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theillalogicalspoon sings the last breath of the luna moth under the morel moon.

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1.
Motherbear (free) 09:24
O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear Wild Love, ancient ones say that you defend your cubs o Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear the way back to the tree of life hellhounds on our trail tonight; o Lord Motherbear roar again, let hell be scared you dwell in the dark though it seems of late deep caves you hibernate dark night of the sense filled only with solastalgia faintly hope for synesthesia, growing so hungry solstice this time has gone too long we ain't strong like stone if you can't cahnge our woes leave us alone o for the fortitude of bare trees in February how long til You heal things? will You frighten a wind-blown leaf? how long til spring when we eat nettle greens? they don't sting half as bad as the wind-chill of Your distant gaze You unstrung my bow so a harp i made and i turned it to blues of loud morning O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear many now are through with You i guess they found out You ain't true they must have better things to do than pray to nothing in this world of war it's hard for anyone to find the wild joy we all desire i know sometimes you have to go your own way but i've got nowhere else to go and I cannot get over You and i've got nothing better to do i am not over You...i am not over You...i am not over You... why were we ever born with this great wound at our core up against such unfair odds and no time to practice? out in my praying ground i still call out Your name in moonlight the moonlight dew paints me wet and i sense You are up to something new i don't believe You are dead yet O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear o Lord Motherbear Thy cubs are under attack! Mother, are You there? Mother, are You there? Mother, are You there to defend us and fight back? the builders of hell march on, we lose our direction Savage Mother God, sing Your song, we'll sing along i don't forget what i first saw when the woods were old and tall Your fresh tracks in the mud, Your scratch on the cedar i've prayed the power of Your paws, my rock, my shelter, Your sharp claws nevertheless i'll defend my chest until you rip it open You have the Song of Life, i only have one tree left to climb (Because they killed all the rest!) i sit in the upper branches everyday and cry: "why have you forsaken us?!" i feel that i may fall off soon, be rushed to town in an ambulance and forget all about You the branches are so cold and stiff, but a memory makes me tighten my grip and though i say no to Your silence it's still You i speak with for now...
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In the Evening, In the Evening when the sun goes down In the Evening, when the sun goes dowm well it's lonesome, well it's lonesome when the one you love is not around sunrise in the east, set down in the west sunrise in the east, set down in the west well there aint no tellin which one is gonna treat you best I'm lying here thinkin, I'm all by myself I'm lying here thinkin, I'm all by myself well it's hard to fall asleep when the one you love sleeps somewhere else In the Evening, In the Evening when the sun goes down In the Evening, when the sun goes down well it's lonesome, well it's lonesome when the one you love is not around
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Feel Feel Feel (free) 09:07
feel feel feel, feel feel feel again feel feel feel, endure hardship as discipline feel the sun beat on your neck so another has some shade feel the burning in your legs so another has a seat in time your skin may come to crave collision with the elements perhaps combat your ghostly hue imbued anew with earth pigments now free sleeping in debris hut you'll repent that thin world you once blogged awakened senses they cut the veil to texture enter where you've longed your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life speak with the animals and they will teach you let the birds of the air inform you who among these does know without the body there's no soul? feel feel feel, feel the thistle and the thorn feel feel feel, Spirit enters where they've torn felt it approach. sought Job, "oh," he said "sit under red Grandmother Oak." she spoke "you'll often meet crossroads. engage these conflicts in your soul but burn them 'get well soon' cards! spurn all the, easy hopes from your heart just let them biting briars grow see! my kids rise where you don't mow and they'll feed you as you get old: acorn-manna falls, behold! though you go alone take courage against cold conformists like brother sycamore, shed your layers for to feel how will you ever know what is real unless you truly sense." your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life speak with the earth she will teach you let the fish of the sea inform you who among these does know without the body there's no soul? run run run, circulate your breath and blood run run run like me, sings wind, before your time is done my friend run like the white tailed deer my son o daughter like coyote darting 'cross the prairies, hear them old ones sing they sees signs of a new ice age approaching there will come a day of need when you must move like breeze on feet without a car weaving through the weeds or deep snow very far through our ruins past what we called yards you may have to fetch the healing herb from yonder mountain side or deliver message far off camp must hear that they survive scout a route into north country find where the enemy hides and the training now is tough but brave ones what if you give up? and the training now is tough but brave ones what if you give up on your blood and your breath and your bones and your flesh and your life? O your blood and your breath and you bones and your flesh and your life? There will come a day of rest but right now we are alive! What will happen to your tribe? What will happen to your tribe, if you don't know your gift to bring? Even a log for the fire, it would help you people sing, through this dark and arctic time, What will happen to your life if you have no tribe to dance with? only cold and lonely nights. That's a question you must ask. What will happen to your life if you don't know your skill to serve? What will happen to our lives if we don't grow and we don't learn? Lord have mercy, may we learn.
