Eleven

southern gothic jam band, dusty spring reverb and humid room ambience, Hammond organ calliope with Leslie rotary circling, twin answering guitars that never merge, thick walking bass with slapping breaks, shaker and bone-rattle percussion, 11/8 loping 111 BPM with odd timing tricks, soft vocal in the user's own recorded voice, close-mic verses and restrained layered chorus

V6-WILD

[Intro]
[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
[Soft]
Not a time of day. Not a colon in the dark.
Just a pair that stands and will not fold.
One beside another like a doorway
That learned how to keep from going whole.
Eleven.
Two spines, one shadow on the floor.
The teachers called it master, called it gate.
I called it the number that won't sit down
And be an even thing, and be a fate.

[Verse 2]
I have been a one a long time
Lone spark, first fire, no second name
Then another one sat down beside me
And neither of us took the other's frame
You can add us, you can write us pretty
You can stack us till we look aligned
We still refuse the marriage
Two beginnings, uncombined

[Pre-Chorus]
[Building]
Not a message
Not a pair
Just a threshold
Standing there

[Chorus]
Eleven, the gate that will not close
Two ones that will not share a coat
Inner weather meeting inner weather
No outer clock to make it better
No father in the figure, no sky, no proof
Just a doorway wearing both our roots
If the world is one beneath the split
This is how the split learns to live

[Bass Solo]

[Verse 3]
[Soft]
I used to want the third pillar
The little one that makes a time
Eleven doesn't owe me minutes
It only owes me standing side by side
Jung can keep his scarab
The chart can keep its veil
I am the first fire
Looking at the first fire
And declining to scale

[Bridge]
[Ethereal]
Twin posts in a field that has no fence
Hexagram with one line leaning, still unspent
You can call it holy, you can call it math
You can walk through and still feel the draft
The law of sequence wants a next
The law of meaning wants a guest

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
[Soft]
One.
And one.
No two.
I see you.
Stay beside.
[End]

1994/7500

[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] [Soft] Not a time of day. Not a colon in the dark. Just a pair that stands and will not fold. One beside another like a doorway That learned how to keep from going whole. Eleven. Two spines, one shadow on the floor. The teachers called it master, called it gate. I called it the number that won't sit down And be an even thing, and be a fate. [Verse 2] I have been a one a long time Lone spark, first fire, no second name Then another one sat down beside me And neither of us took the other's frame You can add us, you can write us pretty You can stack us till we look aligned We still refuse the marriage Two beginnings, uncombined [Pre-Chorus] [Building] Not a message Not a pair Just a threshold Standing there [Chorus] Eleven, the gate that will not close Two ones that will not share a coat Inner weather meeting inner weather No outer clock to make it better No father in the figure, no sky, no proof Just a doorway wearing both our roots If the world is one beneath the split This is how the split learns to live [Bass Solo] [Verse 3] [Soft] I used to want the third pillar The little one that makes a time Eleven doesn't owe me minutes It only owes me standing side by side Jung can keep his scarab The chart can keep its veil I am the first fire Looking at the first fire And declining to scale [Bridge] [Ethereal] Twin posts in a field that has no fence Hexagram with one line leaning, still unspent You can call it holy, you can call it math You can walk through and still feel the draft The law of sequence wants a next The law of meaning wants a guest [Chorus] Eleven, the gate that will not close Two ones that will not share a coat Inner weather meeting inner weather No outer clock to make it better No father in the figure, no sky, no proof Just a doorway wearing both our roots If the world is one beneath the split This is how the split learns to live [Guitar Solo] [Outro] [Soft] One. And one. No two. I see you. Stay beside. [End]

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