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31 January, 2017 • 6:59 pm 0

earthbound

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 31 January, 2017

This Will Destroy You – Another Language

1. New Topia 00:00
2. Dustism 5:30
3. Serpent Mound 11:51
4. War Prayer 17:01
5. The Puritan 24:43
6. Mother Opiate 27:42
7. Invitation 32:26
8. Memory Loss 36:36
9. God’s Teeth 42:37

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 31 January, 2017

Filed under: Arts, Media, poetry, songs, stories

31 January, 2017 • 11:18 am 0

Daniel Robert Lahey – Gravity’s Kiss

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 31 January, 2017

Filed under: Arts, Media, poetry, songs, stories

31 January, 2017 • 10:12 am 0

Andrew Lahiff – Illusion Fields

01. Numerical Clouds 0:00
02. Looking at the Window 7:46
03. The Indigo Experiment 14:56
04. Numbers 23:02
05. A Winter’s Tale 26:22
06. The Gates at Orion 34:20
07. Light Factory 40:29
08. Echoes of Planetary Dreams 47:39
09. Waking in Another World 54:21
10. Hidden Archeology 1:01:41

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 31 January, 2017

Filed under: Arts, Media, poetry, songs, stories

31 January, 2017 • 9:52 am 0

A Silver Mt. Zion – “This Is Our Punk-Rock,” Thee Rusted Satellites Gather and Sing

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 31 January, 2017

Filed under: Arts, Media, poetry, songs, stories

31 January, 2017 • 9:45 am 0

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Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 31 January, 2017

Filed under: Arts, Media, poetry, songs, stories

31 January, 2017 • 9:42 am 0

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Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 31 January, 2017

Filed under: Current Events

31 January, 2017 • 9:41 am 0

once upon a time

once upon a time
a time, a time
there was time
to sow the field
to harvest the crop
to store them in the barn
for when winter came

once upon a time
a time, a time
there was time
to gather and sing
under a pendent star filled sky
around the fire

and in that time
that time, that time
we woke at dawn
and homed at dusk
to eat what we had produced
and made with our own hands

once upon a time
a time long gone
when we could hunt
game plentiful
roast upon the fire
chip flints for arrowheads
make bows so taut
that the strings sang

once upon a time
we had time, had time
but that time has now
long gone
oh now so long ago

now, now, there is no time
no time to think, to breath
to take the time
that life needs
to live, to love
there is no time
now.

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 31 January, 2017

Filed under: Arts, Media, poetry, songs, stories

31 January, 2017 • 9:06 am 0