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theillalogicalspoon – Most High: https://theillalogicalspoon.bandcamp.com/track/most-high thoughts on the season, community, etc…

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 21
Joshua Barton – Lac Supérieur: https://joshuabarton.bandcamp.com/track/lac-sup-rieur-joshua-barton
theillalogicalspoon – Math!: https://theillalogicalspoon.bandcamp.com/track/math

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 22

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 23

static we find ourselves here awaiting peace, longing for rest, ever hoping for Truth to be revealed; still failing to fall in love for lack of agreement… and all we lose is our fleeting nothingness; our mythic adventures are coming to a precipice, we are choking to death the value that lies behind our eyes, with the deafening static droning in our ears, the relentless deception drowning us with years and years and years of misdirection and fear resistance is fertile

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psalters – Will Scarlett: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utYWFLRd5Is

Your princes they are rebels (rebels!)
companions of thieves
everyone, they love their bribes

and chases after gifts
every mountain, every mountain, every mountain made low
every valley, every valley, every valley up shall grow

There is a new way, out of this old mess
listen to the cry, from the wilderness
make a straight path, for the way of the Lord!
Your rulers see their towers (towers!)

and are filled with vanity
one day you will see that the powers that be
will have no power over me

every mountain, every mountain, every mountain made low
every valley, every valley, every valley up shall grow

There is an old way, out of this new mess
listen to the cry, from the wilderness
make a straight path, for the way of the Lord!

It is by giving, that we do receive
and by forgiving, that we are forgiven
it is by dying, that we are born
Into ever lasting life (x4)
The Kingdom calls for courage (courage!)

We will cry, the Lord will say
“If you break the yoke of oppression…
your night will become noonday”

It is by giving/ every mountain…

Into everlasting life (x8)

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 26
Sufjan Stevens – Chicago: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQRsiNX9LR8

The natural world, in its most basic existence, shows us what life is all about. Before we began paving over so many lands and making things more convenient for the sake of evolving our minds, we learned from the stories of our surroundings. What we’ve created and now inhabit is a fantasy world. We are ruled by something that is not real. Our status, our wants, our desires, what we can and can’t have, are all guided by money. Thankfully, most of the things we can’t have are things we don’t need. But so many go without because they have no money. And often, they have been made poor and destitute by our parasitic institutions. Some see these people as diseased, some see them as subhuman, not even worthy of a better life. Some may say “If they wanted a better life, they’d go get a job.” Well, it’s not that simple, the world doesn’t want you when you’re destitute and dirty. If you can’t wash your clothes, you can’t get a job. It’s funny how in order to get the things you want, you have to have some of them already. But everyone needs something more. Each of us is looking for that one thing that will make us feel complete. That spiritual thing that will cure our disease, make us not want, make us love, not hate. Many don’t realize that this spirit of love is there already, it always has been. It’s in and around us and it envelops everything that ever was. But we insist on destroying it to try and make it better, ever advancing our technologies. We call it evil and do away with it and forbid others to partake. And then out of the goodness of our hearts, we decide to preserve a small portion. Maybe its because we feel bad for destroying so much of it already…perhaps it is simply to taunt the plebeian masses. Do we think that God cannot see what we’ve done? We build Him temples of wood and stone yet we debase the true holy temples of our hearts.

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 27

psalters – momamic: https://psalters.bandcamp.com/track/momamic

His step is fallin’ hard tonight.
Eve has long broken, cold black fell open,
Shine burns through fog we sought for shelter from that light.
It’s time we eat that dust up and take it in.
It’s where we come from, where we’re goin’, where we sin.
We’re the boots put us on tie us up,
You’re the Feet, You’re the Blood, we’re the cup runneth over, runneth over me.

The cold moon is looking down on me
It shines my crooked face, my wretched bones, my losing race.
There’s no escape, these cruel eyes of stone.
Alone alone alone with that cold moon.
Oh Lord oh Lord oh Lord You said You were comin soon

Good God it’s You we love yeah.
Good God look up above, there we are smiling down on You

Step in me, fill me up, we’re the boots, we’re the cup runneth over, runneth over me

Save us from all we’ve done with the blood of our Father’s Son
Until that moon turns blood red, until my wretched face has gone and fled,
Until that moon is washed anew, until these bones can rest again with You…with You…with You.

from The Divine Liturgy of the Wretched Exiles, released June 14, 2006

1 Corinthians 1: 26-31

For consider your calling, brothers: not many of you were wise according to worldly standards, not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth. But God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, so that no human being might boast in the presence of God. And because of him you are in Christ Jesus, who became to us wisdom from God, righteousness and sanctification and redemption, so that, as it is written, “Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.”

