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Threshold [Intro]
00:56
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Hi, this is Nesting
A paean in honor of making a home
I made it to feel less homeless in this reality
As I fell that my real fatherland is music
Music is a place
I’m a man, I really like my mundane gender
However, I deeply believe that we are all everything
Equally vulnerable
My songs are my children –
Boys, girls and others
Boys, girls and others
Say ‘hello’.
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2. |
Nest
03:58
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When my pelvis starts to pommel
the space under you: joyfully, concernedly
like a sewing machine needle
Full of life
It’s a distinct signal for me for nesting
Extruder drive starts to push all
Filament through hot end: firmly but softly
Prints a see-saw for your manhood
full of charm
It's a distinct signal for us for swaying
So cushion my hips, cushion my hips
and raise them
I’m gonna taste your decisiveness
Honor your singularity
And offer you the sweetest yield
Interweave your strands with mine
Let’s nest to enjoy all tides
Interweave your strands with mine
Let’s nest to enjoy all tides
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3. |
Kitchen Table
03:10
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It's always a matter of love
An everyday conscious choice
I had to sneak inside
to turn my heart inside out
Splay its every strand
And discern my gratitudes
It’s always a matter of love
An everyday conscious choice
I display my heart on your plate
With the garnish of my moans
Baby, eat my solitude
Eat it, I want our table to groan
I skin softly myself alive
Dismember my cock, hole and heart
the sweetest ritual
To coil my flesh around
Your uprightness
It’s always a matter of love
An everyday conscious choice
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4. |
Tree House
04:00
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Come on, boy
Let's sneak out of this city
We could follow the railroad
To find a place to frolic
There’s a huge riverside rock
Where we could doltishly idle
And spit crabapple seeds high
High to the blazing heights
Come with me
And we could build a tree house
On one of those cosmic trees
It could look like Tinguely’s work
I've always been in love with trash
Concealed by a canopy
We could yell, yell, yell to the sky
Derived-from-bones
The vertical song of our own Infinities
Come with me
And yell with me
Yell with me
Such big enjoyment
Has fallen on our heads
Come on, boy
Let's sneak out of this city
We could follow the railroad
To find a place to frolic
Come on boy
Come with me
Can you teach me
how to gleek?
Then let’s play
We will compete
Down from our tree house
Listening to the grass harp
Such big enjoyment
Has fallen on our heads
Such big enjoyment
Has fallen on our heads
Come on boy
Come with me
Come
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Housewarming
03:30
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I ask you all to be kind,
I ask you all to open your hearts,
I ask you all for a lovely time,
I ask you all to be as one.
I ask you all
The house is huge and stands ajar,
A disco ball is flashing lights,
x-rays our souls up to this place
where everything tightly converges.
I ask you all to be kind...
There's one consciousness but millions of brains
distorting the signal with their pain,
get this shit out of your head,
we all are one and all the same.
I ask you all to be kind,
I ask you all to open your hearts,
I ask you all for a lovely time,
I ask you all to be as one.
I ask you all.
Who's that angel above our confusion?
Grey is his skin and bulging – his eyes
Holy land, what a profusion!
Wanna have some soda on ice?
I ask you all to be kind,
I ask you all to open your hearts,
I ask you all for a lovely time,
I ask you all to be as one.
I ask you all to be as one.
I ask you all to be as one.
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Father
04:16
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From the deepest sigh of my womb
From the deepest sigh of my womb
Arises a new entity
Self-sufficient, understanding
With no longing for god
I love to observe it
How it grows in the vast darkness
Useless, beautiful
Doesn’t have to prove anything
Doesn’t have to prove anything
I am the father of the brand new universe
In my iron apron I bake Suns for it to play
And when it’s time to sleep
I cover it with a patchwork of ancient tunes
I am the father of the brand new universe
I am the father of the brand new universe
I am the father of the brand new universe
I am the father of the brand new universe
I twist it round my thoughts
And let it out with joy
I twist it round my thoughts
And let it out with joy
I twist it round my thoughts
And let it out with joy
When it’s grown.
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Home Sweet Sound
02:31
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Early in the morning
I’m sticking my head out of the hole in the ground
And looking at the sky
Looking at the sky
With my long, long ears
I’m catching the sounds of this World
And nothing is better than this
nothing is better than this
Oh, Thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you, whatever you are
Thank you, thank you, thank you
For the sound
I tried to make a home in the city
I tried to make a home in the countryside
And now I know that my nest
My sweet hole in the ground
Is just the sound
Oh, Thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you, whatever you are
Thank you, thank you, thank you
For the sound
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Milito Warsaw, Poland
Milito (born 1987) – singer-songwriter & visual artist. His music based on mixing traditional sounds with modern, experimental approach, celebrates sensually knowable reality as something sacred.
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