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I am the air
02:37
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I am the air, I am everywhere
I am inside you, behind you, before you
I’m indivisible. Just try to find me.
I am uncountable.
I bring rain upon my shoulder,
I bring fire in my hand.
I tell the trees just how to blow,
I tell the storm to land.
The winds are my children,
they do the changing work.
They scatter seeds and bend the trees,
and make the leaves to fall.
North, South, East, West,
They bear the bees along.
They guide the birds,
And steal the words of those who go before them.
I am the air, I am everywhere.
I am the king of the weather.
I am tornado, I’m hurricane,
I am the gale, I am the thunder.
I always speak my mind.
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I am a cloud
04:03
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I am a cloud. I am upside down.
I am together, I am apart.
Upon the blue sky, now.
I spin around the world.
I change a thousand miles a minute
I am just born, and I’m disappearing.
I’m like the waves in the sky.
I’m a reflecting pool.
I mirror every ripple far below me.
I am an answer, I am surprising,
and I only take dictation from the wind.
I am a cloud, you do the work:
Just tell me what to be.
I am a thousand shapes upon the palette of the sky
I am a bird, I am a ship, I am a tree.
I am the music! I’m getting louder now.
I’m the original art form etched upon a blank slate.
I am the earth-shattering image of a face up in the sky,
I am the untold story of the beginning of time.
I’m the original conversation, and an ongoing negotiation.
I am purposeful obscurity, I’m spectacular multiplication.
I’m the universal symphony, and the centuries in reverse,
I’m the singular revelation of articulate matter,
I am the untrained genius of the childlike mind,
I am the waves in the sea!
I am disappearing.
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I am a mountain
05:32
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I am a mountain, I am Father Time.
I am a memory, a reminder, of the old things.
I am a monument. I never forget.
I am a sculpture of a former life.
Secretly, I’m not tall, I’m small.
The exposure makes me shy.
Failure’s not an option, I cannot take it back.
I’m naked at the summit, I’m lost in the avalanche.
You can use me, you can climb me.
I will lift you up, I’m not like the rest.
I’m the voice that supports you,
The voice that affirms you.
I will never contradict you,
I say yes.
Talk to me. Talk to me.
You can laugh at the world, and I’ll laugh back.
Climb me. You can climb me.
We can sing together, or apart.
Higher than the wind can wind,
Darker than the storm that blacks the sky,
Sweeter than the water flowing down me,
The oldest metaphor we know.
I am listening. What do you need?
You lack the journey. I will oblige.
A mountain to conquer,
A memory to make.
Simpler, much simpler than you think.
To climb is easier. To think is to wait.
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I am a rock
03:51
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I am a wanderer, I only travel lightly.
I’m never in the same place as I was the day before.
I live with my brothers, the stones beneath your feet.
Never sedentary, we breathe the air you breath.
I’m from very far away.
No space, no sight, no sound.
The loneliest of lonely things,
I have to form the ground.
My body is a tempest, my stomach is the sea.
I laugh at all the glaciers, you cannot fathom me.
I am metamorphosis, the first and the last!
I was here before you, I’ll be here till the end.
I am liquid fire, I’m a million years.
I part the waves, and shake the ground,
I cause the land to quake.
The heat of the earth is my mother,
She lives under the sea.
She keeps me warm.
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I am snow
02:28
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I start life as a vapor.
My heart is made of sand.
My pattern is impossible.
I’m a diagram, one hundred hands.
I live among the dancers.
We fall but we don’t die.
Together we’re destructive,
Intensifying white.
Total noise, and total silence.
We drown the light, we drown the life!
A crystal. A diamond in the sky.
I am a wonder. I am the music of a silent world.
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I am a tree
03:27
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I eat the sun, I drink the light.
I am a conjurer. My sugar is self-sacrifice.
I cut my arm to feed my leg.
I am waiting for nothing, needing for nothing.
I am an army, I am the mother of them all,
I can regenerate.
I clone a nation from my foot.
I am a country of one.
I am a family; I am a household.
I have skin and I can bruise and I can bleed, and I can cry.
I make my friends. We are connected.
We are inseparable. We grow intertwined.
We share the sky, we are agreed.
I can give, and I can care for.
I’ve got other mouths to feed.
They need me.
I am a tree. I know secrets that you will never know.
I channel lighting. I see in color.
I make the air you need to grow.
I’m not a man, I’m not a woman.
Surprisingly I’m both.
And when I know that I must die
I put the best of me back into the ground.
I stretch for miles and miles and miles.
And let’s not forget my leaves:
Clouds of green.
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I am a river
02:56
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I am a river. I am a world.
I am the distance, I am a system, I am the source.
I start my life in the ice.
With a little warmth, and a little sun,
I will travel miles.
I am a danger, I’m raging.
I am refreshment, I am a rush.
I am a sculptor, I am persuasion,
And I run. And I run!
I am a river, I am a mother.
I give an arm, a foot, a tooth, a tongue.
I give a rib, a mouth, a hand, a lung!
When the time is right,
A sharp edge becomes skin-smooth.
When the time is right,
I change my body. I rise, and I rise!
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Majel Connery New York
Repressed Classical influence + electronic mentality. Based between two impermanent places in NY. If you like this music, you might hate my band, Sky Creature, but check it out anyway (skycreature.nyc).
Majel Connery recommends:
my wilder side
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