they forged not by force but will
eight black stones
each hour a vow
4 in silence — no voice, no screen
2 to speak — only then
1 to move — the body is prayer
1 to give — lift another
walk this path
and become fire in the age of noise
they forged not by force but will
eight black stones
each hour a vow
4 in silence — no voice, no screen
2 to speak — only then
1 to move — the body is prayer
1 to give — lift another
walk this path
and become fire in the age of noise
eden’s rind worn in thread
kippahs like crescent fruit
they read law by moonlight
found exile in the tongue
no land was void
no people myth
they called the wound holy
but we are not the remnant
we are the root
planting prayers in siege
wearing the seedstone still
eden’s rind worn in thread
kippahs like crescent fruit
they read law by moonlight
found exile in the tongue
no land was void
no people myth
they called the wound holy
but we are not the remnant
we are the root
planting prayers in siege
wearing the seedstone still
Queens Park Ipswich 10:00am – 12:30pm
at Queens park, come meet the crew
with Paul and the Greens, there's heaps to do
free feed, good chats, the Green vibe is bright
a Greens Blair is a better Blair for everyone 😀💚🌿 See you there
Queens Park Ipswich 10:00am – 12:30pm
at Queens park, come meet the crew
with Paul and the Greens, there's heaps to do
free feed, good chats, the Green vibe is bright
a Greens Blair is a better Blair for everyone 😀💚🌿 See you there
a breach in the firewall
where mercy seeps through
but the mystics knew
it was the gate
a breach in the firewall
where mercy seeps through
but the mystics knew
it was the gate
For my people are in danger
Who would have ever thought the Deep State
Were the National Park rangers
For my people are in danger
Who would have ever thought the Deep State
Were the National Park rangers
dressed modern flannel
made in Bangladesh
Jesse Welles knows of the modern highway
the road the white line
and the hush of static
on a late-night radio
with songs no one sings anymore
for it is still nice to know
the price of a broken chord
and the joy of letting it ring
dressed modern flannel
made in Bangladesh
Jesse Welles knows of the modern highway
the road the white line
and the hush of static
on a late-night radio
with songs no one sings anymore
for it is still nice to know
the price of a broken chord
and the joy of letting it ring