Ragon Linde

Borrowed Lines in Borrowed Time

by Ragon Linde

Released 2018
Slj Productions
Released 2018
Slj Productions
Borrowed stories placed into borrowed funk beats.
  • 02:56 Story Lyrics Your First Ocean

    No taller than my knee

    when you challenge, your first ocean.

    Ankle deep

    you strain your body, against my tight grip

    throw head to sky

    capture the ocean’s roar

    into the cave of your mouth

    Even when the waves spill into you

     

    CHORUS

    Watching you, I question

    do you remember your first ocean?

    Watching you, I question

    do you remember your first ocean?

     

    fill you with your first taste of salt

    you do not bend from the task

    of challenging your first ocean.

    Today you turn your back to the same tide

    stretch and yawn, open wide

    that same cave that had taken

    in some primal catch

    to tell me you haven’t eaten yet.


    CHORUS

  • 04:43 Story Lyrics Tormented Soul

    Tormented soul, where did you go?

    with the whispering silence in your head.

    The two-headed monster came upon her

    snatched her up and it fed.

     

    CHORUS

    From the taste of revenge she burned

    until her heart yearned

    until she burned to avenge what fed on her

     

    oh, oh, two headed monster by the Christmas lights

    red, green, and gold he came to her that night

    said, close your eyes and she never told

    oh, no, she never told

     

    CHORUS


    Oh many years later on the TV screen

    She saw that monster give a speech

    He spoke of family values and the grace of god

    And audiences cheered what a good righteous man

    If she called him out they wouldn’t believe her

    What an opportunistic whore

    Why did she wait so long to speak up?

    And take this good man down

    She pierced her pillow with her fist

    She cried herself to sleep

    The nightmare screams to the monster who was not there

    The pills and the booze couldn’t hide the shame she felt

    But she found strength from the fire that burned inside

    And one-day justice would be served

     

    Tormented soul, where did you go?

    with the whispering silence in your head.

  • 04:36 Story Lyrics Suspended

    I am orphaned at the center.

    The bridge yaws side to side

    ululates beneath my feet.

    To you fixed in domicile’s unyielding grip,

    it appears I stand upon ribbon candy

    little between me and death.

    Yet to me this axis is a nest, a nest

     

    as secure as any, even the cracked boards,

    even the rope rails hook me far better than your slick, marble stairs.

    Yet my jangling course sways unnecessarily, irritates you

    where you stand locked in your door, taut, waiting for me to enter my own settled house.

    I am orphaned at the center.

    Only my shadow will complete

    this journey which I have decided

    must settle right here, right now, far from the end, the end.

  • 04:51 Story Lyrics Anthropocene

    The ants, the ants, we are the ants

    The ants, the ants, we are the ants

     

    silt, oil, sun, soil, sift it, turn it, toss, burn it, put  it where we want.

    silt, oil, sun, soil, sift it, turn it, toss, burn it, put  it where we want.

     

    Every new age is the death of another

    This is, must be, will be too

    Every new age, dear, is the death of another

    Of the old.  breaking ground

    for the new  Anthropocene.


    CHORUS

    This will be.  Will be the death of you.

    This will be.  Will be the death of you.

     

    Our hubris has come undone

    We’ve sucked out all petroleum

    We’ve built our cities in the sand

    Spray painted boxes crisscross our land

     

    Two billion, two hundred twenty-two million, three hundred sixty-six thousand,

    six hundred fifty four tons of food plundered

    just this year to feed us. Just this year.

    This is the face of seven billion

    The earth’s become our pavilion

    Hastily built and easy to clear.

     

    CHORUS

     

    We are the ants and this is our pile

    King of the mountains Damn! This is the face of seven billion

    The Earth’s now my pavilion

    Our new age is one long regression toward the mean

    Anthropocene

     

    Put it where we want.

    Put it where we want.

    Put it where we want.

    Put it where we want.

     

    Wake the Fuck Up

    Wake the Fuck Up

    Wake the Fuck Up

    Wake the Fuck Up

  • 05:19 Story Lyrics Angry White Man

    Angry White Man, what hangs in your head?

    Angry White Man, who isn’t listening to you?

    What does it feel like in the pit of your gut?

    How long has it been since you felt understood?  

    Was it one person or episode?

    or a lifetime of betrayal that left you this way?

     

    CHORUS

    Everything has to be black and white.

    Please I don’t want to end up like you.

     

    You scare people off who may fuck up your lawn

    which welcomes no one but the scorching hot sun

     

    CHORUS

    Everything has to be black and white

    Order and rules, keep ‘em in tightly drawn boxes

     

    You fear the lazy, the humble, and sick

    Those with different traditions, ideas, and concepts

    Draw lines upon maps and say live over there

    or better yet far from here

    Somewhere deep inside that child was ignored

    Who grew up to build walls from the people he cared for

     

    CHORUS

    Everything has to be black and white

    Jaded, heart hardened, with your piercing mean looks

     

    You isolate yourself and shut your blinds

    in that faux upscale midtown apartment

    You shout get out get out! You use hurtful insults.

    that pierce through the most vulnerable parts!

