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Another Life​/​Another Live

by ilyAIMY

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Oracle 04:55
I come to you, hu\mble and willing, brave stepping over the bones of my brethren I wouldn't come here if I wasn't desperate, but I am too small, I cannot lift this. One cement block could hold all I love each moment sinking deep in the mud and I would do everything in my own power but I am too small, and so is the hour. And will I never be great because I refuse to be cruel will I always be afraid will I always need an oracle? They said you were great, and they were not lying, but why is greatness so terrifying great and terrible ... always in pairs so we come to an oracle, trembling and scared And will I never be great because I refuse to be cruel will I always be afraid will I always need an oracle? I do not steal like the rats in the rosebushes I do not kill like the owl in the forest I do not lie like the leaders of fortresses so will I die with the kind and the powerless? I do not steal like the rats in the rosebushes I do not kill like the owl in the forest I do not lie like the leaders of fortresses so I will die with the kind and the powerless. And I say that I will never be great because I refuse to be cruel and I will always be a little afraid I will always be little, but I would rather be little than ever be an oracle. - © Heather Aubrey Lloyd
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the MARC 03:00
are you traveling to New York with your guitar? or are you going off alone? are you meeting someone? will you think of me when you get there? do you think of me at all these days? this train will take you farther than I dare go just outside my head it's 600 miles up there a long drive by anyone's standards and I cannot guarantee too many visits and I cannot guarantee too many letters this station has its separate paths and we our separate tracks our separate tracks I know that I am hard to Love and I know that I ask for far too much but we get what we ask for sometimes and sometimes we miss the mark we miss the mark well now I travel the world with my guitar but I remain so alone sometimes I meet someone I think of no-one some days but sometimes someone's just enough to sweetly fill my time and sometimes nothing but a dream is enough and sometimes even the dream's too late I've missed the MARC ©1998 rob hinkal
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Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a grey, grey day Into a hole, down, down-soft place for us to lay I buried us in a secret place none will go Bluebells in the field, the only wreath we’ll ever know. No churchyard will ever hold our sad, sad sin No coin of copper, silver, gold to buy our way in No stone to mark the bitter place where we lie No stone but my heart … and no one’s tears but mine. Can you hear … judgment in the trees How they say … I'll never rest in peace And they will say … lies I can never untell See, the only hymns sang for him were from silent little bells Silent little bells … I loved a man in the worst of ways, loved me once Loved me but he left, left me with his son But the son he did not rise when it was his time And I begged my love bury our son, but he said “was none of mine.” The world it judged me hard for what it did not see The woman is a whore, while the man he goes free So tell me now for all my pain, can it be a sin For a woman done wrong to do the man done it – do that man right in? Can you hear … judgment in the trees How they say … I will never rest in peace And they will say … lies I can never untell See, the only hymns sang for him were from silent little bells Silent little bells … I took my love to an old, old place on the edge of town Told him he could take me, take and lay me down I let him kiss me deep upon the edge of the well I took my lover in my arms and took us both to Hell. Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a grey, grey day Into a hole, down, down-soft place for us to lay I buried us in a secret place none will sing Bluebells in the field, bluebells in the field, bluebells in the field And not a one to ring. - © Heather Aubrey Lloyd
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This one-sided blind side was not the right side for me Just cause I’ve got something for you does not mean you’ve anything for me And falling through the cracks with no safety net at all Makes the cheap seats even cheaper and gives a surer sharper fall What did any of it mean? Who’s gonna save me? I think I’ve overlooked something in the room… This over-arching roof is guaranteed you’ll have nothing left but no fear of anything Never cold and never hungry just stay huddled close to me I am the sum of every little thing you need You poor and huddled masses yearning to be me You’ve got nothing left to fear but fear itself and me What did any of it mean? Who’s gonna save me? I think we’ve overlooked something in the room… Fool me once and blame the student Fool me twice and blame the teacher Fool me thrice and blame the master Or maybe start looking back… I’ve heard it causes cancer I’ve read it cures the same It’s been known to shift its stance and ask askance if you thought everyone else here had changed It’s been known to toe the line and place its weight upon the scales it’s been known to slowly shift around It’s been known to tell a joke and call the shots and pull the strings And everybody knows it really gets around What did any of it mean? Who’s gonna save me? I think we’ve overlooked something in the room… Fool me once and blame the student Fool me twice and blame the master Fool me thrice and blame the system Or maybe start looking back… - © 2013 rob hinkal
