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Spines
04:18
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Hope you're feeling better
Dreams record her terror
Winter has come
Black night cover me
Blankets smother me
Stitches hold her
Rock her shoulders
Black holes mold her
They cast her downward
Dreams record her terror
Winter has come
Put this picture in a box
And hide it in between the walls
So you'll find the elegance of these
My sad pathetic falls from grace
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Paradise
03:49
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Step aside so I can run away
Moldy copy of a renegade
Please wait, the gate is locked.
The dogs will surely kill you,
It's like they never knew you.
Slam, slam,
Forgot the key to paradise.
Leper colony certificate
Epileptic reconnaissance bullshit
Enduring pockets of recompense
A ghoulish cipher of innocence.
Please wait, the gate is locked.
The dogs will surely kill you,
It's like they never knew you.
Slam, slam,
Forgot the key to paradise.
Can't see the stars from the bottom shelf
Show me the scars that I made myself
Slides like butter
Whispers quiet like a shutter
Heart splatter
Pancake matter in the frozen arcade
Please wait
The gate is locked
The dogs will surely kill you
It's like they never knew you
Slam Slam
Forgot the key to paradise
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3. |
The Animal I Am
03:45
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The Animal I Am
Snap back!
The heat stings like ice.
Time slows so we move faster underneath our skin.
Inside, the path is frictionless,
we slip again, no footing on this fictional device.
I chase your love, a bird, a deer,
my dear, I dare to hold my hand
so still and still you wince a tiny
tremor travels, chases you away.
Outside your fur stands on end.
Come back! Retract your claws,
hide your teeth in watering jaws.
I chase your love, a bird, a deer,
my dear, I dare to hold my hand
so still and still you wince a tiny
tremor travels, chasing you,
my breath betrays my body,
charged with love and hate and heat and sorrow,
hold my hand so still, and still you smell
the animal I am.
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4. |
The Linen Sea
04:11
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The Linen Sea
This is the silence in which things die.
This is the stillness in which love seizes and hides alone
So cross the sea and dance with me...
So cross the sea to dance with me.
This is the distance across which I pine for you.
This is the darkness that harbors villains and gods and theives.
So send a boat, a scout, a sailor, a soldier,
a paddle, a barrel and a small ration of hope.
Dance, baby, dance!
Dance til you shake!
Dance, baby, dance!
Dance til you break!
Break on the coast, coast on the wind,
wind me around and around til I’m spinning.
A sail is a sheet, a sheet is a shroud,
a shroud is a cloud that hides all the guides in the sky.
I am lost now.
I am lost now.
I am lost.
This is the silence in which things grow.
This is the stillness in which love shivers and opens slow.
So cross the sea and dance with me.
So cross the sea to dance with me.
Dance, baby, dance!
Dance, baby, dance!
Dance til you shake!
Shake til you break!
Break on the coast of me.
I’ll break on the coast of you.
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Fireflower
03:32
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Who planted you?
Who planted you here?
Were you carried on the wind,
fliers dropping from above,
landing silently embedding
in my heart while I sleep.
Poison seeps into my veins,
tendrills feeding on the fear.
It grows taller by the day,
hate reaching up for the sun.
Who planted you?
Who planted you here?
Open the canopy, let the sun in.
It's a battle of wills.
It's a figure of speech.
But you hate to be wrong and you long to be loathed.
And you bathe in the glow of your flame,
the flame, the flame, the fame, the fireflower!
Fireflower, you're strangling me!
Follow the stem down and pull it out by the root.
Who planted you?
Who planted you here?
Poison sucks up in my veins,
tendrills feeding on the fear.
It grows taller by the day,
hate reaching up to the sky.
If I let it, it will come,
sweet and warm, the liquid sun.
Closing tight around my lungs, my hands, my mouth.
Fireflower, you're strangling me!
Follow the stem down and pull it out by the root.
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6. |
My Last Poem
02:56
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My Last Poem
By Manuel Bandeira
Translation by Elizabeth Bishop
I would like my last poem thus
That it be gentle saying the simplest and least intended things
That it be ardent like a tearless sob
That it have the beauty of almost scentless flowers
The purity of the flame in which the most limpid diamonds are consumed
The passion of suicides who kill themselves without explanation.
