Aeolian daytrip for all the people: Uncontained humans. Contained humans. Containers. 

Slippy getaways. Secret ears. Record the walls before they cave in. 

Violence and terror sours the flesh. Reduce me to a biological trace. Empty sea. People. Full sea. Goltraí. 

 Sticky flies. Sticky buns. The Bones bleach. Dehumanise me.

Caoineadh.  Holy God. Unholy God. Incant - decant. Excavate - eliminate. No homes to go to. 

Loss leaves holes.  Innocence is stained by souls. Deora searbh braon beag blasta.

Geantraí.  Damhsa. Deora athais. Souls spring from hard floors. Time swells and shrinks. Laughter in the belly. Baling twine. Astral Agartha. Scimíni. Croí-Cairdeachas. The crow is our friend.  Fat heart hope. Eirí ar eiteog. 

Suantraí. Bringlóidí. Spioradálta. Réaltach. Sleep now. Love is not the answer. Love is the answer

Aeolian V

Ode to Lickeen Lake.

All waters cry for Lickeen
One fish floats with soft belly mirroring the moon. 
Open eyed.
A million holy tears gather and flow 
to alchemise the acrid.
right the terrible wrong.

Ode to Lickeen Lake

Unbearable Joy recorded in Nuria and Robbie's shed studio -written and sung by Tara Baoth Mooney.
Martin Brunsden on double bass and laugh at the end , Denise Boyle on viola and Robbie Perry on autoharp.

Unbearable Joy

Written by Tara Baoth Mooney and Seanan Brennan
Tara on autoharp and singing, Martin Brunsden on Double bass, Robbie Perry on banjo,

So X yourself

written by Tara Baoth Mooney and Jason Goodrow. Bass-Pamela Dare, Drums and loops-Pete Mark, Sitar and guitars- Jason Goodrow, Vocals- Tara Baoth Mooney

01 Heaven

Written by Tara Baoth Mooney and Jason Goodrow:
Bass-Pamela Dare, Drums and loops- Pete Mark, Guitar and organ Jason Goodrow, Vocals Tara Baoth Mooney

02 What Am I Without

My Head Becomes the Sky

Vienna- Coir and me

A familiar topography
of things-
Open, extensive and anonymous.
Land with invitations to transform.
Land with land,  
stamped hard
Land

with Drumlins, Ditches,  Rivers and Lakes.
Lines, Circles, delineations of height,
Printed protuberance, hidden happenings.
Embossed here.

This map, folded along lines of habit,
refolded so often the paper thins at the seams.
Habit wearing transparency
torn, ribboned,
remnant
Impressions with invitations.
Intrusion
Landless Land exposé.

Memories of habit fade with incursion.
A beast has breached.
A violation  

Like an invasive species,
evicted, sliced, branded and burned.
interrupter interrupted.

Not marked on counterpanes to be folded away.
Not neat
Not known.
Hidden happenings made visible

One mark for a marksman.
One Location
indelible
One Location
tattooed on the breast bone

Landless Land
A beast has breached.
A violation.
Landless Land.
Interrupter interrupted

Land Map Of Me Rough Mix - 07:04:2020 01.11

VOICES- 13 02 2016 05.19

Fragile vessels
How many years in which to fall.
Into love and further down down
into a complacent sort of hell.
A hand on a holy cheek
A kiss by a mossy canal
But he didn’t know
What she would do.
How could he know what she would do


Do you remember an echo in a room
A girl sang a holy tune
A fish swimming under the place
where jesus walked
Then they talked
Of wheaten fields and slow walls
And while she waited for him 
he waited for her.
 
Promises are fragile vessels  
made to crack and crumble
The loudest rumble
Shook that ground
Opened it wide
Showed it rotten inside.

Promises are bees wings
Rare and fine 
As light kisses 
or Honey wine

Fragile Vessels Rough 20200105 220457

ANCHORESS
And in the orchestral pit of that tiny cave will emerge the music that will save our souls.

I want to be you Hildegarde
Self-isolate, hide.
and SING
Did you listen to them before you took to the road,
before you cast off your habit 
before you crawled in the shit of the others.
To pay for our sins.

Retribution for that.
Or just pray, flagellate, shave, bleed, cry hard 
and fold.
Or, remove yourself.
The way it was is the way it is.
Anchoress, in the cave with the echo of a huge mountain
Rise up off your knees.
Feel the muck ooze between your toes. 
Listen.

Paint a suit of armor
With the fire of tongues,
Unholy words 
Licking sticking 
Spirit fuck
Breast suck.

Then you will sing that the blood of the world is flowing
You will sing of the gashes they made.
-the fires they lit.
-the water they pissed.
-the air that they choked
And in the orchestral pit of that tiny cave will emerge the music that will save our souls.

Anchoress Outro

Anchoress: Dreamscape in 3 parts by The Clumsy Giantess and Trenchurian
The End - The Vision - The Imum Coeli


THE END: Aetheric body
Move it out
Unholy words
Fire of tongues
Licking sticking 
Spirit fuck
flagellate
Breast suck 
Paint a suit of armour
Listen to my breath.

THE VISION: Anchoress
I want to be you Hildegarde
Self isolate  and hide.
and Sing

Did you listen to them before you took to the road,
Did you listen to them before you cast off your habit 
Did you listen to them before you crawled in the shit of the others.
To pay for our sins.
Retribution for that.
Or just pray, flagellate, shave, bleed,  cry hard 
and fold.
Or, remove yourself.
The way it was is not the way it is.

Anchoress, in the cave with the echo of a huge mountain
Rise up, off your knees.
Feel the muck ooze between your toes 
Retribution for that
Then you will sing that the blood of the world is flowing
Then you will  sing of the gashes they made.
Then you will sing of the fires they lit.
the water they pissed.
the air that they choked.

OUTRO: The Imum Coeli
And in the orchestral pit of that tiny cave will emerge the music that will save our souls.

Anchoress:  The End - The Vision - The Imum Coeli

Music making and artistry-some performing herbs and a broken harp.

Tara Baoth Mooney. THE CLUMSY GIANTESS

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