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(First Song)
01:37
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Ungrateful Child
04:03
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Standing underwater with a head full of fire
Dressed angry and dismal in a thousand dresses too small
But my mother's maiden name claimed to be a one -size-fits-all fix all
So I caught flame and burned away
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Now I'm running
Now I'm glancing through windows and doorways at illuminated dismay
Someday we'll wake up
Someday we'll break up the halos around us
Swearing stars surround us shouting "Finally, finally!"
Now we can see
Running to the end of days
Falling in between
Festive lights cling to our eyelids
We're putting salt in our tea
But finally, finally!
Now we can see
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Glitter
02:55
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A horseshoe around my neck
A lucky silver weight
A glitter in my spine
Please make me permanent!
Sun at noon on the longest day
Then shortening to the end
Summer light is skin deep
Solar flares cause heartache
I don't think fondly of you
A burden on my neck
A heavy silver weight
The years fall on my spine
It doesn't get easier
Sun at noon on the longest day
Then shortening to the end
Summer light is skin deep
Solar flares cause heartache
I don't think fondly of you
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Pink Houses
03:18
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Shouting "Fire!" from the kitchen
Running barefoot into walls
Breathing fingerprints of ashes and ignoring all your calls
A trick of wind and our dry skin caught flame
Why do the dogs return every night to this pink house with empty walls?
Wet from the rain/ a sick refrain catching in their throats
Join the angel choir of sirens
Join the singing in the street
Offer chorus to the ending of our carpet covered feet
A trick of wind and our dry skin caught flame
Why do the dogs return every night to this pink house with empty walls?
Wet from the rain/ a sick refrain catching in their throats
(Burning down the walls)
(Smoke filling their throats)
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(Interlude)
00:42
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Joanne
01:31
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Close the oven door Joanne
The calico is melting in the bedroom
Close the oven door Joanne
You can't remember what you've forgotten
Close the oven door Joanne
The calico is melting the the basement
Close the oven door Joanne
You can't remember what you've forgotten
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Once I was a daughter unlucky and full of scars
Now I make a good ghost with the sunlight on my skin
Picture the sharp objects in your mind then form them with your mouth and sing in tally marks
Are you afraid? Don't be afraid.
Once I was forgiven for all of a mother's sins
Then I had a child who only knew how to say when
Are you afraid? I am afraid.
Once I was a good ghost with see through and sun filled skin
Now I have a daughter with a paper cut toothed grin
Shaking through the years
Drawing pillow staining tears
Running towards the grave
On roads Joanne had paved
Good News!
We bit our tongues for you
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Saturn Exalted
04:06
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Saturn, return to me- I've waited ages patiently
Arranging days around the sun as I grow older
Iron gates remember rust
I'll pass the time collecting dust
Cut my losses/ attach my grief to calling strangers
Will the weeds grow back in time for me to mourn a lost July?
Play the hand you love the most despite the odds
Saturn, return to me- I haven't moved from this debris
With hearts resigned and fingers crossed
I'll see you again when the day breaks
Come back to me
Dandelions fill my eyes and see me through our last goodbyes
Telephones ring through my ears the operator cuts the lines
Nails found their way into my toes/ my joints/ my shaking bones
Thirty years is not enough to convince me you're coming home
Saturn swept me off my feet
In rage he set the house alight
Scared you out into a night that fire left hollow
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Oxford Spring '20
03:18
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Whispering long gone secrets through tin cans as we shelter in place Chewing on nails chain mail and lace
This new spring breathes cold air and the fevers fill our lungs
It's cicada season and it's such a relief
That our singing in the trees drowns out your winter voice this time
When we're free of the dead skin and frostbite that we lived in
When we hold curving lands flat between our open arms with the promise of:
Golden light lengthening
Honey skies baking blackbird pies
It's cicada season and it's such a relief that our singing in the trees drowns out your winter voice
It's cicada season and it's such a relief that a headstrong song in standard time can hold our gaze then glisten and subside
We learned to sing
Our fear is gone
Our wars are won until the next time
We're shining bright
We're holding tight until the cold comes
Ask again later
Better not tell you now
Shaking the eight ball
Fading from memory
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