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Heaven is nearly complete on the earth Remember when we broke ground, roots clung to the dirt? Our improvements added up equals a lot of work. It seams a long time ago we dreamed of control and here we are. Never had much patience for a god who always needs to help those who would drown waiting for the Lord to send an ark have none to blame bu themselves of all the things that I hate about you the worst is that you think it good to wait you must get love while you can, I am going away death has told me he has no secrets I am running out of things to say We can always refill whenever we want we can always refill no time to sit still repeat our final statements over again teenage angst has paid off well, now we fit right in we were once like you, we tried to find the right words but now we just stick with what works our friend actions speak louder than words those who can: do those who can't: join a band so we'll keep our good work and keep the lights turned on seamless and changeless like the hand of God there's no need for your brooding sorrow will soon be extinct the lake was down this summer but the sink don't ever run dry our bodies they stay motionless while transported ahead we never fully arrive until it's time to leave again sure God made a bunch of stuff that don't fit in with our ways but we're learning to manage well soon God will sing our praise we'll have no feast and famine, no boom and bust, no limit in stock immersed in propaganda's noise we want less talk, more rock! In the midst of life's disassembly sometimes my glass gets a little bit half empty but I just have to remember: We can always refill whenever we want no delay we'll fill the cupboards summer, spring, winter, and fall keep on truckin' we're sucking up the worlds with a straw {I drink your milkshake! I drink it up!} so efficient it's like doing nothing, we'll finish up in no time at all “be the change you want to see” wipe your nose, why are you so whiny? You don't need to internalize the info's always there don't need to know the how's and why's the truth is we don't care sure we know about it we saw the documentaries got in for a discount with our old student ID's yeah we went to college it's there we bought our looks never finished whole ones, though our shelves were full of books after a couple classes and skimming a page or two we got so enlightened up, heaven came and healed our blues never understood why them old saints take so long they must be retarded, I mean, that's all that I can think of After a conference or two what else is there to talk about? And you, after an album or three are more new songs really what we need? Inspiration won't last you forever, but there's always a job to do and on that you can refill whenever We can always refill whenever we want give us a hand as we pull leviathan out with a hook they say of all deceivers fear yourself most but we never look Hey! Who is pulling who? I ain't in this to be dragged out to ea you don't know where you are you don't know what I've been through I can't take you seriously all of your proverbs, they are ashes though the birds take flight in fear when we come passing through we caught them on our camera, there's nothing they could do paralyzed under our gaze the will never fly again and if we lose the image some will make a better replacement speeding down the interstate escape to the landscape our forebears gave us a call, said “y'all better make haste” he we didn't didn't know they had phones in heaven do they also have a map? “sorry kidz, this call is done!” and I heard the devil laugh life is fun in this cult of speed we couldn't stop and the cul-de-sac and when I get to the other side... I'll be going so fast I'll come right back you better start working out or you're gonna get lapped if you ever feel your motivation is sapped just remember: We can always refill whenever we want we think it's time, yes now it's finally time for you to go and really live it out stop all your praying and complaining and you'll forget all your doubts get the job done any way you can don't go wasting your manic bouts well all us eager actors always know just what to say but when interviewed we could not remember who wrote the play in the end we tossed the script and made a silent film we built a set to suit our tastes of cookies and warm milk it did the body good now we can focus on our skills but sometimes I am worried sick! I buy field guides on how to feel good and forget yet why behind my eyes the nothing takes control? These seem big like big strong hands but even stone can't stop my world from slipping away I've got unanswered questions but all I'm gonna say is, “I am not a philosopher!!!” and if resistance takes thought than you can all just go to hell! We'll squat a nice plot of land ans we won't ever sell God helps them, what helps themselves we're over it, oh well. We can always refill whenever we want we can always refill whenever we need further down the road when we're old we'll have some time to think we don't need this right now it causes undue, unjust suffering we'll stay down in Arizona where it's warm and you can do your own thing but every now and then we'll come and visit Michigan just to fill up our canteens [Job to his friends:] all of your proverbs, they are ashes all of your proverbs, they are ashes all of you sayings are proverbs of ashes and your defenses, defenses of clay let me have silence and I will speak let come upon me whatever may I put my life into my hands I take my flesh into my teeth I have no hope, God will kill me but I will defend my ways to You face so I'll be saved for the godless would not dare come before You Lord.
