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A Sacred Text

from CROW by BAAN

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Greta, you’re sinking
Into the ocean
A little bit at a time
And the people
Who say they adore you
One day soon will ignore you

The rich are gonna fly
The poor will die
In the new age
The seas are gonna fall
The seasons crawl
In the ice age

Greta, you better sail home
You think you know what’s going on
But Greta, they’re using what you are
You don’t need them to be a superstar

The Lords of England
Will not freeze
The commons of England
On their knees

Snow Queen
Snow Queen

Greta, what are you thinking?
Your devotion
To your religion
Will see people
Suffer by the million
From the cold
You say isn’t real

The sun still shines
In the middle of the night
Just because you can’t imagine it
Doesn’t make you right

[shame on you, shame on you, shame on you]

Rosemary was the head girl at my school
A thousand years young and no fool
What happened to Rosemary?
What happened to you Rosemary?

She tried to pick me up
In a tiny little van
But I was no man
I fucked the whole thing up
Dear Rosemary

Came in, the room was burning
Sat down, heads were turning
We broke the walls to let the music sing for
Rosemary

Rosemary

I was living on board a ship
I gave the Captain the slip
Nobody knows where Rosemary goes

She travels through infinite space
With elegant calm and grace
DaVinci loves her face
Dear Rosemary
Dear Rosemary
Dear Rosemary

Everything goes there
Nothing will grow there
And time will not flow there
Is gravity really everywhere?

Nothing is seen in the heart of the sun
Caught in your mind but it hasn’t begun
The weatherman has you under his thumb
The weatherman
The weatherman

[Fucking hell.
What the hell’s going on?]

[Uh, the music was not just music, was not just something nice to listen to, but was an instrument of global enlightenment, that it had a kind of, the significance of a sacred text.]

Everything's louder than everything else in this world
The music hurts like decibels of pain
Gathering in the gutter, the falling rain
Everything's louder than everything else in this world

Every word I say is a lie
No-one dies, no-one ever dies

The rivers flow too fast for the oceans and the sky
They say one day we might all drown
I live by the sea, I guess I’m going down
The rivers flow too fast for the oceans and the sky

Once I dreamed of hang gliding over machair sands
Who knew if I would ever land?
Turns out I never did, instead I fell
Once I dreamed of hang gliding over machair sands

The body breaks, the mind escapes
The mind escapes as the body breaks

Greta, you’re sinking
Into the ocean
A little bit at a time
And the people
Who say they adore you
One day soon will ignore you

The rich are gonna fly
The poor will die
In the new age
The seas are gonna fall
The seasons crawl
In the ice age

Greta, you better sail home
You think you know what’s going on
But Greta, they’re using what you are
You don’t need them to be a superstar

The Lords of England
Will not freeze
The commons of England
Down on their knees

Snow Queen
Snow Queen

Greta, what are you thinking?
Your devotion
To your religion
Will see people
Suffer by the million
From the cold
You say isn’t real

The sun still shines
In the middle of the night
Just because you can’t imagine it
Doesn’t make you right

One more time
One more time

[Breathe. Stop trying to figure it all out. It’s how you let go, and if you feel that the terror is sweeping in and about to overwhelm you, don’t follow that thought. As soon as you follow that thought it leads to another thought, such as, “What if I can’t handle this? What if this is too much?” which leads to the thought of, “Maybe this is too much” which leads you to the thought of, “This is too much” which leads to the thought of, “I need this to end now, now, now, get me out of here, get me out of here.” As soon as you enter that panic state, oh the trip goes bad fast.]

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from CROW, released November 7, 2019

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Peri Urban UK

Like all musicians I wished I had the same number of limbs as an octopus. My wish was granted, but not in the way I had hoped for. My cephalopod partner is an enthusiastic volunteer from the worldwide animal charity Save Humans From Themselves. We share a special kind of love. ... more

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