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Wickerbird

@wickerbird

the void promise of the earth entire. occasionally, music

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linkhttps://wickerbird.bandcamp.com calendar_today22-06-2012 14:18:11

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Happy birthday to Emmylou Harris, born on this day in 1947 in Birmingham, Alabama. Here she is performing “My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy” in 1977.

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we contented, fatted, suckling — redolent with the stink of mortality but happy to forget it. Vain idols begetting idylls, whose ultimate sum changes naught. Circling, circling and pretending all the while

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Wasn’t sure about #TheGallowsPole at first, but the burial scenes + previously unknown-to-me The Fold by Wickerbird were perfect. Whole thing is beautifully scored by Swedish band, Goat. Just watched the start of #2 and it’s got a Monty Python and the Holy Grail vibe so I’m in 🫎

Wasn’t sure about #TheGallowsPole at first, but the burial scenes + previously unknown-to-me The Fold by Wickerbird were perfect. Whole thing is beautifully scored by Swedish band, Goat. Just watched the start of #2 and it’s got a Monty Python and the Holy Grail vibe so I’m in 🫎
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For my lovely British friends, I was extremely flattered to have my music featured on the BBC’s new drama #TheGallowsPole — truly a beautiful scene and show. Thanks ShaneMeadows.com for the chance to be a small part of the project. bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episod…

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We drown in time unreeling — the voidless immensity behind us and there, the ever-ebbing before us. The dwindling moment. The slow trickling, the draining of wrists, the eyes, the silly mortal tongue. Build a meaning, an idol, a god and watch it molder

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Every fascist identifies the pincers, fangs, and stingers and then refuses to acknowledge the animal they're attached to.

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It is a great wonder that any conscious mind, fully comprehending its own mortality, should not go at least slightly insane. Maybe we’re all just quietly losing it, finding little baubles in the sand to fixate on—shiny things to center our universes around.

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We are the mariners of a martyred sea, slow-plying the rank waters of long-dead oceans. Vaguely knowing what was and vaguely lamenting what won’t be again.

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Our mythologies, our endless mythologizing, seek not to interpret inherent meaning in the universe. They seek to provide it. Bestow a stain of humanity upon an ever-molting void.

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I fear the fading fires. The gasping embers. The slow, waning glow roused at every labored breath, every exhalation spent to stoke a futile flame

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the catechism for we, brood of cataclysm: what remains? what now? Nothing. Imbibe. Drink deep of what you can, for the lot is seeping out