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Twist of Thorn

by Stone Breath

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1.
Have you seen where the crows go? Have you seen where they fly? Have you seen where the crows go To fold up their wings and die? Have you heard the grey wolves howl? Have you heard how they cry? Have you seen where the wolves go To lay down their wings and die? Where do they go, under skies of red? Where do they part the quick from the dead? Have you felt the cold night air As you lie in your bed? Have you felt the cold night air Whispering the words of the dead? Have you seen the sleepwalkers As they drift out of sight? Have you heard the sleepwalkers Chanting as they roam through the night?
2.
Hand in Hand 02:50
Beneath the moon two people stand, hand in hand, footprints trailing in their wake, through the sand. Beneath the stars two people wait for a sound. Each wishes the other would speak, but tongues are bound. One dreams the tale will come in song, gentle sweet. One imagines whispered words like wind through wheat. Silence hangs just like a fog in the night. Neither speaks to break the spell and all is right.
3.
Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill. Who can blame me cryin' my fill? And every tear would turn a mill. Johnny has gone for a soldier. Me-o-my, I loved him so. Broke my heart to see him go. Only time will heal my woe. Johnny has gone for a soldier. I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel. Likewise, I'll sell my spinning wheel, and buy my love a sword of steel. Johnny has gone for a soldier. I'll dye my dress, I'll dye it red, and through the streets I'll beg for bread, for the lad I love from me has fled. Johnny has gone for a soldier.
4.
O, this garden is forgotten; both fallow and forsaken; lost to the waking mind and the memories of most. But winding in the weeds and grasses gone to seed are the strangest little flowers that I have ever seen. Thorn-pricked memories swim down the bloodied stem and ride the warm red stream to drip upon the soil. O these strange pale flowers have counted every hour for memories to bloom - and each one is a ghost.
5.
No Ends Meet 03:57
Through and throughI see that this life is not meant for me. It's changing constantly. There's no hope in security. Why does it have to be, in my life, no ends meet? Friends are friends, it seems, but I trust few I meet. This is sad indeed because trust is what we need. There's high hope in dreams, but there's no guarantee. No ends meet.
6.
Silhouette 02:37
O the sun falls behind her head, and makes a halo of scarlet red. still she weeps, all alone: angel blood caught in blood and bone. The long shadows twist and pull. The night birds wake to their call. Soon the moon crowns the sky. O little one please do not cry. Someday you'll fly on white wings - free from the knot of Fates' strings; bright as a candle in the night. All who behold bless this sight. Hold tightest what they cannot steal. It is brightest which night reveals: for beneath blackened skies burn the palest, truest lights.
7.
Madstone 03:02
May the unborn know the shape of the seeds of the holy tree. Let the unborn rise! May the unborn know the secret words to make the sleeping wake. Let the unborn rise! May the sleeping wake with eyes so clear and sharp as the edge of knives. Let the sleeping rise! May the sleeping wake like morning flowers to follow the dreaming path. Let the sleeping rise! May the dreamers walk and leave soft footprints over earthen signs. Let the dreamers rise! May the dreamers walk for many leagues to hear the dead now speak. Let the dreamers rise! May the dead now talk in tongues so ancient: old as willow buds. Let the dead now rise! May the dead now talk in tongues so fresh born: new as river stones. Let the dead now rise!
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Moonlight it is grace, to fall upon my face - and how many hours 'til the spider's work is done? Here I lie alone again. Neither there nor home again. And it seems a long, long time since I have seen the sun. O, I've lost my name to wind. To black soil's gone my mind, turning like a mirror to the sky above. The stars, I pray, will shine on me. Their light is hope if you can see. And bless these darkened nights, remembered by no one. Passing moths and twisting clouds. Silken threads wind into shrouds. And the sleepless stillness fills my cold dark mind. O, the joy of loneliness. O the pain of lonesomeness. And it seems a long, long time since I have seen the sun. Above, a leaf turns in the breeze; a holy relic no one sees; now dancing as it summons up the howling storm. The thunder rages in the sky. The rain, it pools within my eyes and flows in wet formations that to the river run. Neither can I sleep nor wake, but still I lie and still I wait. And how many hours 'til the spider's work is done?
9.
Blood Winter 06:55
By summer's end the branches bend with leaves of gold and red. Many things will take to wing, far away to fly. Soon the veil of the pale will part once again, And within the haunted wind the departed speak. By icy breeze the swaying trees are all bereft of leaves. By heavy snow, the branches low, hang unto the earth. By grey cloud, the birds so loud, are very quiet now. By sunlight's death we see our breath in the winter mist. A hawk cries in the still grey sky. Crows caw upon the earth below. The white stag walks across the field. Through graves the cold wind blows. A rabbit runs through the wood, Tracing symbols on the snow. Beneath the ice swim silver fish. Through graves the cold wind blows. In circled stone, I stand alone, praying into the wind. On lonely trail I hear the tale of steps upon the snow. By frozen spring I start to sing: Hail the winter's light! By hours passed I turn at last: Hail the winter's night! By footsteps fall I hear the call of something far away. By holy word the air is stirred and you turn in your sleep. By leafless tree I call to thee: Hail the winter's light! By fallen bough and rusty plow: Hail the winter's night! By twist of thorn on frosty morn, there's blood upon the snow. By briar's bite on chilly night, there's red upon the white. The holly's reach will soon beseech new berries of red to bloom. Pine's sharp point with cruor joined and sanguine rain will fall. Come winter! Bright winter! I call winter with this wound! Hail winter! Blood winter! Come!

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Originally released on cassette by Brave Mysteries. Catalog number CQBL031.

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released October 31, 2013

Beneath crow's wing, Stone Breath was:

timeMOTHeye: voice, banjola, harp, lute-guitar, tinwhistle, guimbri-banjo, bodhran, drones

Don Belch: guitar, lute-guitar, pump organ.

Brooke Elizabeth: voice.

Chris Evan: cello on 'No Ends Meet'

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Stone Breath Red Lion, Pennsylvania

Stone Breath is not new. It is cracked. Broken. Imperfect. Hidden. Weathered by the seasons.

We sing of ghosts and of forgotten paths through forest and fallow field.

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