The Gold We Seek

by Edenspore

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    All music is written & performed by Robyn Mello. Cover art is by Anne Yoncha & Brianna Barton.

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released June 1, 2013

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A multifaceted business encompassing the creative and earth-worshipping works of Robyn Mello. Music. Edible ecosystem design. Workshops. Herbal products. Jewelry. Deep dreaming. Growth. Bigger than the sum of its parts. Please listen to the music here, visit her social media and website, and interact! She wants to play, teach, listen, and learn with you! ... more

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Track Name: Pay No Attention To The Man
We're gettin' outta Oz
The green's comin' with us
Our lives have come too far
To share them with these odds

If we leave today
Move as far away as we can
Would you even notice we are gone
Or would you move on?

'Cuz this world's a sham
Nothin's to plan
Control's behind the curtain anyhow
So we're headin' out
The yellow bricks are turnin' into sand
Shit's gettin' outta hand
The horse has lost it's color
All eyes have turned to grey

Geniuses & martyrs
They get out when the gettin's good
The rainbow disappeared
But we thought we'd persevere

Heart, courage, & mind
If we'd listened to 'em close
Mighta solved all of the riddles
And tightened our own ropes

'Cuz this world's a sham
Nothin's to plan
Control's behind the curtain anyhow
So we're headin' out
The yellow bricks are turnin' into sand
Shit's gettin' outta hand
The horse has lost it's color
All eyes have turned to grey

We're gettin' outta Oz
Track Name: Thyme Flies
Sometimes wanting you
is a scary thing to do
from god to child
from have to give
from lust to friend
But anger, loss, & fear
aren't too be felt or real
the cycle's just a spiral
it all turns to soil

Seeing something through
is a scary thing to do
from seed to fruit
from womb to tomb
from start to end
The grass it isn't greener
the sky it isn't clearer
on the other side
the fence is not too high

Following the truth
is a scary thing to do
from lies to life
from myth to freedom
from law to revolution
The world we've come to live in
is as far away from heaven
as any place a creator could create
Until we live the real
we'll only know what's human
let's step up now
to see our dreams awake

Sometimes being free
is a scary way to be
she has a plan
we must only listen
and lead the next generation
If we don't pay attention
all this will be for nothing
this planet, she'll forget we walked her shores
but her trees are meant to climb
and her vines, they will not bind you
if you keep movin', honey bees will be the wings you need
until it's time for thyme to creep over your bones
Track Name: Stumped
Hands in a thousand places
plastic animals on bleached lawns
practiced Voodoo sparks from parking lots
scared what he's got under each arm
He walks city streets with closed eyes & red hawk wings
wooden bones he's carved from willow & he sings
the songs of aged men in the ground

Wood & feathers
stones & rivers
scales & leather
we are not
Touch not
take not
waste not
want not
learn each lesson we forgot

Incandescent streams have filled beneath his feet
rains to cleanse the bleeding earth
are running down the empty streets
everyone's afraid the future's here
the strings that guide his gliding steps
are they held by God or spectres near?

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He stops to roll inside himself
his sockets glance astray
"What are you looking at?"
The scared around him say
I walk on by & smile my smile
& he stops & looks my way
Says, "The new breed of alchemists
isn't seeking fame or gold
feel stories seep from every pore
my hands are yours to hold
we own the keys to all the doors
we are the gold we seek

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But leave behind
the shallow mind
that wants to be
what you have seen
the miracles in everything
are best when every life is king

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Track Name: Roasted
We spend our days
working to change
the weather where we are
We spend our nights
retreating from fake lights
designing our own stars
And when we rise
we do it all again
despite the damage that's been done
we look past it
to the exit
we're shining towards the sun
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Cynical though you may be
jaded in all you've learned
let us live in our world
and we'll let you be in yours
The sun rules all of our days
and the moon governs all of our nights
despite your different beliefs
this planet deserves the same rights
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Why don't we
leave our dreams
and follow our hearts
scatter our seeds
float on the breeze
this chapter's just the start
Death is a false prophet
we all know it
we can see what they hide
Open your eyes
universal signs
are revealing all the lies
// //
Dehumanized plastic people
fear & fashion guide the tour
forgotten streaks
shine in the trees
your shelters block out nature's forces
Feel the dirt in your fingers
mash it through your toes
muddy T-shirts and juice-stained lips
let the earth heal all your woes
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And when we rise
do it all again
despite the damage that's been done
we look past it
to the exit
we're flying towards the sun
Track Name: Tiny Anthem
A world of fans & crowds of wand'ring followers
is like a land of hungry fools relying on one farmer
Who made the world? Why does that even matter?
We're here right now. Forget about forever

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And pick up your tiny banjo
and play it all night long
listen to the tiny rhythms
become a tiny song
when we join our tiny voices
in one gigantic throng
there ain't nothin' we can't do
and no one stronger
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Our hands grow weak, our bottoms heavy
our eyes are blinded by the lights of fame
last time I checked, we all still bleed red
and our bodies, minds, & worth are all the same

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A string of words woven like our DNA
The things we're told, so trite, so old, so cliche
let's wind along designing our true future
throwing all our first world problems out the door

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