The World Of Color and Light

by Mamalama

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With this song I’ll recreate the night the light the ease of our sa- cred moment living in the world of color and light. Timeless Time, Space between, Wake and dream. With this song I’ll live again inside the breath of our brief flight sa- cred moment sun tucks behind pain- ted blossoms sky fills our eyes. Dusk or dawn, Space between Wake and dream, beyond the veil of our eyes pulled beneath Tides of time calling us home. This world is not my home. Inside one sacred moment is life.
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The highest heights are rattled by the wind It’s a long way up, but a longer, longer, longer way down Just holding on to the seams just like a pin No threads can mend the worlds of love and sin. Walking the line between Fall in the mud and get clean. A virtue holding steady in the wind, A fragile bliss is taking root within The holy and the exhibitionist, The prude, the slut, the hunger of a kiss Walking the line between Fall in the mud and get clean. Walking between the lines See the face of death, face of light.
3.
06:16
I am in the land of Judas Does anyone know whose truth this is? As it has been woven one pull can make it come undone the Garden lay unkept, burning in the sun I am in the land of Judas everybody knows we’re just a work in progress one pull of this golden thread lifts the veil over our weary head to see the world below where all the silent ugly things are hiding You who know my hiding place illuminate You must come here alone. True love won’t run dry. I am in the land of Judas fruit in hand taken from the Garden does anyone know whose fruit this is? it tasted real until a taste of Kiss to forge the world below----shadows in the sun.
4.
05:45
Who cast the rhythm of day? Who moves my hands to play? Who seed the flowers bloom Turning the waters with the moon? Know as everything falls apart Just to know that the sun will rise We are thrown in the alchemist’s fire To forge a heart of gold Who brought me to this place? Is that who will take me out? Heavy is the veil on my face Between where I’m going, and where I come from. Know as everything falls apart Just to know the sun will rise We are thrown in the alchemists fire To forge a heart of gold And only then will I know to sing Just to know the sun will rise It is already Known.
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And the way to your heart is never through your head. And the way to the sun is hardly through the moon. We can drink up the sun as it enters this empty room. I can open the door.a I can welcome you in. Light from light return to the One who paints these funny scenes. I can open the door, I can welcome you in. We can smell all the flowers beauty underneath our feet above, below, a thousand names. We can feel all the wind We can drink up the stars as they poke through an empty night. We can stare in our eyes We can listen for quieter things..... Light from light return to the One who paints these funny scenes.
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05:18
Holding to this grain of sand Vast expanding meaningless Oceania where’s the pearl? Nestled deep inside some holding on Falling down into the heart Gentle revelation love Love like blood from whitest bird Bleeding through we cannot hide Bleed straight through, sun hollow white Near the ocean where they meet Crashing waves against their feet Lovers cavernous and deep Longing for eternity Even now you take him from me Into the arms of love they take their leave She can feel his loneliness Scrape across the ocean floor He can feel her Holy kiss Healing all that’s ever been He can feel her loneliness Scrape across the ocean floor She can feel his holy kiss Healing all that’s even been Even now you take him from me Into the arms of love they take their leave Even now you take him from me Into the arms of Love…. Sei la mi anima.
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Love is Flowers and blood. Runs through the body Makes our hearts heavy Gift of the flowers Open like lovers Love for the painful Changes to flowers Feel how I’m broken Broke into flowers La da da da da, La da da da da Love breaks us open Open like flowers Feel how we’re bleeding Welcome the flowers Blood through the body Love makes us heavy Heavy like water Water the flowers. La da da da da, La da da da da
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Moonlight From the sun Passes through me. Hold tight Let it come We're not moving. You're my night In the day Like the ocean We wave. Sunrise From a cloud Look it's blooming. Your eyes From their shroud Push and pull me. You're my night In the day Like the ocean We wave. Hold my light As a phase Like the ocean We wave. You're my night In the day Like the ocean We wave.
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If I lie here while you are sleeping, Do you know I am here? Like a dream upon awaking, Time will fade into the sun. Hear the drum of our hearts breaking - it is you who is my heart. My love is everlasting, Time will fade into the sun. As you go into the waking Always know I am here Greet the dawn the birds of morning Time will fade into the sun.
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The full length album of new songs from Mamalama, recorded in October 2011.

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released April 7, 2012

Elizabeth Clark-Jerez (harp, voice, songs)
Henry Lowengard (dulcimer, tenor recorder, music box, glockenspiel, magyar citera)
Sharon Penz (cello)
Charlie Schikowitz (violin, banjo, mandolin, guitar, voice, berimbau)
David Gluck (djembe, shakers, drums)

Cover art: Erin Victoria Dinan (erindinan6@gmail.com)
Paintings (inside): Justin Love (www.justinlove.com)

All songs written by Elizabeth Clark-Jerez and orchestrated by Mamalama.
Copyright 2012
Recorded at ArtFarm in Accord NY
Engineered/Produced by Brian Macaluso at Clandestine Recordings

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Mamalama is an ever-evolving, uncommon orchestration with song circles written for voice and European/Paraguayan harps, with piano, ethereal voices , traditional Native American/Andean flutes, hammered dulcimer, music boxes, harmonium, octave mandolin, charango and frame drums. ... more

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