Stuff of Myths-Elixir/Katie Noonan/Stephen Magnusson

[ti:Stuff of Myths] [ar:Elixir] [al:First Seed Ripening] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Stuff of Myths - Elixir/Katie Noonan/Stephen Magnusson [00:01.27]You will be sitting in the body warmth [00:04.07] [00:04.87]Of midwinter now [00:06.50] [00:07.49]Your skin a meeting place [00:09.28]And cold will be fingering [00:11.75]Your shirt buttons [00:13.09] [00:13.79]Your narrow shrank [00:15.05]Could be feasted upon [00:16.85] [00:18.11]Outside the wind will be cunning [00:20.59]Full of appetite [00:22.12] [00:22.96]It'll seek a way [00:24.27] [00:25.01]It'll knock itself senseless [00:27.29]But you you will retain [00:29.11]Your practised indifference [00:31.64]As if you could not be hurt [00:33.35]As if you'd never been hurt [00:35.07] [00:36.05]It tastes an old flavour [00:38.32] [00:38.84]Once called love [00:40.38] [00:41.26]On open beaches nicked [00:43.36]In sandy waters of blue tropics [00:46.23]Old flavour [00:47.87]Once called love [00:49.28] [00:50.23]On open beaches nicked [00:51.75] [00:52.42]In sandy waters of blue tropics [00:55.34]Dadada [00:56.58]Dadadadada [01:02.46] [01:03.84]Movement and the surface [01:05.48]Of this planet force winds [01:07.71]They assume stony shapes [01:09.97]They invent cold hands but [01:12.68]Never disbelieve the sensual air [01:15.38]On your body [01:16.34]It keeps you living [01:17.63] [01:18.16]Put on warm clothes [01:20.03] [01:20.80]Do not believe this will save you [01:23.48]Your own self radiates [01:25.67]That is why the frozen wind [01:27.55]Is forced back [01:29.05] [01:29.88]You are a long long way from me [01:33.22] [01:33.83]My hungry tongue buffets [01:36.18]From a long way [01:37.57] [01:38.88]It tastes an old flavour [01:41.07] [01:41.64]Once called love [01:43.22] [01:44.11]On open beaches nicked [01:46.22]In sandy waters of blue tropics [01:49.00]Old flavour [01:50.67]Once called love [01:52.28] [01:53.03]On open beaches nicked [01:55.23]In sandy waters of blue tropics [01:57.66]Open the door now [02:00.10] [02:00.71]The faces are they still shining [02:06.32]In the procession I nudge and finger [02:11.04]Like the wind [02:12.34]Like the wind I am nothing [02:15.60] [03:10.66]It tastes an old flavour [03:13.01] [03:13.56]Once called love [03:15.18] [03:16.01]On open beaches nicked [03:18.15]In sandy waters of blue tropics [03:20.92]Old flavour [03:22.61]Once called love [03:24.31] [03:25.05]On open beaches nicked [03:26.58] [03:27.15]In sandy waters of blue tropics [03:29.96]Dadadadondi [03:34.15] [03:34.89]Dadadadondi [03:40.08] [03:40.82]Dondadadadi