---- 7:22, Constellations ---- I can feel it on my tongue; brick and mortar Thick as scripture, drawing lines in the sand and laying borders As tall as towers I babble on until my voice is gone This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks Coloured indigo, and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar But the words fall flat like Cymbals crashing, like molars gnashing 'Cause like constellations a million years away Every good intention, every good intention Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array Looking for the faces, looking for the shapes in the silence All that's left for me to climb to the heavens is The chasm of the night and a matter of time But I hear the rumble as the tectonic plates start to shake And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum 'Cause like constellations a million years away Every good intention, every good intention Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array Clinging to the faces, clinging to the shapes in the silence Like constellations imploding in the night Everything is turning, everything is turning And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light Everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you'll be all right ---- 11:11, Notos ---- There's an eerie quiet On the southern levees With a halcyon sky and Atmosphere gone heavy (Because) There's a wind arising with the ire of Venus Tugging at the surface of the seas between us And it's catalyzing with a breath of calefaction A thunderous disturbance, and for every action, a reaction And the rush will take you away Like you're caught in the undertow And you will drown in the wake Of the things you lost to the winds of Notos But the water's rising (quicker than light and sound) From the seas within me (coming up from the ground) And I try to fight it (cumulonimbus clouds) But I drain completely (cover the sun and drown it out) Every inhale I take, swallows the ocean whole, and I am one With the hurricane, tall as the tide that laps with a rabid tongue With every exhale, I break you down with a fury, I lay the hills undone Like a dog gone untamed, bellowing out a river from my lungs And the rush will take you away Like you're caught in the undertow And you will drown in the wake Of the things you said that you can't take back, no And every word you shouldn't say Will come bubbling out of your throat But you've got no one left to blame For the things you lost to the winds of Notos You gotta let go ---- 14:29, Mandatory Evac / Counting Cars ----

---- 16:49, New River ---- It took forever and a day for the canyons and coasts to erode away By the weight of the ocean's cyclical motion they swayed And though the eons may pass as slow as the sands of an hourglass Every grain that we've counted claims that even the mountains can change Let it come down, let it come down Let it make in you a new river Let it come down, let it come down Let it make in you a new river I know the winds from the south have the waves riled up like a hungry mouth And your stomach goes hollow at the thought that it could swallow you whole Well, it'll rain for forty days and nights, and nothing you do can slow the rising tides But the river takes her shape from every tempest she abides And like her, you'll be made new again Let it come down, let it come down Let it make in you a new river Let it come down, let it come down Let it make in you a new river Let it come down, let it come down Let it make in you a new river Let it come down, let it come down Let it make in you a new river Let it come down, let it come down Let it make in you a new river Let it come down, let it come down Let it make in you a new river **Eurus** ---- 20:32, O Sleeper ---- While the weary nations weep Awakening me from a dream I see the moonlight steal across my sheets My love is lying fast asleep Chasing its beams She stirs, and then she turns her back to me The clouds overhead open up For the wicked and just all the same And lay low the hills, so to fill Every valley below to the brim But like the sun that turns the sky Illuminating all, in time The tables in the temple will be turned on their side And just as it scorches up the dunes Beneath the height of noon The pillars of the empire will be burned, in kind And by the holy rock I stand As blessed as the sacred ram I see the trail of shoulders I've climbed over, but By god, I'll bloody up my hands With everything I am To cut away the mountains I've made And fill the dales below ---- 24:48, Dry Branches ---- ---- 25:45, Grow ---- Between the seams that line your living room A vine of ivy's pushing her way through And as she creeps along, she sinks her roots Into the cracks, and pulls 'em back until the structure's coming loose And the way the shadows on the wall are cast Look like a twisted apparition from the past And all the memories come flooding fast A wilderness you kinda miss, but were taught you ought to cut it back So you shut it out You shout it down Until you're all white-knuckled You got a lot to learn, if you'd settle down Let be what is, let be what isn't It's a natural world in which we're living And if you let it alone, it will surely grow Just leave it alone, child, and let it go And when all your ziggurats have crumbled down And every stone is thrown like seeds across the ground A new Arcadia will come around And multiply until the binds of death have been unwound So don't you shut it out Don't you shout it down And get your feathers ruffled You got a lot to learn, if you'd just settle down And let the river run its course 'Cause see, the ground all around It was always holy Leave the ruins where they fall Leave them all And let the wild take over Let be what is, let be what isn't It's a natural world in which we're living And if you let it alone, it will surely grow Just leave it alone, child, and let it go Let be what is, let be what isn't It's a natural world in which we're living And if you let it alone, it will surely grow Just leave it alone, child, and let it go

