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we wed behind the old house, offered our skin
removed it from our branches, and let it be curtains
and i asked him where he put the bones;
and i asked her where she put the bones
―they fed them to the horses!
we shivered and kissed our linen loud
and held the holy spirit in our mouths
and my beard did break when it found his face
and my beard did break when it found her face
but there's still one light in one house, far in fields from the city
one light is a forest fire left running in the pantry
one light is a campfire in the living room for reptiles
(who promise they'll get new skin, between the wars, at nightfall)
wild dogs: can i confess, i never wanted this marriage!
coming home to wife and kids and failed science experiments!
tear down all the laundry lines! get the sickness out of me!
…and we danced to "cecilia," like i did with my mother
stomping loud, we filled the kitchen up with each other
we shaved our heads clean and left off the lighthouse
kept clothes for ransom while he pulled the lakes out
& he confessed a gravedigger shared with him his bed
(i got up to wash my face
when i come back to bed
someone’s taken my place)
& i pulled the telephones right out of his head
he quit his job, pulled his teeth, & moved down to the harbour
he stole all my money to pay for the lawyers
now he's a whalekiller in the wasteland for hire
he can only get it up when you set him on fire
i was lost between her mouth and my mouth and a to z
we sinned together, or at least that’s what she said
and now my bashed head can't sew his blood on my back
we are broke for bricks and the house is quiet
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Bluffs - pink
01:20
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we dematerialize
drag our way through
stress about all the words
we cannot undo
hide under the pink
in an otherwise grey room
til finally the time comes
the flowers are in bloom
i say sister
do what you have to do
take your time
i don't mind
i can wait for you
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i have made too much room in me
i have
too much
and it's all filling up
with this road in my mouth
how do i spit it out
he keeps foxes in the freezer
& (((faggots fuck forever)))
slamming the door shut
just placing the blame on
the part of me that's fucked too much to say
"til death do us part"
what if we could name ourselves
and speak about
being in this stasis
kissing and contagious
stop waiting for the sun to rise and finally
feel safe at night
i want to suck the gold good
& knock on wood
open this door and share this bed
every bad dream in my head --
i want to spit this road out
and build a whole new house
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let the stove get hot: we need heat
to harm all the house with our teeth
because i can't make dinner properly
you are a girl with a cock? i am a boy who can't talk?
warm the analphabet soup to grind all the milk out of you
we share the kitchen table and vomit the newspaper
back & forth
but can i talk to you?
i'd like a word with you!
(let's invent a whole new language)
divorce lawyers i shaved my head; she shaved her head
―we are new
standing near the window, she pulls her pants down a little
and says: "do you see where i used to be a boy?"
i say: "i've had it in my mouth
i swallowed the evidence down, and
the children we wanted around
have stayed in my stomach to drown"
she panics and says:
"this is all i have in my hands—
i want to forget who i am
i want to fuck and forget who i am"
and so we swallow faucets and spit hot water between our lips
like: what would we say instead?
and we gather our hair like bark from backyards where
we force the fire to spread with sawdust carved from our heads
where did you put my autobiography?
where did you put all the wood for the winter?
where did you thrust all the oil we kept up?
and how do we get warm?
how do we stay warm?
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it does not get better. it just gets heavier.
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Debutante - static
03:01
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i swallowed barb-wire
i couldn't speak
you were blasted and then some
my head: some static, you see
every time i think of you i think of drinking gasoline
every time i think of you i think of how to get even
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you fuck like a racehorse! it's your wedding day, say: yes
you want to be pollinated, frays of friction far too sacred
we survive between our hunger, dig our heads into the water
memorize your casket your mother patterns
the space between your legs
i grab what's good of you
you pluck fruit from my endless head
re-arrange them to make your salt sweat
bite snakes down for better shelter
fridge your orgasm make it colder
we put our blood in bags we don't want water &
you hold me close inside the slaughter
you look so much better without that shit in your hair
i mean: saddles if you need them, but i could ride you bare
you can swallow shotguns if you want to
there are bullets in your paintings, if you want them
there are hooks to hang your kill
there are floodboards rising upwards
fields our fathers fled from, and bedrooms we don't dare go to
i would like a word with you!
you can swallow shotguns if you want to
and you can shed the lions from your songs
take the blankets off! show me under your clothes
the tattoos you don't have but believe me:
your body knows!
you can swallow shotguns if you want to
it's your wedding day, say: yes
say: aprons or rifles, anarchist?
sleep in the slaughterhouses?
quilts quiet made from our spit?
i am letting
all
you
horses
go
(you are better wild my arms are coming out)
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8. |
Kowareta - avalanches
02:23
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if snow is flesh in gardens: we don't have mouths to talk about it
between avalanches: we can find our language
between fire blankets: we can speak our language
but if snow is like skin then it pulls away so easy, dragged from the body
what if all stripped wood is branches and all frozen lakes are water?
then our bodies will be avalanches
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i get a late night call. she cries into the speaker. she says, “if i can't make myself a home here,
i guess i don't belong anywhere! am i still a stranger getting on and off trains?
will anyone ever know my name? will i find my place? i feel like something in me will never be good
and i can't shake it.”
the map gets larger
as you get older, and there's a pin here! here! and there! there! where are we going?
should we keep roaming? there must be ways to find comfort in the question mark, in the no answer, in the constant dark, so why do we still want to fit
when the world just just just just just just rejects us?
well, i'll always be (t)here to answer your call.
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Drunk With Love Records was a collective that existed from 2014-2021. It was a place for our music to exist, but now we have
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