    Loud voices and conjured fears

    Submissive bots who consent without love

     

    CHORUS

    Crush those where they are vulnerable and weak

    Oh angry white man what kind of world do you want?

  • 03:47 Story Lyrics N.B.

    Feel invisible, in plain sight

    Based on how, I look and speak

    I have a secret I wish everybody knew

    Seeking validation for what is true

     

    CHORUS

    Express yourself, what you feel

    Don’t let norms shut you down

     

    Male or Female be yourself

    Outward appearance can deceive

    Lipstick and make-up, dresses and tights

    There’s more to me than meets the eye

     

    CHORUS

    Some would say I’m a plain ‘ole guy

    But there’s more to me than meets the eye

     

    Sensitivities on all sides

    Blur the boundaries and fuck the roles

    Take a moment before you judge

    It don’t add up or fit neatly in a box

     

    CHORUS

    Open exploration, back and forth

    Are you feeling, that way too?

     

    Bridge

    Out or secret, it’s alright!

    Gay or straight, somewhere in between

    Chose your pronouns that fit your gender

    It doesn’t have to match, your genitalia                                      

                            Some say Two Spirit or LGBTQ

    As for me, I’m non-Binary

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Listen to your feelings

    Go beyond the expected and accepted

    Design your appearance, plan your look

    We change our minds, that’s the point

     

    CHORUS

    Some days I’m full of confidence

    Some days it’s a struggle between wondering

    And seeking validation am I making

    Something out of nothing

  • 05:28 Story Lyrics Unfalling the Stars

    sorry door if I must bother you

    why don't you open wider and admit friends

    sorry song

    my mouth is not fit to sing you

    sorry distance

    my steps are not wide enough to cover you

     

    CHORUS                   

    so many stars fall, sorry life

    my words are not wide enough to honor you

    so many stars shine, sorry life

    my words are not wide enough to honor you

    to honor you

    to honor you

    to honor you

     

    your last words hang over the threshold
    in an endless conversation with my past

    as I hang myself

    on a hat hook

    in someone else’s childhood

    while you laugh like you always do

     

    CHORUS                 

  • 04:56 Story Lyrics Violence

    Gray petals of bombs fall on us

    crack the body’s puzzle.

    We know how it bends to metal’s will

    how it forgets

    the meaning it carries,

    when broken.

    Some say the meaning goes away.

     

    I want to see it.

    Burned eyes are petals

    from a black rose

    we love and fear

    even in our dreams.

    And you dream too,

     

    we’ve seen your eyes rush under lids

    at the checkpoint of subconscious,

    burn through stolen scenes,

    what others felt

    when bombs fell. If petals

    are made of ash,

     

    what can we know about the flower,

    its smell,

    its proud posture,

    it’s short-lived optimism?

    Some say the meaning comes later

    I want to see it. As you learn, your end,

    See the body’s ironic puzzle,

    its checkpoint,

    its unanswered question –

    you realize it too:

     

    nothing is firm here, not even the harm we do

    nor how we carry and strangle,

    and fail to strangle the meaning of you.

    the meaning of you

    the meaning of you

  • 05:46 Story Lyrics Storm Rider

    Years ago,

    when she started to glide

    her family tried to keep her

    on the ground,

    but not her, no not her, not her


    CHORUS                   

    When she broke through the sky

    To where no one dared to fly

    she knew she would die

    She felt all the passion, all the pain

    she would never be the same

    When she broke through the sky

     

    But the day the storm rider

    was taken up, and up, and up

    thirty thousand feet high

    A spinning fruit fly tumbling past hail and thunder

    The winds tore her asunder

     

    Until she, like Icarus, she burned the sky

    No chance to survive, no way to get down alive

    from that forty degrees below

    It all turned black and she prepared to go


    CHORUS                   

     

    When she awakes an hour later

    the wind smashes her down,

    Down, she is surfing down

    And then she lands on the ground

    Alive, still alive, she survived

    After scratching the thin veil of space.

    Thirty thousand feet when she survived.

     

    CHORUS                   

    When she broke through the sky

    To where no one dared to fly

    she knew she would die

    not the storm rider, she was only found

    in the oversoul sky,

    only found in life unbound

  • 05:02 Story Lyrics Opened

    I watch a snowflake

    shape its notion of water

    into symmetry.

     

    My eyes open me.

    I’m a mandala

    built to be erased,

     

    a snowflake,

    a former crystal,

     

    Now a water drop,

    Now a memory.

