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simplyirenic) wrote2022-12-05 06:03 pm
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let the larks become your chorus


started making a bilson playlist, had a breakdown, bon appetit
1. wintersong - marcus warner
(instrumental)
2. glowing - the oh hellos
in the end, i'm feeling more and more
there won't be any end
no ice walls, no frozen firmament to clearly define
the corners and lines of our divine invention
there won't be any end
no ice walls, no frozen firmament to clearly define
the corners and lines of our divine invention
3. four - sleeping at last
bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust
for a moment, we get to be glorious
ice sculptures, adorned in light
sand castles built tall, in between the tides
for a moment, we get to be glorious
ice sculptures, adorned in light
sand castles built tall, in between the tides
4. rilke song - aeseaes
in spite of our failures the lines twist and curve
to regrow the branches the night has disturbed
when we wake we'll take the shape of something free and bold
and rest in the shade where the new greets the old
to regrow the branches the night has disturbed
when we wake we'll take the shape of something free and bold
and rest in the shade where the new greets the old
5. isaiah 45:23 - the mountain goats
if my prayer goes unanswered, that's alright
if my path fills with darkness and there's no sign of light
let me praise you for the good times, let me hold your banner high
until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry
if my path fills with darkness and there's no sign of light
let me praise you for the good times, let me hold your banner high
until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry
6. eric's song - vienna teng
strange how certain the journey
time unfolds the petals for our eyes to see
strange how this journey's hurting
in ways we accept as part of fate's decree
time unfolds the petals for our eyes to see
strange how this journey's hurting
in ways we accept as part of fate's decree
7. the lost words blessing - spell songs
even as the hour grows bleaker
be the singer and the speaker
and in city and in forest
let the larks become your chorus
and when every hope is gone
let the raven call you home
be the singer and the speaker
and in city and in forest
let the larks become your chorus
and when every hope is gone
let the raven call you home
8. afterwards - dreamers' circus
(instrumental)
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