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Everyone loves a revolution spin in a circle, 'til it comes round everyone loves a revolution 'til it's on your doorstep, 'til it's on your ground I got complaints, I can't deny I got concerns, keep me awake at night and I got my problems with the way of the world, see But I'm not a soldier and I never will be The tv's like a fast car they're cheering it on Revolutions per minute and the Beatles' song: "you say you want a revolution" make sure it's the one you want ... Everyone loves a revolution all the liberty they bring everyone loves a revolution but one man's Che is another man's King You never know what you'll get when tyrants fall and a revolution's just a circle after all The radio's a fast car they're singing along revolutions per minute and the Muse song: you can "stand up and take the power back" it's easy to sing, but would you do it if they asked? Easy to say far away, oh so safe No sacrifice ain't that nice just you wait 'til it comes who'll be the chosen ones? 'Cause everyone loves a revolution spin in a circle, 'til it comes round everyone loves a revolution 'til it's on your doorstep, it's on your ground I got complaints, I can't deny I got concerns, keep me awake at night and I got my problems with the way of the world, see But I'm not a soldier. I never will be The tv's like a fast car they're cheering it on Revolutions per minute and the Beatles' song: "you say you want a revolution" careful of what you want ... You say you want a revolution ... - © Heather Aubrey Lloyd
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Once I had intelligence And once I had the will But sometimes all the lines a hard life finds redefine our tale And the dreamer deep inside of me was eventually a casualty I think the things I couldn’t think and fight the fights I couldn’t win Inside my head. I unwrapped the star this year but it wasn’t where I’d dreamt of being And as the paper fell away The glitter fell away The kids weren’t there but I just don’t care She wanted plastic and I’d thought so hard for wood this year They can open them alone I paid for all this stuff Ain’t that enough I’m leaving The winter came on oh so hard And every muscle aches From 40 years of hoping passion’s all it takes Too old to leave a pretty corpse Too young to just forget I’ll surprise you all with the poison in my head The poison in my head It’s the perfect weathered grey The perfect winter’s Day As I climb into the sky I scribbled all the things I could’ve said You’ll be sorry when I’m dead You’ll all be sorry when I’m dead now just once I’m gonna seize the day… I’m falling I’m falling The first one to the scene They took everything they could get from me And the doctors that came next They feared the worst That I was uninsured The ink upon the note had run with the snow and blood and slush It was a Christmas miracle they said That if I wake That I will Live But I’m flying I’m flying… - © 2013 rob hinkal
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Valeri 07:07
The flesh in my bones is not quite as thick as it used to be Some days I think that the ridges in the tips of my fingers have been worn away I load my back with 16 tons I'm listening hard for the camel crack When Fear brought the church to me I thought I'd Touched stained glass for far too long My fingers yellowed, my fingers stained You died in glass that was stained that color. I found you soft in a cold, dark place, eyes so wide I could barely see the whites. In a cold dark place I could not find the softest part In your eyes In your eyes The flesh in my bones is not quite as lush as I thought it was now I find I'm as soft as a cat I load my head with 16 tons I'm listening hard for that that I hope is there I have been told what to do, what to be, what I cannot be. I have been many things I don't even know what I want to be I hope I am much stronger for these things that I have been I thing too clear, too dear, too cold, I fear I fear I see the bottom of the sea A thing to clear She was ice green clouded over She faded fast as she faded fast As the sun came clear. As the sun came clear. I hunt this photograph that binds you to me I hunt this dream that I thought was part of you and me I burn the locket, I collect this ash, I hold the dust, I hold it dear until the sun came clear. Until the sun came clear. I hunt this photograph that binds you to me I hunt this dream that I thought was part of you and me I burn the locket, I collect this ash, I hold the dust, I hold it dear until the sun came clear. Until the sun came clear. You know I held you so dear. Like Mary in the sky a small blond skull turned to me It's time for me to leave Nothing left but the creature in the corner Nothing left but the beast behind the door I let loose, I screamed at the storm I could have saved her I could have saved her I could have saved her I could have saved her If I'd only had the time. If I'd only had the time. If I'd only took the time. The flesh on her bones is no longer on her bones, It has seeped, been stripped it has found and wound it's way And open, the eyes lie live at the bottom of the sea They lie accusing me, They lie accusing me of everything I wish I could be in her eyes. In her eyes. In her eyes. ©1997 rob hinkal
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Will 05:26