---- 29:19, Eurus ---- Spinning that stone uphill again Like atonement for a bygone sin Under the weight of it, my bones Are cracking like a dry branch in a westward wind But Zeus and his pantheon of kin Take the first nine out of every ten Minas, like lightning changing hands It all returns back to his pockets, in the end You can't take any gold or rings further than the grave Nothing we make can we bring But still the bait hanging from the string is calling my name And like the wind it slips again Out of my fingers As Fortuna sits idly by I spin her wheel with all my might Crushing my kin for warring-wage Minted from the ivory of your tooth and eye Under the table where she dines I sit hungry with my mouth foamed white Fighting for crumbs that trickle down As she finishes her cake, then takes a bite from mine You can't take any gold or rings further than the grave Nothing we make can we bring But still the bait hanging from the string is calling my name And like the wind it slips again Out of my fingers ---- 32:20, A Convocation of Fauns (A Faunvocation, If You Will) ---- ---- 33:19, Hieroglyphs ---- Stamping your heels along with the drum Praying the serpent's underneath one of 'em Like there's some villain left to defeat Instead of a dance with a rhythm and beat Cause you've been too busy thinking ahead Of where we're all going after we're dead To maybe consider our bodies are worth More than the dust that we can return To the ground again We turn that old wheel round again Well, even the great celestial hieroglyphs Are bodies of dust illuminated, and if The heavens can be both sacred and dust Oh, maybe so can the rest of us Cause I've seen the line of ocean and shore The tumbling tide of water and soil And I've seen the day's fading begin The gradient wake of the sun that spins Around again It'll burn that old wheel down in the end ---- 36:17, Passerine ---- Like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine, they took to it Like a fox to a burrow, like an eagle to an aerie And my god, it's getting hard to even hum a single thing Cause you were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again See, my birds of a kind, they more and more are looking like Centurions than any little messiah And as I prune my feathers like leaves from a vine I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams It don't bring me relief, no it don't bring me nothing that You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again And again and again When he comes a-knocking at my door What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When the cold wind rolls in from the north What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When he comes a-knocking at my door What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When the cold wind rolls in from the north What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When he comes a-knocking at my door What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When the cold wind rolls in from the north What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord

**Boreas** ---- 40:40, A Kindling, Of Sorts ---- ---- 41:55, Cold ---- When the feeling leaves you It moves so slow Like the loose change from your front pocket You don’t even feel it go When the bitter creeps in To bite you whole A spectre unreflected, oh It keeps you cold When you keep your linens Like virgin snow Like a blanket of white Unbroken by the soil below The sound don’t carry Won’t rise or fall It damps the racket, chokes it back A stranglehold Ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh You paved your Hades With precious stone Made an hеirloom to patricians and the rich alone And the toll for crossing I’d owе Charon Would atrophy a half of me The heart of gold, ah-ooh Well, I’m not quite ready To turn to bone To petrify the shred of life I’m holding onto There’s no peace to upset That spirit’s flown This ossified philosophizing's getting old ---- 44:30, Lapis Lazuli ---- I don’t mean to speak so collectively I know I don’t make it easy to even wanna hear it What can I say, what can I say, what can I say 'Cause the more I recite it The more you wanna fight it The more my language is sounding fabricated But if there’s one thing I know It’s either the growing is slow Or it cuts to the bone Moving too quickly So I’ll keep half of my words in my mouth Let the syllables fall out At a steady trickling I’ll be your roof caving in You don’t know what you don’t know yet Yeah, I go on forgetting it Don’t you go on forgetting it, too Don’t you go on forgetting it I don’t mean to speak so intrusively I know I don’t make it easy To even wanna see it Nothing old, nothing new But if there’s two things I know It’s that the sky looked white and the water like wine when I first met you But somewhere along the line Rayleigh scattered across my eye And I found her blue Yeah, I found her blue You don’t know what you don’t know yet Yeah, I go on forgetting it Don’t you go on forgetting it, too Don’t you go on forgetting it Don't you go on forgetting it I must have found a new cone in my eye What other lapis lazuli was hiding Behind my color blindness What did I miss, what did I miss, what did I miss ---- 48:19, Rose ---- Wars are raising for her Crusades to adore her The light of your afterword Are you losing her true nature When you loosen nomenclature When you gift another moniker? What’s true is like a sickle It’ll cut you to the middle That your rose is without a thorn But no, my mouth don’t taste of metal From the pot here to the kettle I think we got a lot we gotta learn And even though by any other name Her scent would linger sweetly, all the same Call her briar long enough And you’ll tangle up the true and the fable Your dowry, it ain’t fooling The pyrite is showing through It won’t buy you that empty tomb And no alchemic incantation For a counterfeit salvation Can appease your leviathan groom No, love’ll get you slaughtered Like a ram at the altar What is safe ain’t the same as what is good So lay compress to the aching Of your body made for breaking We’ve got a lot of breaking left to do Cause even under any other creed The crucifix and the hangman - they both agree Change comes so cheaply For those of us already at the table

