Clues Thru Keyholes

by Cicada VonLudke

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Peer into songs from the first years:

Fractured accordion, melancholic organ lamentations, vocals bare and echoing.
Here is an ode to SPRING, the severance of false ties, and engulfing fragments in flames to begin anew.

RECORDED @ THE CRYPT
MADISON, WI

ACCORDION / VOCALS: N.VONLÜDKE

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Clues Thru Keyholes is a compressed, archived glimpse into the primarily street-based busking act, Cicada.
Lyrics & songs (except track 4) crafted while learning the art of feeding one's self upon the forgiving streets of Seattle, WA 2012-2013

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released April 20, 2015

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Cicada VonLudke Madison, Wisconsin

:Brewing Catharsis Through Bellows:

CICADA is a
street-based
accordion-centric
busking act, and one musical incarnation of:

N. VonLüdke
MADISON, WI

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Track Name: Galilee
stars shine bright
galaxy burning up with light
those stars shine bright
so baby, hold me tight

and run
your calloused hands
through my knotted hair
drop your anchor here
rough waters are not to fear

and hold me tight tonight
hold me hold me tight tonight
just hold me tight tonight
love is like a kite

in fair weather
our eyes have little freight
but our boat rocks hard
against stormy ocean nights

my heart strings they sang for you
sadly playing out of tune
we tried to steer this vessel right
but the moon won the fight

(she said)
hold her tight tonight
hold her hold her tight tonight
just hold her tight tonight
because love is like a kite

and as our sails begin to rip
I give my whiskey one more sip
oh hell pour me another shot
as I jump ship

take my strong advice
don't dare to think twice
and go home to hold her tight
because love is like a kite
Track Name: FITE!
Lifted is the story of navigating bodies,
And of poisons force fed
as we're laid to rest.

Destruction in our food supply,
White-washing the news we buy,
Toxins in the water
the oppressed are enslaved to pay for

Bilderberg is sneaky,
Demons reaping money
They're not the ones dying in the streets!

What will you do when those troubles come
for the ones you love?
Will you run and hide?
Will you stay to fight?

Toiling in professions,
condemned to depression,
suffocating in a web of plastic dreams.

Refusing to believe the lies
that survival is a 9-5,
Instead I reclaim this time as
mine and solely mine.

It should be alarming,
souls trapped behind iron,
condemned for eternity!

What will you do when those troubles come
for the ones you love?
Will you run and hide?
Will you stay
stay to die?
Track Name: Vodka Serpent
I took fire to my mother
Juggling burning coals of black
Through the iron of my bed cell;
It was the price to break my chains ....

Amidst the ire of every orphan
Lies a solo thread of silk,
A corridor for a skilled tailor
to mend a phoenix out of filth....

Vodka's Serpent is who raised me,
Her poisoned fangs kept me trapped
in a 4x4 compartment,
Hissing as my body I did hack.

Now I'm back to seek the pieces,
I pick up fragments here and there,
One day I'll put them all together,
My patch-work body she'll revere.

Uncle Jeff holds a secret,
Shadows only he can see,
Poured in drinks throughout the Boehnleins,
Ills in our geneaology.

I'll a hand mirror as my compass,
I'll hurl red to set them free
Once I hunt down every demon,
Every sickness plaguing me.

Vodka's Serpent is who raised me,
Her poisoned fangs kept me trapped
in a 4x4 compartment,
Hissing as my body I did hack.

Now I'm back to seek the pieces,
I pick up fragments here and there,
One day I'll put them all together,
My patch-work body she'll revere.
Track Name: St James
I went down to St James Infirmary
I saw my baby there
She was laid out on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so bare

Let her go, let her go, god bless her
She never did love me
She can search this wide world over and
Never meet a man like me

Break apart your bones
And put them back together
Tell your mama you're someone new
Feel the wind blowing, watch out
I can say what I feel to you

And give me six pallbearers
And a choir girl to sing me a song
Put a three string band on my hearse
Make hell as I roll along

Roll out your rubber carriage
Roll out your old time hat
Twelve men goin' to that graveyard
Eleven they are comin' back

Now that you've heard my story
Pour me another booze
And if anyone should ask you
I've got those accordion blues
Track Name: Populus Fremontii
Cottonwood, oh cottonwood
Tell me a story,
Tell me of the past!
Whisper a lullaby through the forray
As I pull in the lines I've cast.

Black bird circling high in the sky
Profess to what you seek!
Subjection to gravity does not work for me,
My wings they must stretch over peaks.

And there's a bird inside all of us
Waiting to be free.
And there's the words inside all our tongues
Waiting for reprie.

Cottonwood, oh cottonwood
speak to me through your creaks and moans.
Do you mourn the loss of a fallen branch
Despite the seeds you've sown?

Black bird circling high in the sky
Profess to what you seek!
Subjection to gravity does not work for me,
My wings they must stretch over peaks.

Because I need a good rebound,
A strong hand to hold me down
As I move along,
As I move along.

And there's a bird inside all of us
Waiting to be free!
And there's the words inside all our tongues
Waiting for reprie!