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Magic

by Dylan Campbell

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viccaspak beautiful rhythm and a soothing voice, you've got to discover his small cosmos of wonders. the arrangements build up on each other like small buildings chasing each other Favorite track: An Ocean.
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Only Magic Left is Art This is one of the most amazing cinematic folk albums I've ever heard. Favorite track: Golden Seeds.
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1.
Om 01:32
2.
Nocturne 05:21
Blind cacophonies Apparitions creep Snaking vapor streams Taking root between Silent symphonies Slow hands beckon me Diapason chord From the ocean floor I found you crying in the cellar Holding a diamond still unweathered Put on a record I’d forgotten Dance to a nocturne fingers knotted
3.
Wolves 04:06
Floating between walls and Hiding in plain sight Letting addled alphabets go Wander in the night You play it like a natural so I’ll just pretend The room’s not painted grey and for your Sins you must repent A million disasters still are Waiting in the wings Huddle in the promises you’ll Barely feel a thing Your separated soul betrays the Wisdom we imbue A pack of wolves is waiting so you’ll Have to be one too Floating between walls and Hiding in plain sight Tired of the ennui and Tired of the fight I’d affect this feeling if it Ever once had called But if I want anything it’s To not want at all
4.
Golden Seeds 05:31
Leaving golden seeds Interred underneath Arms that stretch for miles in the sun Rest unduly reap Air so sickly sweet Fruit that falls like raindrops in my palms Hanging heavy moon Winter is abloom Snow fills in the footprints of my wake Fugitive and thief Holding mask and wreath Steal away with flowers in my hair Behind ten feet of glass Not a sound As the shore recedes My voice is bound Unkempt memories Beneath the boards Close envelop me Within their cords Slowly it unfurls Porcelain and pearl How I’ll make a gift of it for you Out beyond the screen Spiraled and serene Broken bits in coalescing streams
5.
An Ocean 05:57
Verses alien melt upon the air Denizens this place we share In a mirrored hall juxtaposed a laugh Pray the moment’s weakness passed If the youth we bleed out in smoke and screens Fills the space between us when we meet Scared to death that I will not have the time To say the things I need to say to you Crossing an ocean And carving off the fat Now that it’s late And we’ve had our share of laughs Stay through the night For tomorrow when it rains Hearts safely kept Here within another plane Seeing through the shadows seeing through the lake Tend the futile fires we make Callused lips that blow on the herald horn Thousand times the same reborn So my vacant mind turns itself inside To wander in that still unspoiled dream There again we’ll meet in that in between Where atlas isles fade into the sea Crossing an ocean And carving off the fat Now that it’s late And we’ve had our share of laughs Stay through the night For tomorrow when it rains Hearts safely kept Here within another plane
6.
Magic 03:04
Wanton cruel to pretend In my memories perfection has had no hand Your whisper echoed through the hall From the spring filled my cup So pristine by hate and malice untouched Awash forgiven in its pools Through a breach majesty Pours out it is shown a piece The picture there beneath the veil so complete This wisdom warms my spreading wings Gentle beast carry me To the core the heart the home Where your immortal love flows free Unfettered in these bounds of time
7.
Fables 04:32
Tomorrow I will be a better man Dreams of halcyon days lie in my hands Knowing all the while you'll understand When my feet get caught in this quicksand I may not hurt or kill Rely on my goodwill But am I passing up Some greater good? Oh how could it remain Good conscience with no pain When all I've ever wanted is for myself And will it be enough To live for peace and love While demons pound their fists on foreign doors Tomorrow I will be a better man Say it if you please or if you can The breaking of the dawn it has a plan Will I follow or will I just stand While tales of wrong and right Are whispered through the night Old Aesop, is he grinning in the morn'? Oh how could it remain Good conscience with no pain When all I've ever wanted is for myself And will it be enough To live for peace and love While demons pound their fists on foreign doors Oh how could it remain Good conscience with no pain When all I've ever wanted is for myself And will it be enough To make it cross the cusp And hear those wild voices call my name
8.
This Ghost 05:15
Bedlam the time we planted grew In ivy vines too thick to prune I met the eyes behind a tree Grey fox in wait for me The dissonance a raconteur Flooding the gates at every shore I heard the voice but when it spoke Was nothing like this ghost Motley the masquerade marches on town Frilled and adorned making a frightful sound Wielding a sword and they’re calling it truth Stab through the heart should be enough to prove The avarice the poisoned lore Clouded the art arcane and pure I’ve seen the face masked by the years Above a chandelier Motley the masquerade marches on town Frilled and adorned making a frightful sound Wielding a sword and they’re calling it truth Stab through the heart should be enough to prove
9.
Hearth 03:54
Oh we don’t need to make a scene And we don’t have to speak out loud The subtle symphony that lies Arpeggiated in the crowd The greed that I once felt is gone Within my chest a growing sigh For all I want’s to love completely And all I need is you close by I’m a collector out at sea And long ago I lost the search But with a single memory I warm my heart upon the hearth I know this may sound very strange Or maybe like I’m playing coy But on the winding path I follow A steady drum leads in the noise I’m a collector out at sea And long ago I lost the search But with a single memory I warm my heart upon the hearth Oh we don’t need to make a scene And we don’t have to speak out loud Because I know that you are listening And we will meet within that sound
10.
Up High 06:10
End of the ever growing day Wander along the palisade For miles all that I can see now is the mess We’ve made, we’ve made, we’ve made Our gentle mother helped me bleed And for a moment I was free But time has weathered every rock upon her shore Before this age before Distractions will not last you long A plastic throne to sit upon Sleepwalking silent orders blemish busy hands This land, this land, this land I’ve groveled listened at the banks For simple sounds and gave my thanks The clearest image floated to the surface of What stays, what stays, what stays Lost somewhere in the maze the mire An ego burns upon the pyre Flames kiss exulting underneath a speckled sky Up high, up high, up high Above the unmarked grave we found A cloaked pariah stands devout Who will despite the choice of weapons at his side Confide, confide, confide And all the loves I’ve ever known Beckon a slow wind to carry home Though crudely drawn the circles from a flawed design Align, align, align Roamed where I’ve roamed Known what I’ve known Cut this shit out what is alone You cannot be alone
11.
Fill up your glass again We both know how this ends Right through the tourniquet The lion’s blood runs red Light casts upon these walls The shadow of your tower Lone fossils on display The remnants of your power Drunken drowning Swimming in the ash Of the dead words Floating in your path Still the same song Stifled from within It sings with you If you’d just begin I’ve seen that bluebird there Hiding in your tree Though it is beautiful Its name you fear to speak I’ve gathered precious words And built for you a flower Watch now just as before It wilts within the hour Lightly the feathers float In circles ‘round the curtain I’d rather let them hit The ground remain uncertain Drunken drowning Swimming in the ash Of the dead words Floating in your path Still the same song Stifled from within I'd sing with you If you’d just begin I’ve seen that bluebird there Hiding in your tree Though it is beautiful Its name you fear to speak I’ve seen that bluebird there Hiding in your tree And when you meet its gaze Just tell me what you see

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released March 27, 2013

Christine Spilka - Vocals (Tracks 2/3)

Written and recorded from March 2012 - March 2013 at home in Estaquinha, Sofala, Mozambique.

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