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there is light in the body, there is blood in the sun

by LUX INTERNA

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𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡-𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱-𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡
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𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡-𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱-𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡 𝓐 faultless feat of ambience, affection and orchestration, Lux Interna's masterwork invokes an elysian kingdom and its kin; enshrined in the eternal sepulture of song. An aural empire of ageless americana, steadfast folk and apocalyptic acoustics. Where rules the King of Winter, roams the wounded stag and reclaimed are the ghosts of Appalachia. Listeners adrift within the amplitudes have but two guides to follow; the light in the body and the blood in the sun. Favorite track: wounded stag.
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Nikki Homicide earthy witchcraft in musical form. easily my favorite release of 2013 Favorite track: tongues.
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combatchinchilla I love everything about Lux Interna!!
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Pan A crazy good album here. Favorite track: wounded stag.
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benjamin666 One of the absolute best albums of 2013... Favorite track: tongues.
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1.
king winter 03:44
sharp in animal tongue burning fire of language come in the quiet months of summer I've seen what You have done alabaster, You cut so coldly I've seen You lie against the sky with Your teeth catching clouds and Your fingers strum these minor chords of night caught up in these notes there is winter yes and oh – You Silent King a hint and a heavy cry stretched out as the stream of voices go by sing! Your lead reply (sing Your lead reply) night and winter tumble note for note and eye to eye through the skull-white silence they fly they dance in lockstep time with a rhyming word and withered cry a note for a note and an eye for an eye and the song is in the flesh and it sings out through the mouth and the liver it fills with sorrow and the lungs they cry from the chest and the heart it will turn into a garden for ghosts into a garden a garden for ghosts
2.
tongues 05:20 video
the Word now falls back into silence into starry, muted skies fallen to fragmented expressions He weaves His crown He weaves it alone and late into the night in the empty hours the nothing hours I burn Your Name bright on my tongue we are living Word to mouth I need nothing more I will not cast these seeds on stone I stand here beside You broken-tongued and speaking fire my lips were stained with time's dark wine what are we to do my love with all these things that cut right through we are living without skin we have woven darker threads into our coat of many colors we have spoken words like wolves and now they fall upon fall on our days and now they fall upon fall on our days bring to me this tongue of fire speak spirit from stone sing to me in this language lost and sing to me alone ...sing to me...
3.
nida 07:25
into the heart of the woods the light of the sap the face of all things good in a blue church in Nida I held Your hand Your fingers entwined with mine listen! they are bringing fire from the next world and songs to sing away the grey mask of Time circling I saw the birds weave together the broken body of G-d re-membering the Divine re-membering the Divine and there crosshatched in amongst the pooling shadows I could read the names in the grain of the wood by the light of Your body and the flame of Your Tongue a soft skin of silence covered over all sad things and I held You close looking into the Face of ALL THINGS GOOD a gift given from the heart of the wood a gift given from the heart of the wood and the birds have left the fields but not Her heart and the birds have left the fields but not her heart
4.
spiritloom 06:12
there's a body in the stars there's a face behind time there's a space in the ribcage where the dark is as wine where the altars and bonetrees bow to breath and breeze the quaking of blood and Body as they tangle into time these forms of the Spirit all these shadows and lines they are gestures performing this Aurora of morning and we are yes, we are coming home (I walked in the nearby fields I watched the light take shelter in Your body) and Christ, He is carried on the crutches of the wounded wood as He hangs from every tree and Christ, He is carried on the crutches of the Wounded Wood as He hangs from every tree * * * now we are shadow now we are form now we are image now we are born weave my skin on the spiritloom tonight fill my flesh with this heart of light come down draw me up
5.
Your Words are fire and honey spoken in the voice of the Wounded Stag no hunter shall trap the flesh that feeds All in a night as black as forests by means of entrails and birds and stars held out on an olive branch encrusted with souls singing with Lazarus of strange mornings singing with Lazarus of new awakenings singing with Lazarus of strange mornings singing with Lazarus of new awakenings (singing) come to me come to me come take my torn flesh as Your dress come to me come to me come it's Your Name I confess it's Your Name I confess * * * I saw You once when I was a child deep in Your forest of night you were cracking open these stars to write with black fire on white I do not dare to speak of these things: the Letters, the Name, and the Bright come to me in Your thicket of night written in black fire on white
6.
threefold 04:32
listen now to the voice of the wood I have heard and yes, I've understood read the word in the braille of the bark touch is the language of the dark see through the eye of the tree the love-knotted oak reveals the Three and when she speaks in a primitive tongue and when we sing we sing as one come, oh come New Jerusalem born in the heavy-hearted one my heart is heavy wrought iron and oak my hands are branches broken by the weight of the word that You spoke i've waited all night for your darkfiretongue for your words for Aurora to come speak to me in a primitive tongue I do not understand this new tongue I do not understand all I've seen and all I've done all I've been and all I've become one as three and three as one
7.
seed 06:21
you better beware my boys and you best take care my boys there's a reaper in the field with hands of night you better come here my boys and you you best give ear my boys there's a whispering and the birds have 'a taken flight and he knows your name I hear him call your name and you will learn his name when you learn how to want oh, how you will want and I can tell by the signs along the path now that he's walking and I can tell by the weave of his words while he's talking he'll fill you up full of night until the light in your eyes is a dim dusk he'll tear the stars from the skies and count the scars on your horizon he'll tear the stars from the skies and count the scars on your horizon and my hands are dust all my works they are dust fallen to the earth as all things must hide as you may my boys hide as you might my boys there's a reaper in the fields with hands of night and he knows your name I heard him call your name and you will learn his name when you learn how to want oh, how you will want and I can tell by the signs along the path now that he's walking and I can tell by the weave of his words while he's talking he'll fill you up full of night until the light in your eyes is a dim dusk he'll tear the stars from the skies and count the scars on the horizon he'll tear the stars from the skies and count the scars on the horizon this is the truth of his seed and this is the truth of his field all flesh is grass and as grass it shall yield
8.
blackbird 08:36
there's a black bird in the cage of my ribs i can hear his song all night long and when he sings the air it shatters like a thousand shards of glass and I will open my body but I know he will not fly free. Sorrow, she comes a courtin' with her pale hands held in mine and i will lay there by her side all night long and we we will walk through this garden of serpent trees and i will yet dream through this night filled with falling stars there's a bright bird in the seat of my skull and when he sings he brings the dawn to me when he sings the air, it shimmers like a thousand tongues of fire and i will, i will draw him close and I pray he will not fly away. Sorrow, she comes a courtin' with her pale hands held in mine And I will lay there by her side all night long and we we will walk through this garden of serpent trees and i will yet dream through this night filled with falling stars
9.
tabor 03:03
Tabor, Tabor: there is light in the body Tabor, Tabor: there is blood in the sun

