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All of the water flows
Back to the same repose
Everything is the river
I'm gonna jump right in her
I want to taste the peace she knows
And become it
To watch all the life
That she makes grow
Just to love it
I love it
We are spiraling
Always spiraling
Look up at the stars
Deep in your own eyes
It's the same as the tree branch
The river touching inland
Your brain's neurons firing
It's the universe strand
High in the canopy
Everything you can see
Down to the forest floor now
Everything green that comes out
The serpent that coils up the treeIs just a symbol
For everything that is you and me
Since beginning the journey
We are spiralingAlways spiraling
Look up at the stars
Deep in your own eyes
It's the same as the tree branch
The mushroom underground and
Your brain's neurons firing
It's the universe strand
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Kneeling by an unnamed grave
face pressed to the veil
prayers to our forgotten gods
that they may reveal
A bridge of shadows hung between
two ancient, unmarked ways
the spirit trail and path of dreams
abandoned to decay
The world I long for
stays hidden
clouds shroud the peaks
so I climb the stony ridge
where fog consumes my eyes
and on the freezing wind
I’ll burry my mind
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In the foothills
that walk this way.
In the flatlands
where the black-tailed graze.
In the mountains
where I train my gaze.
By the seashore
where we ride the waves.
If we live lightly,
and leave no trace,
then the breaths we breathe
will become our grace.
We say grace
for California.
We say grace.
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You could make the best of acknowledging your true love
When it hits you and you realize all that’s growing still
Well sometimes I’m the ogre
That dwells within the forest
wielding swords and seeking blood
to spill out on the mossy floor.
Grief runs deep.
Who can know where time goes
Just hoping that the love grows
Into something
but you realize nothing’s growing there
In our clearer times we both see
Our love it needs to run free
We must part and begin again
Let’s have a go alone, my friend
We start healing
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A magic wand has atmosphere at one end
The magic wand wakes early every mornin'
Roman candle, magic wand
When the fireball is gone
Snorkle in the maui water moving
A magic wand stays undernearth my robe
As i pass through treetop grove
I gain momentum as i go
The sparks were colored when they show
Let the landslide go
The rain is gone afterglow
Far horizon wildly magic wood will grub and grow
Sent a mode from the islands wont you know
On grif perched high with sunset
Let the seams wide reset the wind and wave again
Magic wand speak clearly, now i know that you are near me
Staring still through reflection
And your spots have inflection ohhh
Magic feeling, magic wand
Laying on the summer lawn
Wild landscape cascade and hood spray
New neighborhood filled up with new day
Here goes in, here goes out
Thats what its all about
Here goes in, there goes out
Into a hole
When a tree falls crash
The multicolored ribbon of the rainbow sash
Invisible, you tried to touch it
It fell so fast, we ran so much
And later in the gold pile laughing
The camera in your brain is photographing
Let moment scatter, let it rise, before your eyes
The magic wand is ohhhhhh
The magic wand is ohhhhhh
The magic wand is ohhhhhh
The magic wand is ohhhhhh
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Have you ever met a man with seven honorary degrees?
They're all MFAs but for the sentimental phD.
Every institution on the list is from the Ivy League,
and the only reason Princeton ain't down is 'cause they're payin' me.
Just stop lookin' for whatever you're lookin' for.
Nobody you meet is gonna ever deserve you more.
I don't know the details of your little quiz,
but I know that every answer's the same and I know what it is.
Don't try to tell me 'bout the difference 'tween Mrs. and Ms.,
'cause you may not be mine yet, but I guarantee that you ain't his.
Better you just stop lookin' and erase the scores.
Nobody you meet is gonna ever deserve you more.
I have never been surer in all my life,
but does it matter to you if the feeling doesn't do you right?
I'm not sure how to prove these things to you,
'cause I could talk all night, but who exactly am I talking to?
Neither of us know what it is we're looking for,
but nobody you meet is gonna ever deserve you more.
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All of the water flows
Back to the same repose
Everything is the river
I'm gonna jump right in her
I want to taste the peace she knows
And become it
To watch all the life
That she makes grow
Just to love it
I love it
We are spiraling
Always spiraling
Look up at the stars
Deep in your own eyes
It's the same as the tree branch
The river touching inland
Your brain's neurons firing
It's the universe strand
High in the canopy
Everything you can see
Down to the forest floor now
Everything green that comes out
The serpent that coils up the treeIs just a symbol
For everything that is you and me
Since beginning the journey
We are spiralingAlways spiraling
Look up at the stars
Deep in your own eyes
It's the same as the tree branch
The mushroom underground and
Your brain's neurons firing
It's the universe strand
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Kneeling by an unnamed grave
face pressed to the veil
prayers to our forgotten gods
that they may reveal
A bridge of shadows hung between
two ancient, unmarked ways
the spirit trail and path of dreams
abandoned to decay
The world I long for
stays hidden
clouds shroud the peaks
so I climb the stony ridge
where fog consumes my eyes
and on the freezing wind
I’ll burry my mind
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In the foothills
that walk this way.
