Name: Lisa by Fallen Butnotdown
Duration: 5 min 40 s
Description: Lisa, is about a connection to a memory, once lost, but never forgotten. Gently held. Ever falling.

Alien Archaeology – Noah Sherrin (Mirage w/ other MNTRA Instruments)

This track is from the album el-Hadra "The Mystik Dance" and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/klauswiese

El-Hadra the Mystik Dance

Charlotte Durie

Lisa, is about a connection to a memory, once lost, but never forgotten. Gently held. Ever falling.

Lisa

Brünhilde's Revenge by Adam Hochstatter

Black Obelisk - Oliver Patrice Weder

Benny - Andy Blaney

Ælfhood’s elegy


It has been told
We are the Children of the Dream
And in the calamity of what may seem
We hold

It is spoken
We witness Wardens falling. fire. burn. cost
Into scattered directions our Round Table is lost
The Ring broken

Cast out from our Treehome 
on branches dividing
Each Leave we turn away
from the Way of abiding

at the Centre of things
where it silent, sings
like Faith Chickadee
at the Heartwood of Tree

Chosen pain parts us like forks in the tongue
Fear-based reaction makes chaos among
The paths are confusing the ruse is unsung   
The muse is mute
Transmute, transform
But   the   Storm
Our Family’s reign done
No  one.
Cold trail shiver nigh
It is to cry
Chosen rules breaking our hearts 
survive sleeping
The waste of our watch is the Autumn of Keeping
We fall to fly

It is said
We are empty eyes blinded by mirror and fire 
We are pale masks of the mutant mouth Liar
We flatten the spiral our promise is being
Stain cages in jail of the tale we aren’t seeing
We authorize lies won’t look into each other’s eyes
betray
our lovers to the fray
Eyed away, hideaway
We gorge, forging our lease
Light murder obese
We defecate home hate loam
We are partying desperate to crack code this game            
Feet frozen refusing to stomach the shame
of our addict’s yes of our miser’s no
of the superficial horror of this runaway show

We are all the rage 
We are their stories re-written
their page we must read
We are the wound of the Earth when we bleed
We are done with despair 
yet we don’t breathe the air
through the gaps we can’t follow
hearts aren’t hollow enough
we don’t see 
the bluff
Go—
but we don’t know
how to be what is free
It is said
we are dead, so

Die
It is nigh
Goodbye
Goodbye to the sleepers in fear paradigm
Awaken the Harmony Keepers of rhyme
It is Time 

It has been spoken
We are the Ones we have been waiting for
From shut up to silence to open mouth roar
We have been knocking from inside the door
Eye open 
Awoken

It is to say
We shine in the centring purpose of Sun
We decree dawn at the Gate that’s begun
In the home of our hearts we have already won
The game we play

It is the word
We walk the edge between unknown and known
Becoming the Sovereign at home on the throne
We are creating the wings we’ve once flown
Like Bird

Come in
Come in
This Circle encompasses everything	
Let go
Let go
Shadow

We are renewing the ring of Ælfhood
To recall the Round Table at which we once stood
With brother and sister and father in hand
We stand.
With sister and brother and mother in hand
We light the Watch once again for this land
In the centre of Self we tend this love flame
We are Game.

We’re the write play between
We are Realing the scene

We are playing by far
We are saying we are
Wind speaking spells like the birth of a star

We are I mages disguised by the Hood
We are Tree Keeper of chanted in wood
With Deer paws we walk on the Sacred Red Road 
With snake wings we transform the D N A code
We are lovers uniquely re-parting the Heart
We are golden eyed prayers giving god gifts of art
We are the Self in the Hood of this cloak
We are black laughter light multiverse joke
Together we’re Gaia shapeshifting our way
From the version of fear to the story of play

From the Watch Tower we light
Don’t fight bender
Surrender
From the Watch Tower we Keep,
Leap
We are lying in sheep, 
Lion Leap

Whisper to dawn, wind blow
Nothing to owe
Kin let go

We are the Planet’s Lucid Team and so
In the cataclysm of what may seem to flow
We Dream
yo.
the Seventh Rainbow is glistening, 
Gaia is listening
Your Self do follow, through the hollow 
of heart and uniqueness of part

It has been spelled so. Now go 
be good 
god in this Hood.

