Gaia Consort was … Read Full Bio ↴Gaia Consort is now known as Bone Poets Orchestra.
Gaia Consort was a seminal Pagan band started in 1997 by Christopher Bingham and Sue Tinney. They recorded 4 cds and were critically acclaimed as the "Pagan band of the century, if not the millenium." Gaia Consort celebrated the natural world, Pagan culture, polyamory, alternative sexuality and lefty politics in a holstic worldview.
The band has its own label, Suddenly Naked Arts Collective. All of the albums thus far have been funded by donations. They can be contacted through their web site, http://www.gaiaconsort.com .
Blood
Gaia Consort Lyrics
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Here
Circle Downwind and out of sight, you won't notice I'm
Near
Twitch of fear as you move at the treeline, I take the
Weak and the small
Bare your eye teeth or beg me for more time, you won't
Slow me at all
No, the joy or the hate hardly matters – there is
Nothing but hunger in this
Rest a heartbeat and I'll get my teeth in blood
Radar sense like a light in the hollow, taste that fear
In the dark
Every breath leaves a trace that I follow, I will catch
Every mark
Move and surely my sharp eye will see you, stop and
I'll take you down
Joy of tooth in the bone and the gristle, blood alive
In my mouth
Some will say there is safety in numbers, tell that
Myth to the edge of the herd
Leave the wek and I might even spare your blood
Wizened crone that is bent by the river, She wears a
Necklace of skulls
Better hope that if by chance you see her, She isn't
Washing your clothes
Not that seeing Her face really matters, No there's
Nothing at all we can do
Life begins as it all surely ends in blood
The lyrics of Gaia Consort's song Blood paint the picture of a predator stalking its prey in the night. The scent of the prey is high on the wind and the predator takes advantage of the prey's ignorance to circle downwind and remain out of sight. The predator takes the weak and the small, and the prey's begging or challenging won't stop them from their goal. Whether the predator approaches with joy or hate, the only thing that matters is the hunger for blood. They enjoy the taste of fear in the dark and catch every trace of the prey's breathing. When the prey moves, the predator's sharp eyes will see them, and when they stop, they'll be taken down quickly. The satisfaction of sinking their teeth into the bone and gristle to taste the blood alive in their mouth is what they live for.
The predator, however, isn't the only danger in the night. The wizened crone who wears a necklace of skulls also lurks by the river. It's uncertain if she poses a threat to the predator, but the predator warns the prey that if they see her by the river, they shouldn't hope that she isn't washing their clothes. In the end, the lyrics suggest a cycle of life that begins and ends in blood.
Line by Line Meaning
Scent is high on the wind tonight, I can taste you from
Here
I can smell you from afar and it makes me want to consume you.
Circle Downwind and out of sight, you won't notice I'm
Near
I'll move silently around you, plotting my attack, and you won't even know.
Twitch of fear as you move at the treeline, I take the
Weak and the small
I prey on the vulnerable and those who show signs of fear.
Bare your eye teeth or beg me for more time, you won't
Slow me at all
Your pleas and attempts at fighting back won't deter me from my goal.
No, the joy or the hate hardly matters – there is
Nothing but hunger in this
My insatiable hunger overrides any emotions, whether positive or negative.
Rest a heartbeat and I'll get my teeth in blood
If you pause for even a moment, I'll take the opportunity to attack and feed on you.
Radar sense like a light in the hollow, taste that fear
In the dark
My heightened senses allow me to detect and savor the fear of my prey even in the darkness.
Every breath leaves a trace that I follow, I will catch
Every mark
I track and follow every move of my prey, leaving no trace unnoticed.
Move and surely my sharp eye will see you, stop and
I'll take you down
If you move, I'll catch you, but if you stop, I'll pounce on you.
Joy of tooth in the bone and the gristle, blood alive
In my mouth
The satisfaction of consuming every last bit of flesh and feeling the blood flowing in my mouth brings me joy.
Some will say there is safety in numbers, tell that
Myth to the edge of the herd
Those who say that being in groups provides safety have not seen me take down even those at the edge of a herd.
Leave the weak and I might even spare your blood
Those who show strength and resilience are more likely to be spared by me.
Wizened crone that is bent by the river, She wears a
Necklace of skulls
A gruesome apparition of an old woman by the river with a necklace made of skulls.
Better hope that if by chance you see her, She isn't
Washing your clothes
If you run into her, you better hope she's not washing your blood-stained clothes.
Not that seeing Her face really matters, No there's
Nothing at all we can do
It doesn't matter if we see her face or not, because there's no escape from her grasp.
Life begins as it all surely ends in blood
It's a fact of life that it all starts and ends with blood.
Contributed by Layla A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.