---- 51:34, Smoke Rising Like Lifted Hands ---- ---- 52:31, Boreas ---- With my back on the floor Cold linoleum icing my growing pains Watch the ceiling fan turn its shape again My threads are coming loose Yeah, I’m one spoon away From setting the ends of my hair on fire If I’m kindling for a little while At least I'd feel of use Maybe then my breath could embody A wildfire starting I'd sweep up the forest floor And my body breathe life into the corners Be a darker soil Making lists, folding laundry Keeping tidy with my radio show I’d be lying if I told you I’m keeping tidy anymore Yeah, I swing from believing That maybe my working will all pay off To considering drinking with Molotov I'm halfway out the door Maybe then my brеath could embody A wildfire starting I'd sweep up the forеst floor And my body breathe life into the corners Be a darker soil Promise me, that you'll start where I end And I promise to give you everything that I am (We’ll go on and on and on) We’ll go on and on and on In the end all I hope for Is to be a bit of warmth for you When there’s not a lot of warmth left To go around ---- 56:01, Glowing ---- In the end, I’m feeling More and more There won’t be any end No ice walls No frozen firmament To clearly define The corners and lines Of a divine invention So paper-thin You see right through it But I bet When you can’t find an edge By a map half-written It could feel like the end To have to keep going The inkwells Of prophecy And cartography Dried up long ago They’re hoarse from speaking Of our studied hesitation To shoulder the weight Of our bad-bеhaving When Atlas shrugs Whose back is breaking? And I know How it feels to thе hands Heavy as the heavens A weight that could fold you To keep holding Well, you’ll stand Like you stood as a babe Tugging at the house plants: All on your own Honest and truly You’ll rise, like land Pulled up at the sound of some strange commandment A moon alight Reflecting fully And I guess It would feel like rebirth Out of some kind of dying To see yourself so glowing

@Corbin-wx9ze OMG NOOOOO 😭😭 that’s probably the funniest and worst way to tpk a campaign

@kiwinatorwaffles yeah and the easiest way for me to finally stop being a sorcerer

Ans TONS of books!!

@Ra-lb6io yes!!! Like you’re own little library in like a secret room or something lol!!!

And the house gets lots of natural light that’s perfect for drawing!

@@viperguru2547 YEEEEESS!!! With a space to put your art supplies and stuff to!!!! Omg, y’all should keep adding stuff cause I wanna draw this house lol. Like, I wanna draw the whole layout and everything!!!!!

@ Yes omg. You totally should draw it!

That’s the glory of heaven friend! What they are telling is the Glory of God!

It's funny, the Anemoi albums are _deeply_ political. Despite their timeless sound they're heavily couched in the years from 2016 to 2020 that they were written and released. "Father Ignorance will make brothers of us all as he sets our torch aflame, chasing down the flimsy specters that we co-create," feels almost _about_ the Charlottesville marches. "In the end all I hope for is to be a bit of warmth for you when there's not a lot of warmth left to go around," is so deeply Quarantine. They're about the breaking of a worldview and the building of something new. Realizing that who you've been calling your people and what you've been calling your faith have become something that thrives on hate and fear, less of Christ and more of the Romans who killed him. And how building back from your whole world changing is long and painful, but we aren't alone, and devotion to our fellow people -- be they people we love or people we don't even know -- can fill that space more fully than any other experience on this earth. Of course, the sound is fantastical and antique, and the political commentary is dressed in a beautiful garment of folk and religion and poetic abstraction. But I think that's why the song _Boreas_ in particular is so impactful to me; it suddenly strips all that away, letting us confront the bare emotion behind it. Maggie and Tyler make such gorgeous things, but they're are also people who have dull routines and hate doing laundry and struggle with harmful coping mechanisms and sometimes have to lay on the floor because they can't bring themselves to do anything else. I think seeing them as "different" from us keeps us from enjoying this art to the fullest. It can transport us to another world, but at its core it's about finding purpose in our own.

@@cujoh985 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

The Oh Hellos' lyrics also have interesting Biblical references, makes it extra cool:)

@@theoneandonlykasserole glad to be the one to introduce you to them!!

@@gojodayo STOPPP I CANT ESCAPE MY PAST

@@ink4046 DONT APOLPGIZE THIS COMMENT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME AHHHHHHHH i’m super flattered that you noticed all the little details and symbolism i put into this!! it really means a lot to me 🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!

@@kiwinatorwaffles​​⁠​​⁠​⁠EEEE IM GLAD, YOU DID SO WELL AND I ADORE WHEN SO MUCH THOUGHT IS PUT INTO AND EVIDENT IN ONE’S WORK - THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS ❤

THANK YOU!!! i live for people noticing the small details and symbolism so this means a lot to me!!

@@kiwinatorwaffles YOUR WELCOME!!! I love seeing the symbolism and everything and it's perfect I adore this animatic

that's because kiwi can read <3 hope that helps <333

This somehow feels terribly worded in a way but I'll just hope it doesn't make me sound like an idiot and just wanted to say, fantastic video/work/drawing! >:)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! honestly i wasn’t even expecting this animatic to go over a thousand views so this means a lot to me 🥺

awww you flatter me :’D

THANK YOU!!! 😄😄😄😄

AWWAHAHAHAHAHAH no thank YOU for the kind words!!

there is! though the oh hellos said on twitter that it doesn’t mean anything specifically; they just wanted to convey the feeling of sending a telegram