In the flatlands
where the black-tailed graze.
In the mountains
where I train my gaze.
By the seashore
where we ride the waves.
If we live lightly,
and leave no trace,
then the breaths we breathe
will become our grace.
We say grace
for California.
We say grace.
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You could make the best of acknowledging your true love
When it hits you and you realize all that’s growing still
Well sometimes I’m the ogre
That dwells within the forest
wielding swords and seeking blood
to spill out on the mossy floor.
Grief runs deep.
Who can know where time goes
Just hoping that the love grows
Into something
but you realize nothing’s growing there
In our clearer times we both see
Our love it needs to run free
We must part and begin again
Let’s have a go alone, my friend
We start healing
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A magic wand has atmosphere at one end
The magic wand wakes early every mornin'
Roman candle, magic wand
When the fireball is gone
Snorkle in the maui water moving
A magic wand stays undernearth my robe
As i pass through treetop grove
I gain momentum as i go
The sparks were colored when they show
Let the landslide go
The rain is gone afterglow
Far horizon wildly magic wood will grub and grow
Sent a mode from the islands wont you know
On grif perched high with sunset
Let the seams wide reset the wind and wave again
Magic wand speak clearly, now i know that you are near me
Staring still through reflection
And your spots have inflection ohhh
Magic feeling, magic wand
Laying on the summer lawn
Wild landscape cascade and hood spray
New neighborhood filled up with new day
Here goes in, here goes out
Thats what its all about
Here goes in, there goes out
Into a hole
When a tree falls crash
The multicolored ribbon of the rainbow sash
Invisible, you tried to touch it
It fell so fast, we ran so much
And later in the gold pile laughing
The camera in your brain is photographing
Let moment scatter, let it rise, before your eyes
The magic wand is ohhhhhh
The magic wand is ohhhhhh
The magic wand is ohhhhhh
The magic wand is ohhhhhh
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Have you ever met a man with seven honorary degrees?
They're all MFAs but for the sentimental phD.
Every institution on the list is from the Ivy League,
and the only reason Princeton ain't down is 'cause they're payin' me.
Just stop lookin' for whatever you're lookin' for.
Nobody you meet is gonna ever deserve you more.
I don't know the details of your little quiz,
but I know that every answer's the same and I know what it is.
Don't try to tell me 'bout the difference 'tween Mrs. and Ms.,
'cause you may not be mine yet, but I guarantee that you ain't his.
Better you just stop lookin' and erase the scores.
Nobody you meet is gonna ever deserve you more.
I have never been surer in all my life,
but does it matter to you if the feeling doesn't do you right?
I'm not sure how to prove these things to you,
'cause I could talk all night, but who exactly am I talking to?
Neither of us know what it is we're looking for,
but nobody you meet is gonna ever deserve you more.
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Blue crystal fire
Blue crystal fire
Burn brightly in me
Burn brightly in me
In me my love
Smooth singing sunshine
Smooth singing sunshine
Wrap your blanket around me
Wrap your blanket around me
Around me my love
Fast flowing waterfall
Fast flowing waterfall
Wash my tears away
Wash my tears away
Away my love
Deep within the forest
Deep within the forest
There I wait for you
There I wait for you
For you my love
Deer with silver antlers
Deer with silver antlers
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
With me my love
Sweet smiling moonbeams
Sweet smiling moonbeams
Be my rhapsody
Be my rhap-so-deep
So deep my love
Blue crystal fire
Blue crystal fire
Burn brightly in me
Burn brightly in me
In me my love
Blue crystal fire
Blue crystal fire
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Since 2005 Gnome Life Records has been steadily releasing outsider folk, dreamy psychedelia, spoken word, and deep listening records & tapes… all from a foggy mountaintop in Big Sur, California (unceded Esselen land). Reflections is a celebration of the West Coast, mystic-weirdo ecosystem that Gnome Life serves to nourish and champion.
Enshrined here, digitally and on magnetic tape, are eleven Gnome Life artists’ and friends’ fractal interpretations of one another’s works. Artists were assigned to each other “secret Santa style” and so toiled covertly in their respective bedrooms, studios, or caves – seeking out and refining the precious ore within their prescribed tune.
It is perhaps of little surprise that such a remarkable cohort of artists would dig deeply and create covers so wildly their own. Yet, we can still remark at the way entirely new arrangements are built from single ear-worms, menacing dissonance is culled from groovy riffs, and the subconscious is given voice throughout this collection.
Originally conceived to commemorate fifteen years of operation, this collection’s release was delayed by the Covid-19 Pandemic, and thus emerges in 2021 for Gnome Life’s sweet sixteen. Side A contains the eleven aforementioned covers. While the B-side presents the original recordings of each song, for your enjoyment and deeper reflection.