NOTES
Ragon Linde
Lead and backing vocals, electric guitars, bass guitar, and drums

Featuring Performances by:

Michael Crowther
Alto Saxophone on Tracks 1-9 and 10

Peter De Les Dernier
Keyboards and synthesizers on all Tracks

Louis Doherty
Tenor Saxophone on Tracks 1-9 and 10
Baritone Saxophone on Track 6

Conifer Linde
Trumpet on Tracks 1-9 and 10

Horn arrangements
Ragon Linde and Louis Doherty

Produced by Ragon Linde
All songs Engineered by Ragon Linde
All Tracks Mixed and Mastered by Justin Phelps, The Hallowed Halls in Portland, Oregon.
Cover Sketch and Design by Linda Maddocks in Portland, Oregon
Graphic Design by Kai Rosehill
CONTACT: ragonlinde@ragonlinde.com

© SLJ Productions ASCAP
Copyright 2018

Your First Ocean
Words by Carrie-Ann Tkaczyk
Music by Ragon Linde

No taller than my knee
when you challenge, your first ocean.
Ankle deep
you strain your body, against my tight grip
throw head to sky
capture the ocean’s roar
into the cave of your mouth
Even when the waves spill into you

CHORUS
Watching you, I question
do you remember your first ocean?
Watching you, I question
do you remember your first ocean?

fill you with your first taste of salt
you do not bend from the task
of challenging your first ocean.
Today you turn your back to the same tide
stretch and yawn, open wide
that same cave that had taken
in some primal catch
to tell me you haven’t eaten yet.

CHORUS

Tormented Soul
Words by Ragon Linde and Carrie-Ann Tkaczyk
Music by Ragon Linde

Tormented soul, where did you go?
with the whispering silence in your head.
The two-headed monster came upon her
snatched her up and it fed.

CHORUS
From the taste of revenge she burned
until her heart yearned
until she burned to avenge what fed on her

oh, oh, two headed monster by the Christmas lights
red, green, and gold he came to her that night
said, close your eyes and she never told
oh, no, she never told

CHORUS

Oh many years later on the TV screen
She saw that monster give a speech
He spoke of family values and the grace of god
And audiences cheered what a good righteous man
If she called him out they wouldn’t believe her
What an opportunistic whore
Why did she wait so long to speak up?
And take this good man down

She pierced her pillow with her fist
She cried herself to sleep
The nightmare screams to the monster who was not there
The pills and the booze couldn’t hide the shame she felt
But she found strength from the fire that burned inside
And one-day justice would be served

Tormented soul, where did you go?
with the whispering silence in your head.


Suspended
Words by Carrie-Ann Tkaczyk
Music by Ragon Linde

I am orphaned at the center.
The bridge yaws side to side
ululates beneath my feet.
To you fixed in domicile’s unyielding grip,
it appears I stand upon ribbon candy
little between me and death.
Yet to me this axis is a nest, a nest

as secure as any, even the cracked boards,
even the rope rails hook me far better than your slick, marble stairs.
Yet my jangling course sways unnecessarily, irritates you
where you stand locked in your door, taut, waiting for me to enter my own settled house.
I am orphaned at the center.
Only my shadow will complete
this journey which I have decided
must settle right here, right now, far from the end, the end.

Anthropocene
Words by Ragon Linde and Carrie-Ann Tkaczyk
Music by Ragon Linde

The ants, the ants, we are the ants
The ants, the ants, we are the ants

silt, oil, sun, soil, sift it, turn it, toss, burn it, put it where we want.
silt, oil, sun, soil, sift it, turn it, toss, burn it, put it where we want.

Every new age is the death of another
This is, must be, will be too
Every new age, dear, is the death of another
Of the old. breaking ground
for the new Anthropocene.

CHORUS
This will be. Will be the death of you.
This will be. Will be the death of you.

Our hubris has come undone
We’ve sucked out all petroleum
We’ve built our cities in the sand
Spray painted boxes crisscross our land

Two billion, two hundred twenty-two million, three hundred sixty-six thousand,
six hundred fifty four tons of food plundered
just this year to feed us. Just this year.
This is the face of seven billion
The earth’s become our pavilion
Hastily built and easy to clear.

CHORUS

We are the ants and this is our pile
King of the mountains Damn! This is the face of seven billion
The Earth’s now my pavilion
Our new age is one long regression toward the mean
Anthropocene

Put it where we want.
Put it where we want.
Put it where we want.
Put it where we want.

Wake the Fuck Up
Wake the Fuck Up
Wake the Fuck Up
Wake the Fuck Up

ANGRY WHITE MAN
Words and Music by Ragon Linde

Angry White Man, what hangs in your head?
Angry White Man, who isn’t listening to you?
What does it feel like in the pit of your gut?
How long has it been since you felt understood?
Was it one person or episode?
or a lifetime of betrayal that left you this way?

