Har! Har! Har!

by Hezekiah Jones

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...and apple-wood; though we have only fir-wood and dried
altar incense-and the hiss of resin

recalls a whisper or the echo of a whisper
in a temple-corridor-we are not alone.
Helen was lost, she sought reality,

let go the dream; Achilles sought the Sea,
and Paris found his earlier love, Oenone;
true, true but life returns, we have not far to go,

When Love kindles the flame;
why fear the dark without,
when light returns within?

excerpt from "Winter Love". Hermetic Definition.
by H.D. 1959


released October 14, 2016

Daniel Bower - Live Durms
Raphael Cutrufello - Casio PT-80, Ensoniq SQ-80, Pocket Piano, Tambourine, Vocals, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
Philip D'Agostino - Electric Bass
Brad Hinton - Vocals
Evgeniy Isayev - Flute, Reading, Russian Translation of postscript
Sarah Kolbmann - Reading, Portugese Translation of postscript
Kiley Ryan - Vocals
James Salamone - Synth, Tambourine
Clare Shields - Vocals

Recorded at HarmilHome, Little Spiders Have Big Dreams Studio, Cambridge Sound Studios
Engineered by Raphael Cutrufello, Ernie Tokay, and James Salamone
Mixed by James Salamone and Raphael Cutrufello
Mastered by James Salamone with Todd Mecaughey
CD layout by Gregor Rowan

Yeshe & Horus, Between a Sea & a Soft Place, and Sylvia North by Raphael Cutrufello



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Hezekiah Jones is a collection of Philadelphia-area artists orbiting around the songwriting talents of Raphael Cutrufello.

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Track Name: Yeshe & Horus
As a world rests neatly on it's pin
Horus in the silence, Yeshe in the din
Horus courts the dark while her face sets to a sun
Horus hard to hear she signs when offerings are done

She said
You could get a little and I'll get none
Or I can get most and you'll get some
Dip the buckets in the barrel
Buckets in the barrel
If we could reassess what we think we need
What's wholly best just might supercede
Don't let your heart go limp and buckle
Heart go limp and buckle

As the smoke winds it's way up to their ring
Horus breathes in deep, Yeshe's eyes begin to sting
Sufferings a strong grip, there's joy in letting go
With a sigh and not a bang a crumbling comes on slow
Track Name: Between a Sea & a Soft Place
I'm Stuck
Between a Sea
and a Soft Place
Between a Need to be Free
And a Need to Relate
My Grip is too Tight
Knuckles Gone White

by Conner Callahan

There will be an ocean,
an ocean between us.
Like a one word poem
that I could never write,
because I cannot contain
an ocean and you ——
You outstrip the ocean
on all poetic levels.
I have found a line for you
in every poem I have written,
but they only present some
infinite series whose convergence
can never be accomplished.
Some three-word phrases:
I am sorry.
I love you.
Track Name: Sylvia NORTH
Sylvia, Don't let the shadows fool you
Sylvia, It's just the sun at play inside of you

When all your doubt
and anxious demand
Becomes all the rage
A simple slight of hand
When all your fear
goes deep down to your knees
Rubbing minor parts
causing them to seize