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October
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The 26th
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Passing Overhead
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Birdhouse
01:51
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Waiting...
01:54
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Trees And Rain
02:04
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Windshield Dream
02:29
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8. |
Silent Dream
02:11
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9. |
A Rain Washed Dream
01:24
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10. |
Cornfield
01:50
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11. |
Home From The Harvest
02:31
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12. |
Shearing
01:27
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13. |
Clear View From Above
01:49
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Crows And The Dead
03:42
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The Final Green Place
03:30
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16. |
Harvest Moon
03:05
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17. |
By The Seaside
04:09
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18. |
October Burning
01:54
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19. |
They Rise To War
10:00
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20. |
Sickness On The Wind
05:41
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The sky slams grey upon the world
Sickness carried on the wind
With autumn’s sickle flag unfurled
Waiting for the end
With poison held against the sky
I watch these mindless fools
Standing in silence
Time slips by
Eternal symbols rule
A smile burns across my face
I know this season well
The horror of this human race
I bid them all farewell
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21. |
The Heralds Of Silence
08:52
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22. |
Reservation
03:24
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(Excerpt from a short story written September 1989)
“...The boy closed the branches and the outside world retained
its damp beauty and dark colors. The rough leaves still hissed as
the soft rain pattered upon them. Inside the forest, however, the
black and white stillness was felt again. The beauty and mystery
the boy felt was unexplainable, but he realized the power of this
place. No animals stirred. Only the chirps and calls of the birds
above could be heard. The forest seemed empty, but the wide
spaces between each thin tree contained an invisible life that could
be felt as the boy stepped into the woods. Immediately, however,
he stepped back. He sensed a power that he was not yet ready to
confront. Though his spirit knew that this was the place of its
origin, the boy couldn’t bring himself forward. The forest seemed
to call him, but he remained still.
Outside the insects creaked softly. Katydids crawled among the
bushes and the rain continued to fall upon the land. The rough,
mottled leaves with their strange colors bent in the falling rain.
The scent of the damp earth penetrated the boy’s senses. He knew
that he must leave this place. The outside world would not let him
go just yet and he heard once more the continuous drone of the far
away engine.
As the boy returned to the path, the rain ceased falling. The sky
remained deeply grey and the birds continued to rise and descend
from the treetops. The day was ending but the boy knew he would
return to this place. The forest would be waiting for him. As he
reached the end of the path, he noticed large beetles boring into
the damp wood of an ancient tree. The insects seemed to be part
of the tree, their dark brown wings reflecting the wet bark.
The boy then departed, leaving the forest with a calm and
refreshed soul. He could face the world of the unnatural once more.”
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Distant Lawnmower
00:51
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Tor Lundvall New York, New York
American painter and composer on Dais Records.
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