Ancient Relics

by Chris Rippey

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Instrumentation: acoustic guitar, 6-string bass, horse-head fiddle (morin khuur), accordion, low whistle in D, Balinese bamboo flute (suling), assorted percussion, harmonica

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released July 10, 2013

Composed, performed, recorded and produced by Chris Rippey. Album art by Megan Rippey.

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Track Name: The Mudman
I'm going to form a mudman and then
I'll wake him up

Time doesn't hold the mudman a friend
time breaks him down

I shaped his life
with my hands
but now

I see he won't last forever
he's only mud up from the river

his bones won't keep together
they're not so hard - sticks from that river

why animate the mudman?
why wake him up?

I know I'm just a mudman like he is
I'm breaking down

both melt into the water again
both must dissolve
Track Name: Moonrise
moonrise
mercifully again
revive that which waits in silence
to speak in prayer

stars shine
how like you I am
a mere mote of light in darkness
when day has fled

distant planets I'll never know
perceive me as the tiniest glow
that alone's no reason to be
no need for what illuminates me

cool night
come claim me as one
bestill now this restless murmur
of will defiant

speak now
unveil your true face
preserve me from useless burning
alone in space

distant planets I'll never know
perceive me as the tiniest glow
that alone's no reason to be
no need for what illuminates me

midnight
peace steals over me
the din of the frogs and insects
puts me at ease

visions
come to me again
remind me that pregnant darkness
is never at rest

distant planets I'll never know
perceive me as the tiniest glow
be that as it is I can't forget
those which have not taken form yet

small hours
of expectancy
beget an exhilaration
for what could be

dew forms
a blessed respite
slaking thirsts of those who called out
in the live of the night

distant planets I'll never know
perceive me as the tiniest glow
be that as it is I can't forget
those which have not taken form yet