Who is Listening?

by Stone Breath

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released October 31, 2012

reaching for the moon, we were:

Sarada: vocals
Brooke Elizabeth: vocals
Don Belch: guitars, harmonium, bodhran, ramyaj
timeMOTHeye: vocals, banjo, guitar, guimbri-banjo, harmonium, banjola, uke

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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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Track Name: The Dream of My Brother's Father
O father of my brother, speak to me in my dreams. O mother of my father sing to me in my sleep. O true heart of true brother burn with emerald flame; show the starlit path before us; light the narrow way.
O pure voice of true sister ring the darkened sky; wake the spirits in the stone, give words to their cries. O father of my brother, sing with me in my dreams. O mother of my mother, speak with me in my sleep. I had a dream of your father. He came to me in honor. He touched his palm to my head, to show where thorns turn red. He pointed to the garden low to show me where ghostflowers grow. Through the weeds all overgrown, weeping, reaping, gone unsown, winding, finding tales untold, blossoming for souls unsold. He pointed to my throat and asked the songs to flow; then spread his arms like wings; but I was afraid to sing. No hymn, no song, no ballad came. He closed his eyes then he did say, "Sing for me then when you wake." eyes open, waking, shaking, I wrote his words and then the song of the dream of your father, Brother.
Track Name: Call the Fallen Wood, Touch the Cold Bones
I am fallen wood beneath the green leaves.
I am grey smoke beneath the blossoms.
I am black smoke above the candle.
I am thunder above the meadow.
And I wait for your call.
And I wait for your touch.

I am dark sky around the starlight.
I am sharp thorns around the lily.
I am the worm inside the apple.
I am the bones inside the cold tomb.
And I wait for your words.
And I wait for your touch.
Track Name: Red Lion Sacred Heart
A murder of crows hangs on that tree
To sing the death of a dream to me.
Who is listening? The dead and grey.
Where Shall I find thee? In the rain.
Water flows in bubbling stream,
Over rocks and under me.
Who is listening? The twisting vine.
Where shall I find thee? The edge of time.
Moth wings shade my eyes from stars.
Ring the bell and spread the cards.
Who is listening? The mist and cloud.
Where shall I find thee? Beneath the shroud.
Tell me who do you sing to, Tim?
I am singing into the wind.
Who is listening? Sticks and bones.
Where shall I find thee? Under stones.
Water flows in holy spring,
Under sky and over me.
Who is listening? Walking Sam.
Where shall I find thee? In dust and sand.
Crows sing murder from the trees;
Caw and screech my destiny.
Who is listening? Only me.
Where shall i find thee? Between heartbeats.
Track Name: Coffin Sound
There’s two white horses pulling me.
They’re taking me to my burial ground.
Have you ever heard that coffin sound?
It means another poor man is underground.
Did you ever hear the church bells toll?
It means another poor man is dead and gone.
There’s two white horses pulling me.
They’re taking me to my burial ground.
Track Name: My Heart is an Acorn Buried in the Black Earth (2011)
The shadows always hide me from you. The dusk always covers my eyes. Your hair always falls like leaves across my face. The shadows always hide me from you.

My skin is like the bark of trees. My breath is one with the breeze. My words are always sung by the birds of the wood. The shadows always hide me from you.

I move like a ghost across the hills. I ghostwalk through your mind. You wonder: was it real - or was it just a dream? The shadows always hide me from you.

My hair is roots and twigs; My beard the blowing wheat; My tongue the vines that twine ‘round the stone. The shadows always hide me from you.

I reach to take your hand. I move to touch your lips. You turn to see the midnight mist. The shadows always hide me from you.
Track Name: Thunder Runs Through Me (2011)
I know you don't believe me when I tell you what I've seen. Or perhaps you think I'm dreaming when I tell you where I've been. Real or not, it's real to me when the spirits sing so quietly and Thunder runs into my room and through my very body.
Track Name: Leaves About Our Feet, We Reached for the Moon (2011)
Upon the water moonlight glows. Among the pines the wind howls. Through the starry night pure darkness flows - and who among us can tell how?
Through the graves I saw you run, chasing leaves blown by the breeze. Those dancing leaves are notes from the sun - and who will sing those words to me?
And in the forest we lie down, singing long-forgotten tunes. Dead weeds and flowers shall be our crown - and who will reach for the moon? Above our heads are butterflies. Below us are the crawling worms. Feathered clouds haunt the endless skies as we see the seasons turn.
Track Name: Sixteen Hooves
All Great Things are fallen down
Or held on high by blessed pins -
As blossom to branch
And branch to tree -
A spear, a spike, a thorn for Thee.

And I, the one who weeps awake,
Or turns, unpinned, in my sleep,
For thoughts of thunder, lightning and rain
Or night mares rode again.

Sixteen hooves as cannons sound!
They shake the towers to the ground;
And shake the keys; and shake the chains;
And answer lightning; and answer rain.

But on high the pins still hold
Through blasting heat; through blistering cold;
And onward through the end of time.
Horse repelled; rider felled; angels light from tree to cloud.

And fallen I, upon my knee;
Far less than angel; far less than tree;
Far less than you is bowed me.
Tired, cold, and scared I sing:
All in hope of angel’s wings:
The downy comfort, warmth, and hope.

O, pull the pins!
Let come again All Great Things upon the earth!