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MYTH OF THE CAVE

by Deya Dova

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MYTH OF THE CAVE Oh We’re tying the stars to the mountains The mountains to the stars. We are so high That we can see beyond the wall of our own horizons Waywayah. Waywayah Cords that Knot & threads that bind Tell the tale of Humankind From long ago into future returning All wisdoms from lifetimes learnt Out of the cave the Shining Ones rise A hope awoke in their eyes We weave a new myth into the Timelines Oh We’re tying the stars to the mountains The mountains to the stars. We are so high That we can see beyond the wall of our own horizons Old Basket Maker tends to her net Gathering up all the ones who have leapt Smooth our way into The Emergence Oh I Am who I Am Oh I Am Reflecting all that you see I am Generosity flows from our hands Enough talk now it is time for deeds Oh We’re tying the stars to the mountains The mountains to the stars. We are so high That we can see beyond the wall of our own horizons Waywayah. Waywayah Strip out of any illusionary attire Into the smoke of the eucalyptus fire Pounding our feet in the rising dust In freedom & wonder, Creator we trust We restore balance through our reverence of life Quivers full of courage & our blood lightening Alhamdulillah Oh we’re tying the stars to the mountains The mountains to the stars. We are so high That we can see beyond the wall of our own horizons Waywayah. Waywayah. Tying the stars to the loom Deya Dova © Dec 2016
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RETURN OF THE BIRD TRIBES Ohlo Lungwo Lungwoi Ohlo Lungwo Wei Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo Ohlo Lungwo Wei The Bird Tribes are rising Ka old soul Oh it is written The Ancient Ones will rise again I bow in complete recognition The Bird Tribes are rising Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo Ohlo Lungwo Wei The Bird Tribes are rising Ka Old Soul It is legend The Ancient Ones will rise again See my soul of different colours See my feathers worn from within Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo Ohlo Lungwo Wei The Bird Tribes are rising Oh come sit by this fire Warm the seeds you’ve sewn Time travellers how far we have flown Are we not birds of the same feather? Is this not prophecy? I rise up for I remember All of Creation Is inside of me Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo Ohlo Lungwo Wei The Bird Tribes are rising Deya Dova © MAY 2015
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RITE OF THE HUNT I remember your eyes amplified Old & golden beside the fire With your long loaded stares The length of neck always prickles up it’s hairs Into the woods our heart’s would fly Into the valley hidden by the sky Hungry & teasing your pace would be slow Head full of antlers into the hunt we go Howl Further & deeper he would chase her side Through the moss & the bracken away from the eye’d He’d ease her higher standing stones would appear She’d look back catch a glimpse through the trees that hear The thrill of the hunt she spins back into the chase Leads him into the cave a warm and fire lit place He’ll enter soon after erect & hot Feathered mask hides his face but his eyes She’s never forgot Howl And all to be heard was the sound of two great mountains colliding As he pounced upon his prey & all the empty space dividing Into the woods our hearts would fly Into the valley hidden by the sky In full pace in the hunt, the stalk, the kill In the thrill of the chase Deya Dova © November 2016
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Serpents Egg 05:35
SERPENTS EGG Smell the salt water Hear the breeze. Whisper of the ones below Sing the songlines through the seas Whisper of the ones below Sunken mountains. Buried keys. Open the temple door In the sands there. A hidden treasure How it years to be set free From the waters hear the call Bring the serpent’s egg up from the ocean floor Hear it crack. Hear it roar Unleash a memory awakening to restore Smell my fresh feathers. Scaled. Wet skin Ride my ancient bones Travel time-space Digging up artifacts we buried millions of years ago From the waters hear the call Bring the serpent’s egg up from the ocean floor Hear it crack. Hear it roar Unleash a memory awakening to restore The Earth counts time in billions of years I’ve held the lore since her inception I serve renewal of all life Streaming light that’s information Ride the snake come feel it Underneath your skin it’s sliding Open up your eyes their shedding skin The life force pouring, surging in Ride the Snake. I am the Serpent. Pulsing. Carving. Earth we’re Birthing planets. Stars & Canyons. Smashing through glass ceilings. Open till we Soar. Open till we Soar Awoken till we saw Deya Dova © Eclipse May 2016
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Hollow Bone 06:03
HOLLOW BONE I see your Heat. Magnetism. Light. Vibration. Vital Force Electricity. Conductive Circuitry I see your Sweat. Muscle. Flesh. Feather. Fur & Bone It’s Electricity wired to Earths ancient frequency White Heat. Bare Feet. Drum Beat. Hollow Bone. Hollow Bone I see your White Heat. Bare Feet. Drum Beat. Hollow Bone Electric Hollow Bone I see your Heart. Pump. Pulse driven round your body It’s Electricity. All that Life Force energy I see your Chest. Open. Atomic Mass in reaction It’s Electricity wired to Earths ancient frequency White Heat. Bare Feet. Drum Beat. Hollow Bone. Hollow Bone I see your White Heat. Bare Feet. Drum Beat. Hollow Bone Electric Hollow Bone White Heat. Bare Feet. Drum Beat. Electric Hollow Bone I see your White Heat. Bare Feet. Drum Beat. Hollow Bone Electric Hollow Bone Oh this is all that we needed Tapping into Limitless Free Energy Oh holding onto these lightening bolts we’re free Oh plugged into the Source directly Deya Dova © Feb 2016
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MYTH OF THE CAVE

Smashing through glass ceilings of human perception. Emerging out of the cave of questioning, “what is real?” Into the memory, the knowing & the wisdom of lifetimes of learning. Myth of the Cave is a concept album about consciousness. A collection of intimately woven stories, mythical Being statements for a new era.

DEYA DOVA takes future dreaming to the next level with the supernatural energy, frequency & vibration of her voice, splicing new myths into the space-time continuum. Earth & Sky meet in the awakening of her soaring angelic & banshee-esk vocals blending seamlessly with ancient tribal songlines. True to the DEYA DOVA signature sound, Myth of the Cave harmonizes the raw earthy power of the human voice with cutting edge Electronica. Intricate & layered Global Bass productions encrypted with symbology. Exotic textural landscapes featuring Egyptian Saz, Didgeridoo, Hung, Santoor, Burundi Drums, Totemic future Bass and a distinctly cinematic grandeur.

"Myths which are believed in tend to become true." - George Orwell

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released March 3, 2017

Label - Reflekta Records
Written + Recorded by Deya Dova
Co Produced by Deya Dova + Hamilton Barnett
The Winged One & The Great Sky Lodge produced by Deya Dova
Digeridu on Hollow Bone by Si Mullumby
Cover Design + Artwork - Deya Dova
Additional Mixing - Benjamin Last (www.motivmusic.com)
Mastering - Gregor Zemljic

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Deya Dova Australia

Electronic music duo featuring Australian singer, producer & visionary Deya Dova, recording live on the Earth's energy lines and at power places around the world.

“Exquisitely produced reminiscent of The Knife or Bjork and yet completely, refreshingly unique” IN THE MIX

“This singer producer sounds like the love child of an orgy between Fever Ray, Shpongle and Trentemoller.”
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