“My Last Poem” by Manuel Bandeira, translated by Elizabeth Bishop from POEMS by Elizabeth Bishop. Copyright © 2011 by The Alice H. Methfessel Trust. Publisher's Note and compilation copyright © 2011 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Used by arrangement with Farrar, Straus and Giroux. All rights reserved.
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7. |
Kill The King
03:04
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Tell me you need me.
Tell me you want me still.
Tell me we’re good, we’re good, we’re good...
Find the end of the string and pull.
Take my hand.
Let’s walk along and count the stars.
Let’s count the stars, pretend they’re ours
cuz baby, we’re all alone now.
We’re all alone together.
Kill the king and the queen
cuz they’re just anguished and mean.
It’s time to beat the drums.
Destroy the things we thought we loved the best,
cuz baby, it’s all sand and we are alone now.
We are alone.
We are together.
Come on, lover, tell me you need me.
Tell me you love me still.
Tell me you want me.
Let’s burn it all.
We’re good, we’re good, we’re good...
Let’s burn it all and start again.
Find the edge of the world and jump.
Close your eyes, feel your heavy body falling.
We are light again.
We’ll never land alone.
We’re not alone, together.
We’re good, we’re good, we’re good...
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8. |
Radial Life
03:22
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Go away.
Walk farther away.
Go. It’s OK.
I’m here in my hub.
Now my eyes drift farther apart.
I see defensively.
I am pray.
I’m praying.
Dress the part.
Look terribly smart.
It’s no good.
We’re paper dolls.
We fall when the wind blows.
Now we’re down.
Feel the cool of the ground.
Your fingers have eyes.
You are radial.
We are radial life.
Go away. Walk farther away.
It’s OK.
I am here.
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Carapace
04:04
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Twist a whisper
round until it burns.
Hush your mighty whimper.
Hold it til it hurts.
Carapace.
Bury your loneliness.
Engrave it in the sand.
The slow stream of love beneath the floor
carves against the grain.
Carapace
I dissolved myself in water
in a dream that hardened when I woke.
I choked on air as solid as a block of ice,
preserving for all time the way you curl round my arm,
the fight forgotten for a while.
Carapace
Twist a whisper,
follow where it leads.
Follow underneath.
Take it back.
Take me back.
All of the softness melts away,
Carapace.
The shell remains another day,
Carapace.
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10. |
Is Anybody Loving Me?
03:10
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Milk is white
Ice is hard
Ride a cow
Book a train
In the back
Close your eyes
Show your ears
Shut your mind
Is anybody in the yard?
On the roof?
In my bed?
In my hand?
Be a dog
Baby Doll
Laugh it up
Buttercup
Little feet
Pussy mice
Rabbit run
Turn around
Is anybody in the yard?
On the roof?
In my bed?
In my hand?
Is everybody loving me?
On the floor
Bleeding out
Lock the door
Penny wise
Monkey teeth
Orange fast
Rooster math
Horns are red
Window smash
Patient hell
Time will talk
Is anybody in the yard?
On the roof?
In my bed?
In my hand?
Is everybody loving me?
On the floor
Bleeding out
Lock the door
Grimy wolf
Pepper snack
Bancomat
Lollipop
Stitch you up
Bumblebee
Grocery
Property
Is anybody loving me?
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11. |
All We Have of You
04:43
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All We Have of You
We only know what we have heard.
The stories and the facts, absurd.
The line you drew around the earth,
All we have of you.
a box, a cup, a yard, a tree, a quilt, a ring, a cloth, a plate, a trunk, a date, a name, a house, a dog, a recipe, a box of letters, a photograph, a bell, a spoon, a stamp, a date, a name...
If I’m wrong, I’m sorry.
It’s the only way to see now.
If I’m wrong.
If I’m wrong, please forgive.
It keeps you part of me.
I don’t care if it’s lies.
Now you’re here.
The day you led the boys to win.
The box you packed when time ran out.
The dress you wore, your silver hair.
All we have of you.
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12. |
Leaning and Falling
03:35
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When did I forget I know how to fall?
Do you remember how we used to lean?
Lean on me now.
I brace myself against
the black and blue I know will come.
I hold my breath.
I hold my hope.
I hold my love away from you.
I hold myself upright and alone.
I used to be soft.
I'm brittle and stone.
I'd rather feel.
I'd rather fall.
I'd rather go go down
and break and break every bone.
When did I forget I know how to fall?
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13. |
Is Anybody Loving Me? V2
03:10
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