5.
The waves have a story to tell me, As I lie on the lonely beach; Chanting aloft in the pine-tops, The wind has a lesson to teach; But the stars sing an anthem of glory I cannot put into speech. The waves tell of ocean spaces, Of hearts that are wild and brave, Of populous city places, Of desolate shores they lave, Of men who sally in quest of gold To sink in an ocean grave. The wind is a mighty roamer; He bids me keep me free, Clean from the taint of the gold-lust, Hardy and pure as he; Cling with my love to nature, As a child to the mother-knee. But the stars throng out in their glory, And they sing of the God in man; They sing of the Mighty Master, Of the loom his fingers span, Where a star or a soul is a part of the whole, And weft in the wondrous plan. Here by the camp-fire's flicker, Deep in my blanket curled, I long for the peace of the pine-gloom, When the scroll of the Lord is unfurled, And the wind and the wave are silent, And world is singing to world.
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I don't wanna get up for church in the mornin, church in the mornin, souls alive! Heaven come to earth and there won't be no church we'll meet down by the riverside, there we'll swim with all creation, never get tired never bored, don't worry someday there'll be no dam between us and our Lord In Jackson you keep you hoods up, you keep your hoods up, and you stay up late, oh in Jackson, you keep your hoods up, keep your hoods up and stay out late. Well we don't mind a cold night but we might mind if you leave too soon so come on now, it's still early besides what else are you gonna do? As we kissed in the alley by the Michigan Theater , the falling snow was glowing in the lights of the downtown I saw a spark in your eyes I just spoke it they said “we're gonna turn this whole place upside down” then you said “my dear do you really mean this?” I said, “I only know what I feel right now.” Poets lie but sometimes it comes true, stay awake with me and we'll see what we can do, Poets lie but sometimes it comes true, stay awake with me and we'll see what we can do, in our town I don't wanna get up for church in the mornin, church in the mornin, souls alive! Heaven come to earth and there won't be no church we'll meet down by the riverside, there we'll swim with all creation, never get tired never bored, don't worry someday there'll be no dam between us and our Lord In Jackson you keep you hoods up, you keep your hoods up, and you stay up late, oh in Jackson, you keep your hoods up, keep your hoods up and stay out late. This is the kind of place people get stuck in, yeah people get stuck here but I chose to stay for if you ever want to know something or know someplace you just can't know them all so at some point you must make a choice and choose someplace and someone and make a home there was a time not long ago when we'd look out this window and see a wolf pack running free except there'd be no window or this building separating us from all the life we see behold the Lord makes all things new; that sounds good I wanna do it to oh dear God, destroy my city! Make it a place that the wolves think pretty so they come back here and stay I wanna hear their howl someday in my life time in my place before my body's in the grave before my body's down in the grave in my place I don't wanna get up for church in the mornin, church in the mornin, souls alive! Heaven come to earth and there won't be no church we'll meet down by the riverside, there we'll swim with all creation, never get tired never bored, don't worry someday there'll be no dam between us and our Lord In Jackson you keep you hoods up, you keep your hoods up, and you stay up late, oh in Jackson, you keep your hoods up, keep your hoods up and stay out late. We're all just a bunch of hoodlums the skies are always gray, just like the ground of post-industry ruins we grew up around hope to my neighbors, family, and old friends, hope to all desperate and beat-down we're all beat-down Groans of the dying are trying to rise from the sprawl souls of wounded sing hoarsely if they can at all we all loves leaves' colors, sweet ciders of fall til it turned to technique perfecting winter on the whole earth now it's all one big subdivision icy cold though I'm told can be melted by God we drove looking but slipped and went into a ditch, walked to find God's house, couldn't tell which was which of if only I knew where God's house was to find I would lie on Her couch and then speak all my mind What should we do, just watch as this whole world gets worse? Naw, we're told “blessed are those souls who for justice thirst” but that You will quench this they all tell me “be sure” You're the one to start the fire, for Your fire is so pure but I don't wanna go out like no prophets of baal well baal never showed up though they danced and they yelled yet I know I'm afraid of what my words imply deep down I am not ready to face up to Your fire... O-kay oh mystery mercy me may it be O-kay oh mystery mercy me may it be O-kay oh mystery mercy me may it be holy Thee we all need You, You know us we hope that's the grove of oak leave where faith's fire could glow but it's so hard out here in the cold, when it seems all we do is wait and get old it's so hard out here in the cold, when it seems all we do is wait and get old la de di, la de di, la de di, la de di...

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this EP is a preview of the songs that will appear on the up and coming experiment #4, which is inspired by the Hebrew book of Job, the blues, and cold Michigan winter.

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released May 1, 2011

recorded, mixed, and mastered by Billy King in the studio barn at Frog Holler Farm in Jackson County, Michigan during the morel mushroom harvest of 2011.

Mandy Wilkin - Vocals
Jeremy Siegrist - Banjo, Guitar, Vocals

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