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Psalters – Train de vie: https://psalters.bandcamp.com/track/train-de-vie

father abraham was called out to move.
covenant made, there was blood in the groove.
story began spanning ages through,
when the word came, story became true.

Lord your people sojourners all Train de Vie!
One more echo ‘n th’ eternal song ‘f our hope & our love Train de Vie!
Empires gripping, diesel slipping, thru it’s fingers Train de Vie!
Underground weeds grow up through the cracks ‘n th’ concrete TRAIN DE VIE! [4x]

scattered church all parts of earth roaming
not conforming to this age or it’s kings
they pass away but on we sing
pilgrim songs of hope incarnating

locomotion, weak foundation, foolish notion – train de vie!
the fool is saying better things it’s insane wisdom – train de vie!
rouse us, spur us, incite exodus, Lord ignite the – train de vie!
via maris, via terra, via highway – train de vie!

not just a movement, we were meant to move
it’s our blood and our life, we’re called out too
in the midst of death camp stories share life
but the pages must wake, now is the time

rouse us, spur us, incite exodus, Lord ignite the – train de vie!
via marris, via terra, via highway, train de vie!
Pillar of Fire and Cloud – train de vie!
tear our weak foundations down – train de vie!

All Who Are Weary: https://psalters.bandcamp.com/track/all-who-are-weary

The crowd has gone away
Families went home to stay
The good christians gave their last prayers
As old friends offered one last solemn stare

We walk the dirt and stone
It is the land of a refugee alone
Forgotten men on long forgotten roads
So far to go so few to share the load

Everyone has come and gone
But the road is still a thousand miles long
And the worst for most is my very best

“come to Me all you weary and I will give you rest”

The patrons left the carnival
The sight seers seen their last sights
The mourners all cried and went
And the new dawn has given way tonight

Everyone has come and gone
But the road is still a thousand miles long
And the worst for most is my very best

Come to Me all you weary,
And I will give you rest.
One more step, one more step,
To my love, to my rest. rest.

from The Divine Liturgy of the Wretched Exiles, released June 14, 2006

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 30

psalters – dumpster divers: https://psalters.bandcamp.com/track/dumpster-divers

Come now and join the feast
From the greatest to the very least
Come now and join the feast
Right here in the belly of the beast

Cops and soldiers you can come too –
Lay down your guns and c’mon thru
Rich people get rid of your stuff
Poor people there will be enough

Mighty ones come down from your thrones
Little ones you will not be alone

Lazy man come to the table
Make some food for those who ain’t able
Pretty winner swallow your pride

Drink the ugly loser who for all died
Make sure everyone gets some
Then we’ll see the kingdom…

Matthew 6: 25-34

“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 31

psalters – psalm 6: https://psalters.bandcamp.com/track/psalm-6

Be gracious to me for I’m falling away
Heal me oh Lord for my bones are dismayed

And my soul is greatly dismayed
& my soul is greatly dismayed

Oh Lord how long Lord
Oh Lord how long Lord

Return and rescue my soul

from The Divine Liturgy of the Wretched Exiles, released June 14, 2006

defective prefect

this world’s kings
rule nothing.
derelict and dumb
to Truth, corrupted,
callous and crudely
used by unclean
spirits who possess,
abuse, plunder and loot
all of creation
to divide all into
states and nations
paddocked, isolated
goats and sheep,
as the war drums
keep on marching,
the beat droning
on and on and on

O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger,
or discipline me in your wrath.
2 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are shaking with terror.
3 My soul also is struck with terror,
while you, O Lord—how long?
4 Turn, O Lord, save my life;
deliver me for the sake of your steadfast love.
5 For in death there is no remembrance of you;
in Sheol who can give you praise?
6 I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
7 My eyes waste away because of grief;
they grow weak because of all my foes.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
9 The Lord has heard my supplication;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and struck with terror;
they shall turn back, and in a moment be put to shame.

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