The rain came down Back washing alley ways Drowning men out of holes The water ran red As people lost skin And a frightened young man He looked down upon his toes He's in danger of getting his feet so wet Ships are tossing down in the harbour The wind is raising, the rain is pounding down Ships are sinking down in the harbour As the waves come up They climbed past the dykes They climbed past the fenceposts They snuck past the sentries And lapped at the locked tight doors As the rains came down down down down These are the martyrs and these are our prayers These are our lives Down in the harbour there forms a storm That could wipe us all clean of life Stick tight now and close your eyes now And hope the storm pass you by Then came a woman, a hero a martyr We called her Mary She needed no comfort Down in the harbour she walked in the sky She walked on the waves, she walked on water These are the martyrs and these are our prayers These are our lives They're given to us to do with as we see so fit Rest assured that I will Rest assured that we will Rest assured that we will Rest assured that we will With a 6 foot frame She walked on the ocean floor She shone like copper With a 6 foot frame She walked with the sun She walked too far high to see And she asked me to walk with her 6 foot tall with her She turned to me and whispered: "Don't fear the storm." #INSTRUMENTAL And now the water is 6 foot deep And the people in the mud, another 6 foot under It's a struggle, such a struggle to keep my head above water And I'm clinging on to Mary's shoulders And I'm standing up on Mary's shoulders And I'm weighing down on Mary's shoulders As she drowns These are the martyrs and these are our prayers These are our Lives They're given to us to do with as we see so fit Rest assured that I will Rest assured that I will Rest assured that I will, yeah ©1997 rob hinkal
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I'm so tired of water. Three inches of rain in the passenger side. The intestines of cassette tapes are shining at the curb, begging just one more play, begging just one more ride, but I just keep driving. I just keep driving. You close your eyes, three inches away in the passenger side. James is on the radio singing, "Don't let me be loney," as I turn off the headlights, take two states by moonlight, I can't stop driving. I can't stop driving. (chorus) And you say, "Baby, it's alright, the rain's subsiding. We might even be dry tonight." My wheels aren't even touching the ground. We're flying on faith that the engine will hold. Keep us going. Keep us going. (chorus) I'm so tired of highway. Three miles to the toll at the coming state line. No quarters but this quarter tank, we search our empty hands. As Illinois is overflowing, we hope for a little change here inside, so we can keep driving. So we can keep driving. (chorus) © Heather Lloyd
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Been five years since I said for better or for worse, and two years since the fields have born anything but dirt. How can love stay green when the fields won't do the same? We were worn out as the ground, the day the dust storm came. I ran for the shelter, you met me down inside. Forced so close together after all this time, it was not fear I felt, though my heart pounded with the door. Your eyes met mine like lightning. You pulled me to the floor. And your lips felt like forgiveness. And your hands went smooth for all their roughness. As the world ended above we made love, as the Holy Carpenter tried to pull the grain out the land. Honey, kiss me now before the Lord decides we could use a sand. The wind it whipped and battered, took the red right off the barn. It didn't even matter as you held me in your arms. You polished me smooth, took the blush right off my skin. No use being shy, I was once your shelter every night. And your lips felt like forgiveness And your hands went smooth for all their roughness. As the world ended above we made love as the Holy Carpenter tried to pull the grain out the land. Honey, kiss me now before the Lord decides we could use a sand. The dust it settled down, the sky went blue above us, but we stayed underground re-becoming lovers. It took a storm so wild to bury us alive, bury us alive and bring us back to life. And your lips felt like forgiveness. And your hands went smooth for all their roughness. As the world ended above, we made love. As the Holy Carpenter tried to pull the grain out the land. Honey, kiss me now before the Lord decides we could use a sand.
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Drown 04:58
It's all the past-tense beautiful ones They're working in these bars They keep the lights dimmed down down down In the hope that the years don't show And they raised up their voice in revolution And then they open up their mouths A gutter baptism won't ever save you baby But it won't be suicide if you drown I'm too young to play the games you play my friend And I'm too old to turn you down You want a love what leaves bruises where he pleases I'll try And all the young ones if they are still young enough to run They're better than me still Their hungry eyes seek out the strongest longest best But they're just angry at the rest They open up their thighs in revolution And then they open up their mouths Some will learn to fight down down upon their knees Most will just drown I'm too old to play the games you play my friend But I'm too young to turn them down You want a love what leaves bruises where he pleases I'll try And yet you always cut the deepest And yet you always fly away Dry out your flesh on me They will burn you anyways They will burn you anyways They will burn you anyways And what of me and all this noise I bring I'm still working in these bars I keep the lights dimmed down down down down In the hope that the years don't show I raised up my voice in revolution And I opened up my mouth One more angel in these legions I'm just waiting to be drowned Out And I will always cut the deepest And I will always fly away Dry out your flesh on me I will love you anyways I will love you anyways I will love you anyways © rob hinkal
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Allergy 04:18
