Patience
by GODHEADSCOPE
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Patience
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Solidarity
05:40
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Medusa In the Cistern
05:41
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The Screaming Mound
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credits
released 29 November 2011
Words, music, vocals, and instruments by M.Rosin, recorded and produced at Red Door in Mountain View, California,
with additional guitar melodies on “Solidarity” and “The Screaming Mound” performed by Claudio Alcara, recorded at Beastcave Studio in Italy.
Mastered by Robert Rich at Soundscape in Mountain View, California, robertrich.com.
Photography by G.Rosin/4P Creations, www.4pcreations.com. Used by kind permission.
Graphic design and layout by M.Rosin.
Words, music, vocals, and instruments by M.Rosin, recorded and produced at Red Door in Mountain View, California,
with additional guitar melodies on “Solidarity” and “The Screaming Mound” performed by Claudio Alcara, recorded at Beastcave Studio in Italy.
Mastered by Robert Rich at Soundscape in Mountain View, California, robertrich.com.
Photography by G.Rosin/4P Creations, www.4pcreations.com. Used by kind permission.
Graphic design and layout by M.Rosin.
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- Track Name: Patience
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Patience.
Patience.
You cannot force
the moment.
It will always
surprise,
as chance
gathers
reasons.
Be ready. - Track Name: Solidarity
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Open up
your ruined house.
Fear not for God.
The poem is my pocket:
the fiber fragment
folded tight,
tucked into a secret
always moving.
Behind the seam,
this inner lining,
I smuggle hope
beyond debris.
My fingers pinch
the promise firm.
I press tomorrow—
shelter—in your palm.
We breathe aloud,
breathe into rubble.
We breathe aloud:
our ruin now a temple. - Track Name: Medusa In the Cistern
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How long
can you hold your breath?
Two minutes?
Two thousand years?
The city sits upon your neck:
snakes, so still,
suspended
upside down
in drinking water,
saliva now a nutrient
feeding grand machines;
modern industry
rushing
past your memory.
Quaint, unthreatening
fragment of nostalgia
that you are.
Frozen,
beheaded
as you are. - Track Name: The Screaming Mound
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Do not speak falsely.
Brutal honesty:
far better a crime
than your silence
denies.
Your tongue
presses
the bottom of your mouth.
Words wait.
Tongues are cut out.
Tongues rise high—
lash the ground.
Place your tongue atop
the screaming mound.
