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Spider
04:27
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Outside my window, a spider ricochets in the wind and as she swings, she spins, and as she spins she sings. The strings she spins are strings of a harp, playing a cueca, a tarantella in F sharp.
You are once more a family man in the family home, back in bed with her like honey in honeycomb. Just to appease the children - is that right? But would it be so hard for her to seduce you in the night? She could lay a soft warm arm about the hulk of your shoulder, climb your mountain range as you slumber. Would you realise it's her skin on your skin as you dream of me entwirled amid your limbs?
You and her ricochet in the wind and as you swing, she spins, and as she spins she sings. The strings she spins are the strings of a harp, playing a cueca, a tarantella in F sharp.
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Lepidolite
01:36
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I look at it and I see proof that someone saw me. Brought back to life by a string of lavender lepidolite, light as a hollow bone, bringing me to a home I thought I'd never see. How was it so easy?
If tiny lilac beads could bring me so much peace, maybe I could start talking to god after all, instead of the house plants and the walls.
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If I Were Pregnant
02:43
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If I were pregnant with the beginnings of your son inside of me, the son you've been praying for, would you talk to me? If the honeycap had slipped, would you talk to me then? If I'd got my timings wrong, would you talk to me again?
I don't understand why unless you think you might have a son harbouring himself in ruby velvet within a different woman. Did she beat me to it? This woman who sleeps under your roof and between your sheets but no longer beside you?
If I were pregnant, would you treat me so? I am a day late, but once I let it go, I will release the cells that you left within me and like moonlight on bones, I will bleach away your memory.
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I light a fire with my souvenirs. I light a fire with all these symbols: the paper, the photos, the tickets. I'm speaking to you in smoke signals. I made love to a mountain. I let him enter me. I made love to a volcano. He quaked within me. I am shaken and shaking over the embers of my souvenirs, still feeling full of the mountain in another hemisphere. The mountain is still within me, shaking in symmetry. And when I remember this, I am no longer sad: it on the other side of the earth and I made small by its mass.
I have not lost the man. The man was also the mountain. I have not lost the lover. The lover was also the mountain. The mountain is still within me, shaking in symmetry.
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Becky Becky
literary-inspired electro-synth-pop-ecletic-lo-fi-diy duo gemma l williams & peter j d mason
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