Lyrics from Apokaluptein

Apokaluptein (Kirkelig Kulturverksted 2016)

Lyrics from Apokaluptein

All music and lyrics by Live Maria except Star composed by Hilmar Jensson, lyrics to The Flesh being an excerpt from buddhist "protective meditations", and the quote on Square one by Heidi Køhn.

Felicia's Song and Moonfish Dance are also featured on the album While I Was Away with Julia Hülsmann Octet

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"That short moment, when everything became silent, was almost beautiful – at the same time as it was horrible, and strange. It was as though all boundaries were gone, and you found yourself on the other side." (Heidi Køhn)

This is all we are
We might as well be dust
Or bacteria

I will not move

I will sit
I will sit when it comes
I will sit as the roar arises
I will sit as the thing protrudes from the ground and the trunks and the waters when the thing starts stretching out
I will sit as it grows I will sit when it starts multiplying
and when the sound of hundreds-of-heavy-stomping-feet approaches me
I will sit
still

this will pass

I will cover you

I will not move

Felicia's song

Downhill bus ride, reminds me of Rio
For once they're playing your song on the radio
A quiet, magic place alongside passengers chasing time in Felicia's rain
She's come to say goodbye

You know, he did all he could to keep you
But with a soul so free, what can one do
Her loving arms and their touch, and her sweet breath and smile
Won't brace him now in Felicia's rain
She's come to say goodbye

How would people know about your life there
How could people know about a life in fear
How to keep someone distant when they're so near
How come you never knew that you belong here

Dear distant cousin. Such different dwellings. Fully insulated, air-conditioned, all gadgets and recreation;
simple, drafty, packed with people, having to provide for yours in whatever way you can;
built on piles by the water – fishing, harvesting, cooking, fishing, harvesting, giving birth every second year;
a camp on your way to nowhere, trying not to notice that the children are getting more lost every day.
And this is you. You. Me. You, my distant cousin. And me.

Time will stop, rain will keep falling
On that day, in that moment I had a calling
Been calling out since then
Since that day on the downhill bus ride, back when Felicia's rain
Fell down to say goodbye

The flesh

This is what we are:

hair, nails, teeth, skin, flesh,
sinews, bone, marrow, kidneys, heart,
liver, membranes, spleen, lungs, bowels,
intestines, bile, phlegm, pus, blood,
sweat, fat, tears, urine, grease,
snot, spittle, gorge, dung, brain.

Visualize decay. Start with the image of your own body:

1. freshly dead, cast away in a charnel ground – one day, two days, three days dead
2. picked at by crows, vultures, and hawks, by dogs and various other creatures
3. the bones connected with tendons
4. the bones detached from their tendons, scattered in all directions; here a hand bone, there a foot bone, here a shin bone, there a thigh bone, here a hip bone, there a back bone, here a rib, there a chest bone, here a shoulder bone, there a neck bone, here a jaw, there a tooth, here a skull
5. the bones whitened, somewhat like the color of shells
6. the bones piled up, more than a year old
7. the bones decomposed into a powder

Continue until – poof – nothing at all is left

(From the buddhist "protective meditations")

Depend

light
feather light
white light
I see you through this light
you, wondrous child

because I am, you are
what did I leave you
because I am, you are
wondrous child

I let you become dependent
Because I am
I let you become this lonely
Because I am
I let you become distracted
Because I am
I let you become dependent
Because I am

Because I am

wondrous child

Moonfish dance

Little cracks little cracks
Just keep walking little cracks
Everything will turn out for the best
Little cracks just keep walking
Little cracks little cracks
Just keep walking little cracks
What a level of contentedness
Little cracks just keep walking

What a treat what a feast
What colours to be seen
The shimmering on our waters
The moonfish in our stream

Letting the jungle in
Late night and early spring
Long days by the waters with moonfish in our stream

Little cracks little cracks ...

What a treat what a feast
This storm is all I need
Go down to the water
Feel the spray from the sea

It takes a certain skill
What a rush, what a feel
To withstand all this water with moonfish streaming in

What a treat what a feast
Heavenly fire in July
The fast will move, and the slow will die
There's moonfish in our stream

The moving soil
The sliding mud
The water flood
Swallowed by the jungle, wallowed by our hunger

Little cracks little cracks ...

Story

We gather 'round to hear the story told
No difference good or bad
We scrape the barrel to buy what is sold
The truth, or just another diversion
Came all this way to see the signs ourselves
See the Promised Land emerging
The stories filling every crack with gold, or milk, or wine
For complete immersion

We gather 'round to see the shadow play
No difference good or bad
They cut the story to a résumé
To sooth and comfort, in the guise of information
This is the story of the great unknown
Passing by familiar stations
An adaptation of the Odyssey
To meet our cravings and our expectations

The old country

stop
will we stop at 23?
or will we stop at 30?
or is it time that stops us, rewinds, and sends us forward
to our conclusion

right before this
is this right before it unravels?
will it unravel, like some say, or will it recover,
like others say: these are just natural variations?

I'm gonna go sit up front by the window facing the storm
welcome, old foe
welcome, old friend
hold my hand, little love
we'll have a joyful ride
a jolly good ride
let's watch it reveal
appear
uncover

(what a beautiful nightmare)

It just keeps making sense

Listen to the sounds of fall
Look right through this broken wall
Never touch the woven tapestry
It might unravel you

Sit and watch the pieces drop
Sit and watch the sky getting covered up
Never stare directly at the sun
It might enlighten you

You don't need experience

You don't need experience to turn us out

Rolling

Sitting in the back of the truck
Light sweeps in through the windows in the back of the truck
Twenty-seven people in the back of the truck
Hours since the man said "we'll be there soon"
Counting things to forget time
How many pairs of shoes? Nineteen.
How many T-shirts? Twelve.
How many red items? Seven.
The baby is still asleep.

Light sweeps in through the windows
Is he someone to trust
Falling into and out of sleep, clinging to that bag
Cities passing in the dark
Is he someone to trust

Tightly, holding you tight
For you I will fight my way in there
Hope before this night, this border, this light
Our way in there

Baby sleep, baby sleep, we are not there

Star

How could I have imagined
That there'd be magic all around
That there'd be magic
In everything surrounding you and me
Right in front of my eyes there is a star
I know
These are the treasures of my life
Magic unforeseen

You breathe
You smile
You live
You grow
You sense
You see
How can I protect you
If everything falls apart?

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