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Impermanence, “Karuna”

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Impermanence will be released February 24th 2017, on Anti- & Transgressive.

You can pre-order it here.

You can hear the album’s first piece, “Karuna” here, courtesy of NPR.

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Karuna translates as “compassion”, but the song speaks to its absence,
calling out to a kindness just out of earshot.

It’s my disoriented plea for inaudible protection from the audibly merciless,

My vertigo at the cliff of unprecedented change,
bracing for suffering in light of receding hope.

“Karuna” is my voice, inundated with emptiness, reiterating compassion,

Throwing a coin down a deep well,
waiting for a reassuring splash to interrupt an alarmingly long fall.

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Written & performed by Peter Silberman

Featuring Nicholas Principe on percussion & Peter Tullio practicing Ujjayi breath

Produced by Peter Silberman & Nicholas Principe

Engineered by Nicholas Principe at People Teeth in Saugerties, NY

Mixed by Andrew Dunn

Mastered by Joe Lambert

Artwork by Zan Goodman & Justin Hollar

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We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams,

thisisallsuchnothing:

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample a kingdom down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself in our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world’s worth
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

A breath of our inspiration
Is the life of each generation
A wondrous thing of our dreaming
Unearthly, impossible seeming…
The soldier, the king, and the peasant
Are working together in one,
Till our dream shall become their present,
And their work in the world be done.

They had no vision amazing
Of the goodly house they are raising;
They had no divine foreshowing
Of the land to which they are going:
But on one man’s soul it hath broken,
A light that doth not depart;
And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
Wrought flame in another man’s heart.

And therefore to-day is thrilling
With a past day’s late fulfilling;
And the multitudes are enlisted
In the faith that their fathers resisted,
And, scorning the dream of to-morrow,
Are bringing to pass, as they may,
In the world, for its joy or its sorrow,
The dream that was scorned yesterday.

But we, with our dreaming and singing,
Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
The glory about us clinging
Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing;
O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing,
A little apart from ye.

For we are afar with the dawning
And the suns that are not yet high,
And out of the infinite morning
Intrepid you hear us cry …
How, spite of your human scorning,
Once more God’s future draws nigh,
And already goes forth the warning
That ye of the past must die.

Great hail! we cry to the comers
From the dazzling unknown shore;
Bring us hither your sun and your summers;
And renew our world as of yore;
You shall teach us your song’s new numbers,
And things that we dreamed not before:
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
And a singer who sings no more.

-Arthur O’Shaughnessy

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vashito:

the treat yo self scene in parks n rec is the worst thing that ever happened to my self control

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