
the forest of delusion
or the reproving slap
of father, sir, boss boss
and the instability
of blindfolds that shield
necklaces of chains and nails
for soldiers
and boys
two thousand years
of longing stupefied tantrum
the oxhearts and oxlips
or the blackness of cherries
that burn through the snow
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released June 1, 2021
Produced by Ethan Port.
Recorded and mixed 21-28 May, 2021 by Nicholas Taplin at Post-Consumer in Oakland, CA.
www.post-consumer.com.
Re-mastered By Jeff McCollough at Grand Avenue Sound, Everett, Washington. 23 July, 2021
Lyrics by Ethan Port, arranged with Sophia Campbell.
Poem “Blindfolds” by Maw Shein Win (the first poet laureate of El Cerrito).
Music written by Moeser.
Produced by Ethan Port.
Performers:
Sophia Campbell (LSD and the Search for God) - Vocals.
Mantra Plonsey - Poem Vocals.
Gar McVey-Russell - Tablas.
Moeser:
Ethan Port (Savage Republic / F-SPACE) - Bass, Guitar.
Dan Plonsey - Clarinet, Baritone Saxophone.
Thomas Scandura (The Molecules) - Drums.