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Gavia Immer
05:57
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Don't get down about science: a law could come with an antidote and anesthetic, so just in case I change my mind, I wouldn't be to blame and I wouldn't feel a thing; there are reflections on the back of my spoon.
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Shagbark Hickory Tree
04:23
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Collage
04:40
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White filming soaks the suns of heathens / flagrant bird, don't melt into the ground / piece of feather glue them all together our collage will fly away like a wing / flaky fowl won't chuckle anymore / sold some copper for my shoes and slippers, feeling cold down in my toesies/ cities singing all the muffled twin things and the towns move up and down in phase...
5 for 3 more, run run
sounds are slipping all around the kitchen, and the knives seem extra sharp in the morning / very angry, like I'm missing, maybe / surge of symptoms and the grass chomps me away / fortune finds me in a hole of blinding trifle lights and bells that never ring / sold a rocker, wood and good and prosper / don't those shoes feel so nice around my toes
5 for 3 more, run run
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Can We Paint Our Bodies
03:41
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Can we sleep here, make the oak leaves our bed?
Can we lay together, let our brain waves go?
Can we float here, let the tree tops wash our hands?
Can we paint our bodies?
Can we cover our heads?
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Wooden Habit
04:24
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show our spines and roll in paint, make circles, cascade down the canvas
roll in purples blues and yellows
roll inside, intrigue and fellow
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Dirge the Kingdom
04:42
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Tangerines
05:24
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Sometimes I think I'll never hear you again, but hard eyes are built with heavy porcelain. Scuttle across scores of silent seas for morbid methodology, spacious thinly aging strings of self-autonomy.
Cold shaky fingers for a silent films or clasp a memory of sparkling egregious occupation distrophy--there is no space between you and me.
my love, you were the all-inspired theophany!
Scuttle across floors for sounds in seas of morbid methodology.
Black space in between breathing things will recede.
Black moldy tangerines, don't quit breathing in.
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Ceremony
00:27
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Barns
05:09
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mouths are open at all times, for the luckiest forms might crawl inside
barns are burning of all kinds, giving red, blue, green, and purplish lights
love, let's move to equador, heading hand in hand to rich or to poor
now I can't use my eyes anymore, and my body is sprawled out on the floor
entertaining eyes, now I'm blind
as you are in front of me, as you walk in front of me
as we all float along, we will all turn around in the ebb tides
as we all dance along, we will all sing along in the sub-marine
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Octagon
11:45
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I had the strangest dream; these things were worn at the seams, turned all ridiculous.
I heard the strangest language; a border crossed over my english, and its glow was beautiful.
Biologies flashed on a screen-- a malady held by these strings, traced in my octagon.
speak to the skulls in their chairs
lines realign when they're scared
wrap me in up in cinnamon and tangles
so circle up and trace along the ground
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Wapiti and the Manatee Santa Barbara, California
I explore elements of modern classical, folk, and electronic ambience. "Wapiti and the Manatee" refers to the synthesis with
collaborators in some of these pieces.
I've been honored to perform with John Rutter, Nina Nastasia, Ellen Fullman, and Kelly Rossum, and to collaborate with Alex Edelman, Clifton Nesseth, and many others.
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