CHORUS
Everything has to be black and white.
Please I don’t want to end up like you.

You scare people off who may fuck up your lawn
which welcomes no one but the scorching hot sun

CHORUS
Everything has to be black and white
Order and rules, keep ‘em in tightly drawn boxes

You fear the lazy, the humble, and sick
Those with different traditions, ideas, and concepts
Draw lines upon maps and say live over there
or better yet far from here
Somewhere deep inside that child was ignored
Who grew up to build walls from the people he cared for

CHORUS
Everything has to be black and white
Jaded, heart hardened, with your piercing mean looks

You isolate yourself and shut your blinds
in that faux upscale midtown apartment
You shout get out get out! You use hurtful insults.
that pierce through the most vulnerable parts!
Loud voices and conjured fears
Submissive bots who consent without love

CHORUS
Crush those where they are vulnerable and weak
Oh angry white man what kind of world do you want?






N.B.
Words by Ragon Linde and Grey Graham-Atkinson
Music by Ragon Linde

Feel invisible, in plain sight
Based on how, I look and speak
I have a secret I wish everybody knew
Seeking validation for what is true

CHORUS
Express yourself, what you feel
Don’t let norms shut you down

Male or Female be yourself
Outward appearance can deceive
Lipstick and make-up, dresses and tights
There’s more to me than meets the eye

CHORUS
Some would say I’m a plain ‘ole guy
But there’s more to me than meets the eye

Sensitivities on all sides
Blur the boundaries and fuck the roles
Take a moment before you judge
It don’t add up or fit neatly in a box

CHORUS
Open exploration, back and forth
Are you feeling, that way too?

Bridge
Out or secret, it’s alright!
Gay or straight, somewhere in between
Chose your pronouns that fit your gender
It doesn’t have to match, your genitalia
Some say Two Spirit or LGBTQ
As for me, I’m non-Binary






Listen to your feelings
Go beyond the expected and accepted
Design your appearance, plan your look
We change our minds, that’s the point

CHORUS
Some days I’m full of confidence
Some days it’s a struggle between wondering
And seeking validation am I making
Something out of nothing
Unfalling the Stars
Words by A. Molotkov
Music by Ragon Linde


sorry door if I must bother you
why don't you open wider and admit friends
sorry song
my mouth is not fit to sing you
sorry distance
my steps are not wide enough to cover you

CHORUS
so many stars fall, sorry life
my words are not wide enough to honor you
so many stars shine, sorry life
my words are not wide enough to honor you
to honor you
to honor you
to honor you

your last words hang over the threshold
in an endless conversation with my past
as I hang myself
on a hat hook
in someone else’s childhood
while you laugh like you always do

CHORUS




Violence
Words by A. Molotkov
Music by Ragon Linde

Gray petals of bombs fall on us
crack the body’s puzzle.
We know how it bends to metal’s will
how it forgets
the meaning it carries,
when broken.
Some say the meaning goes away.

I want to see it.
Burned eyes are petals
from a black rose
we love and fear
even in our dreams.
And you dream too,

we’ve seen your eyes rush under lids
at the checkpoint of subconscious,
burn through stolen scenes,
what others felt
when bombs fell. If petals
are made of ash,

what can we know about the flower,
its smell,
its proud posture,
it’s short-lived optimism?
Some say the meaning comes later
I want to see it. As you learn, your end,
See the body’s ironic puzzle,
its checkpoint,
its unanswered question –
you realize it too:

nothing is firm here, not even the harm we do
nor how we carry and strangle,
and fail to strangle the meaning of you.
the meaning of you
the meaning of you


Storm Rider
Words by Carrie-Ann Tkaczyk
Music by Ragon Linde

Years ago,
when she started to glide
her family tried to keep her
on the ground,
but not her, no not her, not her

CHORUS
When she broke through the sky
To where no one dared to fly
she knew she would die
She felt all the passion, all the pain
she would never be the same
When she broke through the sky

But the day the storm rider
was taken up, and up, and up
thirty thousand feet high
A spinning fruit fly tumbling past hail and thunder
The winds tore her asunder

Until she, like Icarus, she burned the sky
No chance to survive, no way to get down alive
from that forty degrees below
It all turned black and she prepared to go

CHORUS

When she awakes an hour later
the wind smashes her down,
Down, she is surfing down
And then she lands on the ground
Alive, still alive, she survived
After scratching the thin veil of space.
Thirty thousand feet when she survived.

CHORUS
When she broke through the sky
To where no one dared to fly
she knew she would die
not the storm rider, she was only found
in the oversoul sky,
only found in life unbound




Opened
Words by A. Molotkov
Music by Ragon Linde

I watch a snowflake
shape its notion of water
into symmetry.

My eyes open me.
I’m a mandala
built to be erased,

a snowflake,
a former crystal,

Now a water drop,
Now a memory.