All this scratching has been getting me nowhere All this rubbing has been getting me high Thick skin blisters and the blisters bled No-one's listening so no-one is fed up Finger finds purchase and the paw's got to dig Tunnel down deep till all you see is what you did I gotta have an allergy to the world today It's the only way to explicate what's been crossing my head Mile by mile we march Man by man we conquer Rabbit army rises Rage and armour Mile by mile we march Man by man we conquer Rabbit army rises Rage and armour All this scratching has been getting me nowhere All this retching is just a little rabbit cough Thick skin blisters and blister is soft But digging hardens paws and the feeling falls right off The tunnel taught me all of everything that it ought to Tunnel tunnels vision most efficiently I gotta have an allergy to feeling anything at all today Gotta have a thick skin thick skin thick skin Thick thick thick Mile by mile we march Man by man we conquer Rabbit army rises Rage and armour Mile by mile we march Man by man we conquer Rabbit army rises Rage and armour Someone was whining about the price of gas today Someone was whining about their twin SUVs yesterday I remember 9/11, someone caught solidarity Gave love gave blood gave cash gave thanks But I remember 9/23 suffering back to normalcy He blamed Hussein, the gays and the gas tax Yeah - like that makes sense to me All this bitching has been getting me nowhere All this rubbing has been getting me high It shouldn't be coming as any great think My thick skin is thinning the blisters bleed Breaking me down, that's best done swiftly Breaking me in, that could take some time Breaking out somewhere, that's what I've been thinking Killing them quickly never crossed my mind Mile by mile we march Man by man we conquer Rabbit army rises Rage and armour Mile by mile we march Man by man we conquer Rabbit army rises Rage and armour ©2006 rob hinkal
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The days are getting cold - Ther’ll be coats this Halloween. All the children are disappointed, all their sequins will go unseen. And the pirates and the goblins will steal you far away from me, leave me nothing but hollow faces, all used up of their flame. (chorus) There’s a whisper in my blood of something darker in the road, but if I can just make it ‘cross the bridge before the horseman runs me down, runs me down. The leaves are not the only ones who are losing all their green, shedding red glitter from my shoes no place is home this Halloween. And I cannot reattach all that has fallen away. That road doesn’t lead me back and there’s nowhere I can stay to rest … To stop this pounding in my chest. (chorus) No place is home. No place is home. No place is home. Please invite me to come inside – I can stay young one more night. Underneath this half-moon safety, we've got the rest of our lives. (chorus) © Heather Lloyd
15.
Drift 05:23
Please don't fear for me I'll get there snow or no With a cure or with a blow to end it all This steed Is trusted by me I never learned to navigate such drifts But blindness it is bliss And my Love please don't forget I'm a creature of such willful ignorance Please don't kick Please don't fight Please don't leave my sight. Hush Don't run from me I know what you've been honing It takes skill to be alone on Christmas Eve Oh My wreath Poisonous and wild My crazy one my bitter child I've been trained on pain and though it's draining I think you might be worth the games you play Please don't kick Please don't fight Please don't leave my side. Sensuous and sly You deemed me worth the night Hair and skin and fingers in The pain the grin the cramp and then The freezing dawn I couldn't save you I don't know if I could turn the key again. I don't know that I could turn the key again. Please don't kick Please don't fight Please don't leave my sight. Please don't fear for me I'll get there snow or no With a kiss or with your wish to end it all This deed Goes untrusted by me I never learned to navigate such drifts But blindness it is bliss And my Love please don't forget I'm a creature of such willful ignorance Sensuous and sly Lovely until light Reddened eyes and hidden skin Longing gaze and flight and then The freezing dawn I couldn't see you I don't know that I should turn the key again. ©2006 rob hinkal
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You know in my heart, you're a stowaway and though I've sent in the dogs, I can't seem to make you go away, In spite of all of the floods. And I've asked Poseidon to find him who's hiding safe on my last vintage of hope - a drug deeper than water held in something that floats. And you are a barrel-rider - the most tenacious kind. And you are all promises, and I am all wine. Our chronicle littered with farewell dinners, you topping off my glass before we pass, before we pass. But all I taste is salt when we kiss, when we kiss the way we pass in the night the way we pass in the night we must be ships. I flashed you a signal you gave me a bow on your way through. With all our appointments it's all that we had time to do. We love our traveling, though rigging's unraveling, my canvas sails' getting torn. Though I lead the way like a mascarone*, I can't say II know where I'm going. Chorus I found your name finger-written in sand, last time I made land. And I would leave you a note, but I know it won't last. And you are a barrel-rider - the most tenacious kind, and you are all promises and I am all wine chorus *Mascarone: Spanish for the figureheads on the front of wooden sailing ships. © Heather Lloyd.
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No-one thinks that you're a good find My friends all think that you're from Hell But I don't think that you're a bad find Though you are p rob ably from Hell We all think you're crazy And they Love to tell me so But I can't see that as a bad thing My friends say I'm crazy too But I heard you had a hard day You gave all you got to give Not everybody sees You're crazy as a good thing I've heard that you're too young But I know it's also said I act too young, no attention span I can't sit still and can't behave I'm angsty, I'm frightened I give all I've got to give I keep nothing in reserve for this Life I'm supposed to Live My Dad scared that out of me But I heard you had a hard day Not everybody sees You're crazy as a good thing Get a nice house Nice yard Nice fence They say Good job Good try Good dog No Not everybody sees My crazy as a good thing. ©2006 rob hinkal
