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tell me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear
the stories to be told, my child, are not for you to fear
sing me a city of cinnamon; sing me a manticore's song
I will give you beads of amber and feathers all of gold
Sorrow is a child of dying stars with no one to tell her her name
red in her cloak as a winter sun she wanders, not entirely tame
are ye a child of stars dead and dying brought here from afar
with whorls of fate upon your eyes and Sorrow in your heart?
Sing me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear
the stories to be told, my love, are not for you to fear
sing me a city of cinnamon sing me a manticore's song
i will give you beads of amber and a feather cloak of gold
oh! (as red in her cloak as a winter sun
our daughter of dying stars
whorls of fate upon her eyes
and Sorrow in her heart
Sorrow, my heart!
sorrow is a child of dying stars
with no one to tell her her name
red in her cloak as a winter sun she wanders
Sing me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear
the stories to be told my love are not for you to fear
Does it not seem strange to ask, to talk by first light instead of last
the stars keep watch, the living dead and dying
You are dear as diamonds now to folk you've never known
the tale you fear to end is just beginning
hand in hand with Solace with a firebird at her back
a djinn and a grandmother at her sides
a sister's cloak of feathers wrapped around her here at last
her mother walks the lonely shore and cries
Tell me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear
The song you fear to end is just beginning
so sing me a city of wishes and fire
sing me a traveling song
I will give you worlds of wonder
and a feather cloak to keep you warm!
(sorrow is a child of dying stars
with no one to tell her her name
red in her cloak as a winter sun
she wanders)
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Seven
05:54
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City Of Marrow
07:26
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you'd never know that Marrow was
a glowing place, beautiful, before
her tarnished heart lost its way
so long, so long
gone are the colors, the apples and gems
each hunger answered with more
above and below she has rotted away
so long, so long
the great market calls
from canopied stalls
but a ghost town is all you will find
purses great and small
gold coins changing palms
gone paper and ruin and lost time
seventh sons and golden ball daughters
can take their own lives to hand
I have been to the city of Marrow
and I have come out again.
Fear not the wind of wasting
its howling is not for you
It's only an echo now withn
the hearts of those just passing through
(Beauty is lost in translation
no savoring what is devoured
All of us burned down to hunger
our glory gone)
Beauty is lost in translation
no savoring what is devoured
We become what we have eaten
I look at my lover and only see bones
no one looks under the skin anymore
there's only the wind now
there's only the wind now...
Fear not the wind of wasting
its cries are not for you
They're only echoes now within
the hearts of those
just passing through
when seventh sons and golden ball daughters
take their own lives to hand
fear not the city of Marrow
for you will come out again
I have been to the city of Marrow
and I have come out again
Fear not the wind of wasting
Its howling is not for you
Only an echo now within
the hearts of those just passing through
the hearts of those long ago passed through
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Tell the truth, there are things I don't miss.
Fairy tales are not safe to be kissed in,
not when you're the girl with the golden ball.
Tell the truth, Mama. You weren't prepared for
me to be what we're taught to be scared for.
No one rescues the girl who was written to fall.
What to do when we don't fit the narrative?
Left out to perish on a hill,
some of us would fight our way back,
fight our way back into it,
but do not look to me to be the one who will.
Cast aside, left to peril and pain,
left to weather the wind and the rain,
thought wicked and told to "run along and play",
turns out that I'm a survivor,
took the gamble of dead or alive, or
set free in the story, come what may.
What to do when we don't fit the narrative?
Left to the mercy of the storm,
some of us would fight our way back,
fight our way back into it,
but do not look to me to crush myself to fit the form.
I am no lost child coming home.
"Run along and play."
Did you really imagine I'd waste my time
begging to come back to stay?
You thought the world would break me,
told the wild to rise and take me, so now
why should I be bothered
how you feel or what you say?
All the babes left in the wood
who don't turn out "like they should",
all the boys they call no good,
all the girls in scarlet hoods,
let your wolfish smiles be seen.
You were never so unclean as
all the ignorance that gave you
no one else to come and save you,
'cause you don't fit the narrative.
Left out of wishes coming true,
some of us would fight our way back,
fight our way back into this,
but do not look to me to cut my feet
to fit the shoe.
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Grotteschi The Red
08:18
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Manticore's Lullaby
03:20
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May your dreams be all of sun
and heated sand, and sky
when you wake may all your singing
help your heart to fly
May you never be closed in an amber cage
with an amber lock and key
may you roar and sing beneath the sun
and the shade of the Upas tree
bear your tiny teeth, my child
the sun will fall in love with you
and teach you how to sting and roar
and sing and kill, as fathers do.
turn your prayer to sky and sand
nomatter where you fall
may the desert echoes teach you
all their secret songs
My amber cage had an amber lock
and the girl had an amber key
and a manticore was bound and sore
in the city in the trees.
