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I silent spread the butter on the knife
the song comes slow like snow when out the light
Why did I wish it so
why did I break
the egg to taste the yolk

My line has lost the locust to its bed
And tributaries feed and never fed
Why do I come (ha) so
and why even wake
for things that are unspoke

The sound of my voice is a hammer
Calling out to God
Calling without an answer
to take my bag and my piston, bell and my hammer
so crow you won’t fly away
I don’t want you to go
right away

had I stopped the swinging of the door
or looped up long and turbulent and swore
where does it come from, son
Where does it wait
in liquid round the core

The sound of my voice is a hammer
Calling out for mud
triying to get it damper
Trying to sink it with lead and coal so it’s phantom
and it wont float away
No it wont float
I don’t want you to go

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from FOUR​.​FOUR: 3​/​4, released August 28, 2016

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Heather Christian & The Arbornauts Beacon, New York

An Arbornaut is a three way cross between a flying squirrel, an astronaut, and an angel. I know one as soon as I spot one. They are naturally occuring in nature. I had a dream about them once and started a band. We are a choir and we are an orchestra. We are disgruntled classical musicians & believers in musical traditions of feeling lots of things. This is the noise from the inside of a root. ... more

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