1. |
Burning Handle
03:21
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Gathered under one lamp, the shape, the voice after
Panic in no direction. A loose cord writhing
Remembering is traveling
Every time, prostration, like the last
I don't know how to look
Wasn't there someone supposed to be here
I don't know how to look for something I don't know I'm looking for
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2. |
Waterest Him With Tears
03:16
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I've panned this river top to bottom
Fore e'er a blue flax flower bloomed
Before the watercourses made reflection of their own faces
A scream, to the inhuman, is like music
The depth of their harm is limitless
Don't be surprised. They'll do it again and again
The depth of their harm is limitless
The tide is out, the stream is low
They come, saltwater falling from their faces
And when we poked our heads, mills and men
Entangled in the bars we tried to climb
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3. |
Break My Back
02:15
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Until the sky turned gray, around the ring of grass
Then his head on the soil
Up to your wrist with my teeth
I can't wait for you to make me pay
Fray the edges like splayed fingers
In the upper register. Up to your wrist with my teeth
Around the ring of grass
Now his head on the soil
Feet in the center
Jaw tired, gasping for breath
Dip the forefinger into the honey
To be placed on the tongue
To be allowed to live
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4. |
Sky-Flayer
03:07
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Why are they born so helpless, so furless
The darker it is, the further they open their eyes
Watch one swinging his axe at the sky
Is the child worth raising, if it can't fight
They expect they're making contact
They're only making ribbons of air
Hymns to be repeated
Six fold symmetry of snow
Shaped by intention
Disfigured by thought
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5. |
With Hoarse Note
02:12
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Plucking a foxglove from the bush
Covering each finger in red
Half in fright, the other envy
Swim home, with moonlight as a guide
Wreaths made of seaweed, on their brows like
Coronets, twined among their tresses
Who will have us
In the soft water of the inland current
When the salt rushes in
Float to our heart's content
I'll only ask for what I want
To accept help as much as I want to give it
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6. |
Persistent Dream
03:42
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Stuck in front of our eyes
Snuck in through a hole in your head
Criticism we could only give ourselves
Ribbons of useless context
Now in a tub covered in stares
Only to fall into shock and pass
Scrolls of the unhelpful
Now just a specimen. Not an attraction
Unlike those who left, our eyes replaced by glass
Skin stuffed, mounted, in a case resting on rods
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Water-Rotted
03:02
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A basin, half salt, half fresh, near the river's mouth
If you try dragging the bottom
You'll pass everything you've known or imagined
Because there isn't one
When they fall, cut the timber into staves
An auroch's horn comb to smooth their curls
Without the weald. Grass where the forest was
In spring, a dam for water, to rot the flax
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How many are sitting on the other side of the window
At a table, waiting for the wind to pass
Are they cold, that they have to keep warm
Do their legs not float with wooden feet
It's so easy to feel like the other, when they're so strange
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9. |
Sit Down, Restless
02:54
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The circles that show when you close your eyes
Written on the inside of your eyelids, sit down, sit down
Nothing will change until you take the weight of your feet
A switch made of reeds to keep us in the chair
Or a whip made of seaweed when they're too restless to listen
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10. |
Struggle Into Life
03:34
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It's not unlike an endless well
To live in the face of folly
Any foothold will do
Any grip, to pull
You didn't see the well's opening, because it's dark outside, as well
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11. |
There Was No Lock
02:32
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After this I'll never come inside
We are too feral
When the fur rotted away, and the glass eye fell out
and the ears fell off, we could tell time
Standing on supports, pinned to cardboard
Impermanence. Constant disintegration
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