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Burnt Offering

by Daguerreotypes

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Mahtab Sabet
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Mahtab Sabet Poetic lyrics, strong vocals, incredible guitar-playing. Reminiscent of Cat Stevens in musical style and theme, but with a more vulnerable, intimate lyricism.

Can't wait for more music :) Favorite track: Each Moment Passes Lonely.
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abdonoval James's guitar playing is impeccable. This is an EP of wonderful, organic compositions, lovely lyrics, and a special warmth. Favorite track: I'd Love to Be Your Lover.
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Adib nobody buy this. it made my kids cry
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In the daytime I marvel at the sun and the rain I am a beast full of rejoicing Til nighttime reminds me of my lonely bed And in it I lie awake wondering The world grows swollen, our place in it grows small I abide in the weaving of meaning A coat or a cloak to keep out the cold To warm the baby there weaning The small frozen sparrow I pressed to my chest Said, “the language of your life is longing It threshes your throat, it harrows your hope Until you’re fit for the king’s harvest”
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If I were the sun I could kiss your skin and clothes I’d illuminate your beauty I’d bring gladness to your soul And I would wake you every morning With the hard work of my love I’d love to be your lover But I’d settle for the sun If I were the wind I would whisper in your ear I would bless you with my silence Then run my fingers through your hair I could be cold and make you closer To the ones you’re standing with I’d love to be your lover But I’d welcome being the wind If I were the ground I would hold you high above I’d raise daisies for your pleasure Trees would testify my love And I would guard your body in the soil When your soul was heaven bound I’d love to be your lover But I’d be glad to be the ground I’m sure this world’s a wonder For those who wander hand in hand And I know this world was built for loving But I am not sure I am Oh mother, make me elemental So she can feel my perfect love Because my hands, my mouth, my eyes, my mind Could never be enough
3.
Self is not a temple That falls on your head It’s a hard silver hammer That’s placed in your hand Spread before my vision A multitude of lives Murmuring cries for mercy Only one can survive Self is not a temple That falls on your head It’s a hard silver hammer That’s placed in your hand Who will survive this journey? To the red wet gaping mouth of the grave I have burned my coat of many colours I am pliant and plain Self is not a temple That falls on your head It’s a hard silver hammer That’s placed in your hand The moments bring new murder To the beat of drum and fife I am killer, I am creator Every second is a knife It’s so hard to know Who becomes you the best And who will be waiting When you lay down to rest But self is not a temple That falls on your head It’s a hard silver hammer That’s placed in your hand
4.
Beside every life I lead A thousand more lie asleep Dreamless and lidless they wait For a choice of mine to make them awake I’m in love with this This is all there is Each moment passes lonely Passes this way once only Our memory just an elegy For what passes this way once lonely I’m in love with this This is all there is Crowned in leaves and clover I crawled naked from the grove With coins of joy and pain Falling around me in sheets of rain I’m in love with this This is all there is
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Justify Me 03:41
My labour vindicates me My busy days are happy Building the worlds for me to Disappear into then give to you But in the still of evening In the rookery I am roosting Waiting for you to find me To bind me, define me, to justify me The soul of man it stands complete It walks above all worldly need But the body yearns to unify I’m kneeling and waiting Justify me I am a lonely beast who Is longing to be released through Rattling the bars of my life By howling at stars in the night But I know that you can tame me You can give me a home and name me And you need a real companion To close the lips of the canyon The soul of man it stands complete The love of God its only need But the body yearns to unify I’m lying in wait here Justify me
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I cower before you and beg for mercy; you comply by effecting my complete destruction.

I wake up pink and raw, like a well-scrubbed boy, blinking with wonder into the surf and shore. My nose is filled with the smell of salt, my ears with gulls and endless roaring.

My hair is newly blond and I am naked, my small frame lithe and leonine—each muscle with its own special economy. This, for turning my head just so. That, for drumming idly on my belly. My hazel eyes now a deep living brown, like flesh beneath the sun.

I drink from rock pools and eat the prawns that gather there. My stomach has learned to digest the coarse grass of the dunes. I sing to myself in strange languages and modes that were forgotten before they existed.

The songs signify nothing. They would be songs of praise, or maybe even laments that ache from your absence, but with my first death you have also snapped the neck of all of my memories. You are no more real to me than the places beyond these dunes.

Each morning brings new demented gratitude. I stand staring dumbly on the shore and feel the water lapping at my feet. The waves are friendly tongues of bewildered dogs, welcoming me between horizons.

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released June 11, 2016

Recorded by Ivan Mihoci and Galen Humber. Mixed by Ivan Mihoci. Emblem for the Daguerreian Sodality designed by Na'im Moore.

Thanks to the Farr, Jackson, and Samimi-Moore families. Thanks to Ivan for his patience and perseverance. Thanks to all who have shown me kindness and encouragement. This album is for Shirin, who sees the beauty in my dissonance.

“Hallowed be the Lord, the most excellent of all creators!” – Bahá’u’lláh

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Self is not a temple that falls on your head, it's a hard silver hammer that's placed in your hand.

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