It is told so
We are the Children of the Dream
And in the ruin of what may seem
We let go

SevenSpeak

Ælfhood's Elegy

which word will i dissect like i belong to the sect of the analyzing committee? 
which word will i dissect till what you meant is wrecked?
which word will i dismember because i can’t remember how to listen beneath?
my teeth scrutinize sharply your every spoken song
and whether i am right or whether you are wrong 
i’m going to make this long and bitter and be sated by hate because i refuse to translate

which word word wych
none of them none of them
which word wind wizard
are you gonna Mind like Lizard

which word will i choose so i can point out your fallacy?
which sentence will host the crafty ruse of my mental acuity?
which paragraph will i refuse to prove i don’t agree?
which of your words will i go ahead and take as an accusation?
which word will be my mis-used muse of manipulation?
on which word will i relentlessly perseverate? 
which one demarcate with weighted debate?
which word will i negate because i’ve already r-rated it with my own personal brand of fear?
which word can see, the seer?
which word will i decline to transcribe from your world to mine? 
which word will be the fake lies of the diatribe fuelled by my whine?
which word will be the dividing line?
upon which word will my awareness freeze so i can point out your logical inconsistencies?
upon which word will i freeze to stagnate the communicative gate you just tried to verb but i tried to noun?
how will i cage my rage to shut your mouthy mouth down?
which word will i exploit to make my own point instead of hearing you share yours?
which word will i “illuminate” so i can slam closed a few more doors?


i definitively wonder: which part of your song, according to me, does not belong?
which word will i point blank shoot with self righteous thunder? 
which one scathingly dispute asunder?
with which word will i magnify the maze so we are even more dazed with misunderstanding than ever?
with which word will i cleverly sever forever to splinter our trust?
which word will i try to adjust to make it fit my cause and then smugly expect applause because you obviously used that word wrong and i’m oh-so right?
which word will i employ to expand this infinite fight?

cause when i really think about it i wonder,
which word is the correct code to the whole story? 
which word can impart both the taken gore and the given glory?
Which word of the billions is the master key to set us free?
which word can tell the tale of the totality?
Which word is dead without presence that makes it live?
which word can’t i forgive?
which word will start the argument anew?
which word is true?

Which word is a lie, word wych?
here’s the answer, don’t run:
every one, every one.
which word is a truth, word wizard?
here’s my question, so don’t ask:
kiss my mask.

i give it away i won’t play no more
i let it go and give the go ahead instead to listen to what you meant
cause although its not what you said
(at least not to me)
a word is just a coat for the frequency of emote
a word is just a house, bare save for the deeper home point of who lives there
a word is like a religion, it’s just a frame, and what we often do
is mistake the frame, for the truth that the frame points to
a word is just a fragment to represent the experimental rent, god i repent
i was pride bent on torment with the so-called intelligence of my rationing out rational mind but i find
perhaps what you meant can be felt in your intent
i could augment the presence of your comment and just allow the con of the content
i won’t make you wrong, i’ll listen to the undersong’s bent
i won’t be mean, next time i’ll listen to what your soul means, 100 percent.

cause a word is just a way to hide 
the mysterious presence, inside
a word is just the part that’s heard
a written word is just the part of the communication that’s seen
what’s real is the interval 
in between
it’s indivisible by any number of words, it’s invisible
the original cause is within

the pause

Seven Speak

Wych Word?

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Your Majesty — Oliver Patrice Weder

lyrics
THAT HIDDEN MYSTERY

Shh don’t tell
but written in this secret spell
are directions to the everlasting well

drink the holy water from the cup of grail
to part the first veil
and conclusively know
the clue that tells you where to go
next
Vexed?
Don’t stew with a frustrated simmer
Just follow the glimmer of the star in your eye
and unify
the promised Mischief
so the Christmas Magi
can Present the great gift

Shhh, don’t tell
but in the breakcode of your heart
Is the playscript of your part
To render it true
Surrender your view
To the Guru of Core
and rendevous
at the HoodMage’s Door
(Hoodmage’s Door, Guru of Core,
Rendevous with the Sacredmost Whore)

Drink the Magistery of Free
For a Poisonous potion you see
will secretly awaken you
to That Hidden Mystery

Shhh, for IT is a tad bit monstrous
(like any obscure entity)
And unseen, alive and neutral
IT offers no guarantee
Something is hearing you hear this ode
and IT encodes in these words the Real
way to the Homebound Road.

The answer? That’s the Quest
and it’s hidden lest the Test
Wound what’s inside
your Treasure of Chest

This poem is only pretending to be ending

Shh don’t tell
what’s inside this secret spell

all lyrics © S.Berti 2012 
www.elfhood.org

Lisa

Fallen Butnotdown

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