1. |
The Automatic Crystal
01:05
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2. |
Under Skin
06:37
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no speaking
is left in me
no: tongue breaks and thin
fire is racing under skin
and in eyes no sight and
drumming
fills ears
and cold sweat holds me and
shaking
grips me all,
greener than grass
I am and dead - or almost
I seem to me
by Sappho (c. 630 – c. 570 BC) translated by Anne Carson
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3. |
Geradheit
05:16
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die Geradheit der Augenbrauen
die Geradheit der Nase
die Geradheit der Lippen
die Geradheit der Körperhaltung
alles gerade
bis auf die Serpentinen der Hände
by Aldona Gustas (1933)
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4. |
Freezing
04:28
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freezing matches
on mountain tops
letters letters
flying around
making no waves
no directions
freezing
freezing matches
on mountain tops
letters and letters
flying around
no waves
no directions
freezing
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5. |
A Field
02:41
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6. |
Kingdom of the Sky
18:40
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Old friend, I see you off, saying goodbye,
To the West at Yellow Crane Tower.
You'll go down through the mist
of late Spring blossoms to Yang-chou,
your lonely sail a distant shadow
in the green emptiness, until all that's
left to be seen is a Great River itself,
flowing beyond the sovereign borders
of the Kingdom of the Sky.
by Li Po (701–762) translated by J.P. Seaton
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Sleep Signal is Evelina Taunytė (LT) (vocals, flutes, duduk, piano, objects), and Steven Kovar (US) (electronics, sampling/resampling, beats, objects).
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