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Debutante
04:37
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Hold your head in your bed
I don’t think your yolk’s on
Debutante
old and young
Supper’s not so hard done
No, that is long gone
and he’s the one
whenever that's done
Grab your head from the bed
(Don’t you know I’m tacked on?)
Boiled egg
salamander hair
Encrusted bad lino
weed and feed the lawn
and pull the shit that’s dead out of the garden bed
You never make me mad
You'll never make me mad
This place is heaven bare
Tiny travel kits
a sort of mini me
Tags on so we can have more fun
Hold your head
in your bed
Debutante
old and young
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Hellbent
03:28
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i don’t like the passage of time but
at the same time it makes me proud that
i can change over time
and i wiped your blood
a million miles away from here
in an aboriginal land, does it make sense
to be PC? in a time when
nothing feels right
big news, big lies
does it make sense to be obsessed
with nothing else but a contest and ah
what’s the point of being kind to ah
people that are never kind to ya
i’m hellbent
i’m hellbent on you
i’m hellbent
oh it’s true
it’s no use
i once met a girl
or should i say
she once met me
she showed me her room
isn’t it good
Norwegian wood
i’m hellbent
i’m hellbent on you
i’m hellbent
it’s no use
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Little Sage
03:22
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it’s hot in here and i’m
deconstructing my peers
in a minute
i won’t take what you say in good faith
the cat sheds the hair
the blows down the stairs
scarcity despair
will make me take what you say but i can’t
take your bed and run
moth-balled and undone
in the setting sun
blame it on my age
like a little sage
wishing for my birthday again
it’s hot in here and now
it’s burned up
singed into dust
but i’ll stand up and be brave if i can
cause i’m cramped up and my place sucks
and you couldn’t drop me off soon enough till we’re
saved
i know that you are safe
little sage
i know that you’ll be saved
i know you’ll be saved
little sage
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Social Seagull
04:04
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tiny crown
fit for tiny mice
warped rectangular wire
over the bridge
you said you would drink me under the table
galvanised steel
is always ready to rust
circuitry is so limited in small spaces
i bear only good memories
an ode to you, friend
FaceTime me in the snow again
i’m sorry to be such a disappointment
but it’s over now
and i’m sorry
still just a social seagull
discursive one on one
i check in with no one
my recreational needs
who built this?
capital fact
but i’m over that
still just a social seagull
pardon me, i’m done
you’re built well, tightly spun
you are my number one
an ode to you, friend
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Grassland
05:26
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transmute me across time and space
to our exciting past
an itch to scratch
the veins won’t relax
a grassy knoll with moss we had
two marginals searching for land
i’m just looking for a place to call my grassland
Just looking to farm in grassland
And here the fog grew dense, enveloping the senses, but I remained undecided, at least now with peace and quiet, until some faithful day
I’m just looking for a place to call my grassland
Everyone just wants a place to call their grassland
A blown hole in the ground, shards ebbing outwards at the speed of sound, underground, underground. ’Run for cover’ I thought I heard myself scream and when I looked back, there was no one. I never saw him again, he was gone, forever. Mud plated on my nylon pants like an abstract painting, a uniform of survival. The dried up landscape buzzed with a deafening pitch. Debris, wind and grease. There is a chatter in my mind, robotic, unceasing, thinking he’s still alive, thinking he survived. But even if that was true, I know it wouldn’t be the same, this thing is bigger than me.
Just looking to farm in grassland
what kind of sage are you?
i’m a perennial blue
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