s/t (1994)
LYRICS
the eerie cold of the morning.
the sun shining through the pines. in
the distance a fish rises to an insect.
giving birth to infinite rings. soon the
sound reaches the forest, waking thousands
of dormant organisms. waking you and me.
katahdn. with all your majesty. bluebird.
chickadee. we set the lake on fire. katahdn.
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