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Promised you would love me more than any other man the time you said it first, and we made love in your bed you're gonna have to trust me on it, sometimes you forget 'cause I didn't take it down no, I didn't take it down. Years now, I'm agonizing over the painting you made to keep me company in my lonely apartment I moved it to a different wall I don't always have to see, but I didn't take it down. no, I didn't take it down. Oh, so many things floating in the air my heart is your balloon, but my head so heavy, dear. You call me your shelter, but I have no home I ask for so little. You won't ask for more. My one and only comfort when it comes to either/or is I didn't take it down no, I didn't take it down. Oh, so many things floating in the air my heart is your balloon, but my head so heavy, dear. My head so heavy, dear. And I cannot seem to put it down. I cannot seem to put it down.
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I know I should not leave something's caught me by the collar but oh what a kiss could mean it's departure with a promise My fellow passengers are discontent the FAA has much to say it's too much baggage anyway Pull me out of line and have your way with me Throw me back again I am no danger after all It's what you get for looking out of place and seeming, well hell, OH so excited before dawn And if I look like something other than I am I can't bitch about delays I know I should not leave this girl has caught me with her Je n'ai sais quoi but I know well what want could mean it's going to be a long HARD departure A harder landing still the pilot has apologies I can't hear him for the racing of my heart They nearly lynched me on the plane for speaking out of turn I must've muttered something about God. But really who could blame me now as the light exploded round it's what you get for flying late for dawn and if I look like something other than I am I can't bitch about delays. The day is coming once again And people sit and rage I haven't cared in years for what they think Fingers claw upon the clocks as they try to stretch the time with surgery and perjury and God I'm so sorry sweetness but I booked this years ago and I am leaving in the morning for my fight I've got too much on my mind and now there's someone on my lips You must be crazy to be ready for my life Oh how I hate to be late! Now I know I need to leave cause something's caught me by the conscience It's dead of fall and 90 where I'm going Christmas won't find Texas and back home I hear it's snowing Give me back to trains these DCs take their toll on me I swear to you that I won't make a fuss Clinging beasts of steel and concrete did you feel the want of it for me? yeah, I know you felt the heat And if I look like something other than I am Won't you please excuse the dust and pardon all my mess these trains they aren't like planes they will let me board regardless of the fireworks exploding in my chest So hold me in the station I'm no danger after all yeah kiss me like it's snowing and they won't let us take off I'm talking trusting, slow and sweet and I won't bitch about delays. ©2008 rob hinkal
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Baliset 03:55
I’m headed for the rocks again Silent all the way Oh to go my mother’s way Screaming all the while By now I know I’ll take anything Any given chance My fear is I’ll take everything and leave no one left standing But Oh my queen my wife You won’t get a piece of me Though I will come for you Just as they’ll come for me My sihaya sihaya To crown or kill me And I’ll bear you to the rocks again Belittled all the way Oh to go my cousin’s way Kill after kill after kill But I keep my teeth unto myself Keep my weapons clean Stil you’ll throw me to the sands for this And run my children to the ground. But Oh my queen my wife You won’t get a piece of me and I will come for you Just as they’ll come for me My sihaya sihaya To crown or kill me Damn what I won’t do Damn what I won’t say to you I won’t tell you how it ends Or who abandons you Just damn what they will do to you So I’ll bear you to the killing fields And place you on the line I’ll dig your hole myself my friend Just like I’ve always done And when my war is through with you Had its way as I I’ll shed my tears for the way it died And wash my hands of you And oh my Love my Life You’ll have what is left of me I will come with you After they’re done with me My sihaya sihaya To have and hold me. © 2009 rob hinkal
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Hands 05:42
These are my hands I have scarred them all on my own. and I I have seen them fighting battles out on their own I try to mind them I am firm but kind they are my children my threatened kin I try to mind them they are silent about where they've been these are your wounds and I am not a healer mix peroxide and salt you know just wash it out watch your mouth I'm crawling back towards your shore you know confusion my hands are birds they've lost their focus floating useless upon my sides with my strength I've been ruthless but the truth won't find me here. it was fatal deeply hidden the blood on my hands she insists it all was hers under oceans I've been swimming there's saltwater deep within my head it was fetal deeply hidden the blood upon my hands I insist it is all my own under mountains I've been digging there's earth caked thick beneath my nails maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own approach me with the poker held high belief in this thing is belief in steel my hands are monsters I hold them high cut them off they have their voices children's voices held up high up in the sky angels chide them "My hands are innocent" or so they cry. maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own. ©2000 rob hinkal