My amber cage had an amber lock
and the good girl a key of her own
she set me free with a shining smile
and far from all cages we roam
may the desert echoes hold you
in their ruddy paws
may your prayer be heard by sky and sand
nomatter where you fall
may you never be closed in an amber cage
with an amber lock and key
may you roar and sing beneath the sun
and the shade of the Upas tree
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Ember Queen, Ash Queen
07:26
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peeking through the embers
stirring up a storm
kashkash is watching you
and keeping you from harm
Ember Ash and Kindling
pretty kings and queens
counting out your wishes
lighting up your dreams
listen to your mother
when she takes you to town
for kashkash gobbles all
the naughty children down
Hearth, Tinder, Flint & Steel
pretty kings and queens
granting all your wishes
dancing in your dreams
never make a wish that will
make your mother frown
for kashkash gobbles all
the naughty children down
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The Mice
05:36
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In the beginning there was dust dust dust
but we will eat the yellow as we must must must
when we eat the sun will it taste like mouse?
we swear by the dust we shall soon find out!
In the beginning there was dust dust dust
but we will eat the weaver as we must must must
when we eat the sun will it taste like mouse?
we swear by the dust we shall soon find out!
Dust was first, then yellow came along
viceroy Baldtail golden in the throng
long live Baldtail eaten in a trice
all for the glory of the kingdom of mice!
In the beginning there was dust dust dust
but we will eat the yellow as we must must must
when we eat the sun will it taste like mouse?
we swear by the dust we shall soon find out!
Yellow came first, then green came along
and purple met its end in the bellies of the throng
Blackwhisker and Dustbelly made their sacrifice,
all for the good of the kingdom of mice!
In the middle there is dust dust dust
but we will eat the green/purple as we must must must
when we eat the sea will it taste like mouse?
we swear by the dust we shall soon find out!
Yellow, green and purple, crimson to come!
we deserve better than the dust our home!
Manglepaw came and we ate him up dead,
there in the dust at the Feast of Red!
In the end there is dust dust dust
but we will eat the RED as we must must must
when we eat the city will it taste like mouse?
we swear by the dust we shall soon find out!
down with the dust and the weaver's eyes!
down with the spider with her belly full of flies
we will take the brightest road
and taste of the world as we tasted gold
in the beginning there was dust dust dust
but we will eat the colors as we must must must
when we eat the world will it taste like mouse
we swear by the dust we shall soon find out
we swear by the dust we shall soon find out
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Solace
12:49
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Firebird's Child
04:35
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I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird's child! (I am the firebird's child!)
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
And like the flame, I am wild wild wild wild WILD!
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird's child! (I am the firebird's child!)
I am the firebird, the boldest song you've ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild!
Join in the dance and make it wild!
To see a maiden dance around a fire is not so strange
but fire dances round the limbs of this uncommon maid!
Be brave enough to burn and you'll be brave enough to fly!
Join your sister Solace as she lights the morning sky!
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird's child! (I am the firebird's child!)
I am the firebird, the boldest song you've ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild wild Wild
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird's child! (I am the firebird's child!)
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
And like the flame, I am wild wild wild wild WILD!
Wonders of the water air and earth are all the same
you'll never know a wonder like the wonders of the flame!
Freely fly as what you are and never walk in shame!
You must not fear to blister if you'd live a life in flame!
I am girl and firebird and solace is my name!
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird's child! (I am the firebird's child!)
I am the firebird, the boldest song you've ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild!
Join in the dance and make it wild!
If you're brave enough to dance then you are brave enough to fly!
Forget what's right and proper! You won't know until you try!
If you're brave enough to fly, then you are brave enough to burn!
Take my hand and join me in the Carnival of Dawn!
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird's child! (I am the firebird's child!)
I am the firebird, the boldest song you've ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild!
Join in the dance and make it wild!
Sister will you follow me?
Sister will you follow me?
Sister will you dance with me?
Sister sorrow walk with me!
Sister will you follow me? Sister will you dance with me?
Sister sorrow walk with me! Sister will you follow me?
Sister will you burn with me? Sister will you follow me?
Sister sorrow dance with me!
Like a flame you must be wild/I am a firebird!
Like a flame you must be wild/I am a firebird!
Like a flame you must be wild/I am a firebird!
Like a flame you must be wild
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird's child! (I am the firebird's child!)
I am the firebird, the boldest song you've ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild!
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird's child! (I am the firebird's child!)
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird and Solace is my name
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S. J. Tucker Perry, Arkansas
“Without our songs and stories, we are nothing.” S. J. Tucker has been captain of her own music career since 2004, when she left the workaday world behind to sing songs and change lives. Tucker is the voice of lore at the campfire and the sharp laughter of modern myth. With one hand anchored in her art and the other held out to us, she is songs and stories, community and wit. ... more
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