about

Released by Pesanta Urfolk.

Upon first listen, it might seem strange to call there is light in the body, there is blood in the sun a devotional album. But in many ways, that’s exactly what it is: each song is an altar woven from tapestries of minor chords, voices, delicate drones and violent sprawls of sound, offered up to house the haunting presence of a hidden god. While the lyrical themes and obsessive delivery provide the album with a sense of unity, musically and tonally its constituent moments are quite unique: from the ghost town drone of “nida,” to the strange Appalachian shamanism of “wounded stag,” from the tidal beauty of “blackbird” to the blackwater surf reverberations of “king winter,” there is light finds Lux Interna exploring territory only hinted at by their previous releases. And though their earlier material was often associated with the genre of neofolk, there is light evidences a dramatic musical shift marked by a heavier, more ritualistic sound. The songs here incorporate electric instruments, violin, viola, loops and percussion and are haunted by flourishes of ghostly banjo and resonant fingerstyle guitar. With intimations of the blues, folk music, and old time country weaving seamlessly into passages reminiscent of postpunk, neofolk, or even doom, Lux Interna seems to articulate a hazy vision of some long lost American spirit; a spirit that appears here in a dark form no doubt, but which may just hint at the promise of light, hidden within its deep shades of night.

credits

released May 27, 2013

Joshua Levi Ian ~ guitar, bass, banjo, vocals
Kathryn Mary ~ autoharp, hand percussion, vocals
Kris T. Force ~ violin, viola, cello
Jeff Linsenmaier ~ drums, hand percussion

With additional guitar & bass by Doug White

All songs and lyrics written by Joshua Levi Ian, with string arrangements by Kris T. Force & drum arrangements by Jeff Linsenmaier

Recorded in New York, California & Colorado, between December 2010 & June 2011: spoken in the voice of the Wounded Stag.
Produced by Kris T. Force
Mastered by Dan Randall

Artwork by David V. D’Andrea

In memoriam, Kevin R. Sweet, 1969-2010. On Lazarus day, at the Bloodmoonstation, between the falling & the rising: one song left unsung, until we sing together again.

With heartfelt thanks to Adam Collins-Torruella, Kris T. Force, Jeff Linsenmaier, Doug White, Rafal J. Felbur, Leila Abdul-Rauf, David V. D’Andrea, Joshua & Lina Sylvae, Andreas Diesel, Dieter Gerten, and to all the kind souls who took us in as wayfaring strangers, from Nida to Bounou: you are not forgotten.

“the outer sun hungers after the inner one” ~ Jacob Böhme

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Apocalyptic Americana for apocalyptic times.

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