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A double studio/live album - Tracks 1-6 recorded & mixed by Steve Steckler at Asparagus Media Studios in Takoma Park, MD. Tracks 7-21 recorded live by rob Hinkal & mixed by ilyAIMY.

ilyAIMY has been together a long, long, long time. We've outlasted wars, marriages & become a family. Like any family, we've grown & fought & evolved & woken up next to one another under strange circumstances. This album's release balanced on a cusp as we all entertained fantasies of other Lives, wonder what could've been & enter new chapters in our own worlds excited by what IS.

"Another Life" (tracks 1-6) explores the revolutions in & outside our heads. There are alternate robs alongside past Heathers, future robs & other Heathers. "Another Live" (tracks 7-21) celebrates our favorite performances of 2012-2013 & lets you be there with us (or relive it with us).

Be sure to check out the electronica remix of "Another Life" by our friend Artem Bank at artembank.bandcamp.com/album/another-remix

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released September 8, 2013

rob Hinkal (guitar & vocals)
Heather Aubrey Lloyd (guitar, vocals, electric guitar, ukulele, percussion & drums)
Kristen Jones (cello, electric cello, vocals)
Sharif Kellogg (keyboards & bass)
Rowan Corbett (percussion & vocals)

Guest violin on "Another Live" by Bruce Lebovitz
Mastered by Charlie Pilzer at Airshow Mastering, Takoma Park, MD

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ilyAIMY is a percussive acoustic rock animal hailing from Baltimore, MD. Mixing genres from rock to folk to soul to bluegrass; flavours as varied as jazz and hip hop curl through what is undoubtedly one of the most exciting sounds in today’s folk(ish) music scene. Instrumentation includes acoustic guitars, cello, djembe, cajon, Irish bones, keyboard, bass, drums & harmonies. ... more

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