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Mourning After

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Mother matron of the morning time
Ebb and flow as the sun will rise
Colossal gods run the expanses
Pulling you in with their dark black tide

I am not as small as I believe I am
I am god to your mother
I am mother of man
Command your ancestors
Hold their heads in my hand
I won’t swim in your ocean
Colossus
I can’t

Tell me you love me
And light me on fire
Fuck me to death
On my funeral pyre
I’ll become your rock
I can’t feel your love
Is this the abyss
That your god speaks of

I am not as small as I think I am
I am god to your mother
I am mother of man
Command your ancestors
Through no slight of hand
I won’t swim in your ocean
Colossus
I can’t

You are not as small as you think you are
You throw yourself into my waters
But you won’t go far
I am not the one you wanted
But I’m all you have
I’m your only saving grace
In this colossal black

Lose your conscience
Your purity
Give up your body
Give it to me
Lose your religion
Lose your soul
Give me your life
Give me it whole

I can't swim this anymore
I can give you nothing more

I am not as small as I think I am
I am god to your mother
I am mother of man
Command your ancestors
Hold their heads in my hand
I won’t swim in your ocean
Colossus
I can’t

You are not as small as you think you are
You throw yourself into my waters
But you won’t go far
I am not the one you wanted
But I’m all you have
I’m your only saving grace
In this colossal black

colossus - ethel cain

SIMILAR SITUATION

Download on Bandcamp includes a .pdf with writings about the ideas behind this project.

Dewdrops & Daybreak:

A story about a relationship between individuals and the life cycle, “Dewdrops & Daybreak” harbors the idea that we are nothing more than a droplet of dew, brought to life under specific conditions, only to face our demise as natural change occurs. The “birth” of a dewdrop, the condensing of microscopic particles of water out of the air down onto a surface is a gift given to the plant world (when it is warm outside). Beauty rises as the sunlight cracks and refracts through the droplets. They come from seemingly out of thin air, singing their song for a brief time as the day begins, bringing with them nourishment, a freshness to the planet. From down on the ground, it may seem like something obvious, but if one steps back, out into the vast reaches of the universe, suddenly the circumstances that dewdrops occur in become incredibly rare, making this happening one of the special parts of this world. As the sun breaches and rises above, the dewdrops begin to face their own demise, while the rest of the world wakes, and begins again.

Thank you for reading and listening. The thoughts included here are but jumping off points…

colossus - ethel cain

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