1. |
MORTAR
02:24
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I call you my sister, I call you my kin
What lingers is the terror
the crumbling catches on my skin
My fingers pull up the rocks with the roots
With the roots come the mantle
and mortar and the truth.
Who woulda said I'd call your name?
Who coulda built a better lock?
Who woulda plead for a heavier rain?
Are you an usher of the dark?
NOT A SIMPLE FRACTURE
NOT A QUIET RUIN
O IT'S A GREEDY LITTLE LOVE
TO PICK AT EVERY WOUND
BUT THE BARK PEELS OFF
LIKE A LOOSE CAVITY
WE ONLY NEED A SPARK TO LET
TO WET ITS FLAME
Who woulda said I'd call your name?
Who coulda built a better lock?
Who woulda plead for a heavier rain?
Are you an usher of the dark?
Who coulda hid the salt in plain
view of the approaching loss
I weep for the memory of a taste
and I wipe the labor from my jaw
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2. |
SUCKLE
02:31
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forget it forget it forget it forget it
i spend my lifetime forgetting
a lifetime washing dishes
forget it forget it forget it
oh forget it i spend my
my whole lifetime washing dishes
i suckle it
i suckle it
i suckle it
i - like a newborn devil
i raised him up
i called him my own
i raised him up
i called him my
Baby Boy
Little Darlin'
oh my Little Ones
heaven displaced is a pandemonium
keep it caught in a town below
heaven displaced is a pandemonium
keep it all locked in a little throat
i suckle it i suckle it
like a newborn devil
i raised him up
i called him my own
when i looked in his eyes
i saw the future falling
rubble rose to meet the sky
you and - you and
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3. |
FIRMAMENT
02:14
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What a firmament allows,
A heart is easy bruised, that's why we cover it in bone
That's why we string it up
string it up in vows
What firmament allows, heaven is a moan
death rattle under a broken sound
No stars to guide us
My headstone
my final fixture home
A riverbed unhinges its mouth to swallow shame
The cold the crevices nothing hides its future form
Down along the flowing water where a sutured foot is favored deep beside the snakes slipping through the granges
Never would I ask the open question
Never would I serve in obligation
No stars to guide us
My headstone
My final fixture home
A firmament what firmament allows
is a dream is humility
The smoke the smoke the smoke
the waves
blocks out everything
blocks out every scream
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4. |
RED DUST
02:10
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red dust covers a clavicle
the light brings hunger i’ll never know
if i could only satiate - make the
terror a children’s grave
wake up to the hollow hand, fill it
with a daughter’s laugh. i could
never be your man, I could never
be your man.
you don’t have to live a little lie
for me, i want you in your essence.
If that’s crawling, begging on your knees
if that's wringing my corpse lifeless
red dust covers a clavicle, the light brings
hunger i could never know. if i could only
satiate. make the terror a children's game
lift the blinds from the nursery. i watch
it enter, tear from me. watch. i fleck
blood on the wall. i could never
fear your call. you don't have to
live a little lie for meeee. i want
you in your essence. if that's
crawlin, beggin on your knees
wringing my corpse lifeless
i want (to see)
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5. |
CRUMBS
02:01
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Easy
let it lie
Easy
let it lie
Not to put too fine a point on it
Not to make an angel dance atop a pin
Not to worry your pretty little head
Not to worry not to mention not to worry
well
Easy
let it lie
Easy
let it lie
Leave the light on for the visitors
I eat the crumbs
I grow large in the after
Let me wear the dawn
Easy
let it lie
Easy
let it lie
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BLOOD NYMPH Chicago, Illinois
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