Jordan Reyne Creative Arts

<a href="https://jordanreyne.bandcamp.com/album/chapter-zero-digital-pre-order">Chapter Zero (digital pre-order) by Jordan Reyne</a>
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There are no links to the latter two because Jordan (along with other musicians) considers them parasites ;)
Chapter Zero, her latest release, is only available on Bandcamp, as will be the case for any furture releases.

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1) The Weavers

You bid us come
You, without thread or needle.
You, who won't heed our price.

If this be done,
Your patchwork of Shadows, Deamons,
They'll roll our earth like dice.

Hear the waves roar, faster,
Oh sisters, hold, our thread must last her.
Away low, turning,
The birth of her is mountains burning.
So gaze on your master -
His face, his word, your everafter,
Fly!!

Are you aware you've lost her?
Your casual power, its own disaster.
The fields are burning.
The cloth is set.
Your weave and weft,
Your fire.

....
Hear us.
Your creator is no god
For any mortal can give birth to what they please
And conjur a gratitude unwarranted by deeds
That you would gladly act out
what they themselves cannot achieve
But you have a choice
Live as his ego's weapon
or become who you were born to be and
Fly

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2) Where Are You?

No
Tell me those trails across the sky
Don't simply turn upon themselves
Don't only circle hollow bones and shells
And seal the knot in time

No
Tell me the rumours of your capture
Are just ever-lolling tongues
The dead repeating failed hopes and tones
That you got out alive

No
Tell me you didn't just believe it
When they told you you were monstrous
That the looping off of wings would bring you solace
Tell me you got out alive

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3) Beyond the Wall

Her hands were bloodied when I found her,
So mad and shattered, by the wall
And through the crack that she had chiselled
The silhouettes, of hundreds more.

Oh buried deep inside stone circles
she says she heard a childs call
a song of lostness and of longing
though he himself had built them all.

And in the failing light I could only join her
with all the strength and twilight that age might bring
But for each brick we dug free, and tore asunder
we heard still more being piled high, closing from within.

It could have been the stagnant air, there
that crushing space that altered tone
For now no child's voice came
Just the cold echo of stone.
But she was crazed by her sorrow
begged mortar “let him sing!”
And when the walls themselves sighed
She still heard him

I could not tell her of his death
Such dread truths slowly dawn
And when my words couldn't find breath
That fortress sang alone.
And she dug on, in her madness
Wild haired and broken boned
Til she was torn from herself
to the empty song of stones.

When I buried her - a wreck from cruel shores,
That same baneful rock held her beneath the earth.
Oh to unbuild our defences, and give our life it's breath
Lest the children we murder, murder
In the echoes of their death.

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4) Into the Deep

The grinding days sway empires
stones, quiet, piled on graves
As bricks and mortar dry
the walls close ranks to sky.
Under. The only way.

Each of his repetitions
His-story’s killing fields
we fear our own life-breath
death bids us meet our shadows, yet

(Chorus)
we try and run 100 miles

Dear sisters, hades beckons
while those who chew on flowers starve dry
Our ruined earth and womb go
down down
to windless tombs
or try and run 100 miles.

Dance with your deamons, sisters.
Brothers take your fleshless bones is arm
stare in those fearsome eyes
to where our own reflections hide
or try and run 100 miles.

When we return, in ashes
wear those cinders, black, burned, born
look on those walls, those guards,
those harrowed soldiers, weapons jarred

Will try to run 100 miles.

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5) Mother Tongue

You had that air of someone born to keeping secrets
Born to burying what's never to be told
Your mother, oh that tempest to your shipwreck
Your sister like a lighthouse on the shore

You were that man I never met, there, in the stairwell
Not a man, for lack of being there at all
Your empty eyes a tunnel to that darkness
That in hiding, you revealed ever more

The footprints of the vigilant betray them
As the silences between the notes are sung
That dissonance between deed and it's language
When you kiss and lie with your own mother's tongue

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6) How This Will End (Zemsta)

You made a mess of her face
Didn't you, god
She wears a warning
In invitations way
And when she sings for home
The very one you drove her from
All roads towards it bend and stray.

But you knew that all along, didn't you.

You gave her trembling hands
Didn't you god.
Where love and water
Run right through
And when her thirst burns sheer, true
And despair brings her near you
The very ground still falls away

But you knew that all along, didn't you.

But she found fire and rage
Didn't she god
That she would burn through
Bleed through
Be
And when your lightning tore ground
She screamed back, she disavowed
you
No longer cowering in your sway

But you knew that all along, didn't you.

You used her hope for love, then
Didn't you god
That man whose murders went unseen
And with his cold grip on her heart
"For the love of God", she cried out
She ripped his tongue clean from his throat
Futures collapsed,
were given birth
And when you smiled, she never knew,
and couldn't see.

But you knew that all along, didn't you, God.
You knew that all long.

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7) A Man and His Island

They were a good 2 million
but your press, your television
has some sad sad story for me.
Look round, the water rising
Make the place an arc, keep sailing,
let the nagging lag, crawl, drag
here is the key: boom

All heart, you go on camera
to just not say much
but turn it up turn it up
turn it off, turn it off.

So no man is an island
but an island man divides and
conquers look around so frightened
isolation heightens, makes you listen
so they
turn it up, turn it up
turn it off turn it off

Oh you're under British supervision
where a lack of nouse meets class derision
where when the people talk,
turn it off
we've enough of what we know they need to want

Old fart, another camera
Tromp de L'Or
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
turn it off turn it off turn if off
turn it off turn it off turn if off

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8) Just Press Play

On the main stage, yet again
The last horseman show
And his numbers game
How long is this going to play

It's a dud gig, but it pays
The Hypno turn on
Of his car crash gaze
How long till we look away?

It's a grims tale, what a scene
For this safety dance
Where feet only bleed
How long can they make this pay?

It's not about safe
It's not about trust
Just cover your ass, your face
Berate those who won't
They want a devide
They get it each time
They press play

The last act is The Wave
Where we turn on ourselves
In death, we will save
How long til we walk away?

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9) Borderlands

In the Borderlands we've barricaded bridges.
We've armed young boys with guns and hollow eyes.
Thier undernourished arms ache from the weapons
Whose casualties are only thier own lives.

I'm writing this, my love, because I miss you.
The ache that takes the shape of you won't fade.
I'd swim the rivers for your touch, one kiss
But your face, your eyes, they hold that same dead gaze.

The cliché goes, oh arm a man for fishing
That he may eat in synch with all the tides.
We arm our sons and daughters, young and willing
with all the weight of our own broken lives.

In the Borderlands we mourn our own division.
We mourn our separation from ourselves.
But it wasn't ever guns or plagues that robbed us
Of how to open hearts or heal worlds.

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