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Twilight of the Goddess
03:32
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it's the end of all I've known
I have gone where snow has come
and I wanna sleep
it's a dark head where shadows creep
when we look to a different town
eyes stare out from all around
and we learn to smile
I can break free for a little while
she used to wear lilies on her skin
and I locked all the windows so she couldn't get in
and I stood on the street
singing please help these bleeding feet
once in a store I saw my soul
it was lying there in a teakwood bowl
and by the Grace of god
the passersby all gave it a nod
in the hour of frozen lips
you can see the water and all the ships
sailing out to see
what I've broken, oh yes, it's me
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One, Two, She's Blue
04:09
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and she whispers, three times, quietly, like saints
I turn from her face, I turn through the lace,
I turn just in case
she's changed her mind
my eyes like pennies, my sun-blessed fingertips
my heart is beating, beating, beating, beating
inside my lips
one, two, she's blue
she remembers turning her head back and forth with ease
she shook up her mind
they were all of a kind
trying so hard to find
inside faith without regret
a song for everyone, a word of commonality
in moments like these these knocking knees
wish you'd stayed behind
one, two, she's blue
sunday, she was proud
she widened her eyes, she found a surprise
she learned how to try
with a fist full of words
five alive, not so many survived
five alive, he didn't survive
under this skin, light-time for a cry
under this skin, light-time for a cry
she was all that I forgot
to write on my skin, to hold under my chin
to let loose and grin
with arms wide across the sky
sometimes the end of that song feels like the end
of the world, and spinning, spinning, never winning
she cried in our names
one, two, she's blue
her arms nothing
she was the only breath awake
she was under the wall and trying to crawl
the smallest, after all
should be expected to scream
they said she was lucky,
but like a real martyr
I don't think she ever believed
that cradle song
one, two, she's blue
and she whispers, three times, quietly like saints
I turned from her face, I turned through the lace,
I turned just in case
she'd changed her mind
my eyes like pennies, my sun-blessed fingertips
my heart was beating inside my lips
one, two, she's blue
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she is not coming back, not ever,
not after today
oh, couldn't you see (so easy)
I swallowed your black minutes (so easy)
this cycle just perpetuates its own
exponential growth, so she's gonna say no,
leave me alone
so scared, so scared, so scared, so scared
oh, couldn't you see (so easy)
I swallowed our black minutes (so easy)
so scared, so scared, so scared, so scared
wake up feet, and remind me not to close my eyes
heavy-lidded and so close to feline
oh, couldn't you see (so easy)
I swallowed our black minutes (so easy)
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Nights
02:56
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I'm not who my photographs may claim me to be
the nightmares and the angel ones
they lie about me
caught under an accident the wicked steal my poetry
they wave it through the lightning till there's
nothing left to breathe
the nights in empty star-eyed dreams
I slide through the window
these are not my own dreams
the nights reveal an undertow
simple inside broken skin I've lain upon the floor boards
and I watched as they became my self
and I begged them for more
we run time through a pocket watch, set low in the grass
I can see your eyes through the looking glass
the nights in empty star-eyed dreams
I slide through the window
these are not my own dreams
the nights reveal an undertow
bring me down to cherish you in full light of the sun
dancing through the water like a baby blessed one
when I tell you you'll start to laugh
at this graveyard's favorite epitaph
the nights in empty star-eyed dreams
I slide through the window
these are not my own dreams
I'm pulled down with the undertow
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The Favourite
02:54
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well the sunday river sticker's on my chest
and I'll be a dragonfly in the morning
got a lot of sunshine and we've swallowed rain
and I'll see you at daybreak again
with my light on the floor and my love at the door
I should be sleeping
lucy's my palest baby, yes
moving down through the vee, and it's just as well
these hours are a catalyst in my fist
as she moves through the room I can smell her perfume
I was always drawn in by her wrists
and I don't write letters cause I'm trying to forget her
what a sordid twist
lucy's my palest baby, yes
the nights are getting colder, I can feel it from my bed
"I've got to go" is all she said
with all my might I waved her into flight
letting go of my curls on her head
I turned down the small, bright illuminated hall
my eyelids dead
lucy's my palest baby, yes
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Suzanne*
03:20
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Consumption
01:14
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Autumn
03:32
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depraved and deprived go hand in hand
reeling down the aisle to stand
(dreaming of soul ties and guns)
near the flowers smell
so sweet all I can tell
(dreaming of soul ties and guns)
is that ankles were broken
when thick heels snapped; by the same token
(please don't become everyone)
I've never been partial to
buckles that freeze like they do
(we only decided to run)
in the jagged sleet. Flying can only take
you so far before everyone shakes
(your soul and mine were not done)
with envy and everything brackish turns brass
brass brass; lying dead where you were caught by the grass
(dreaming of nights in the sun)
(we used t have so much fun)
(dreaming of stickers and
dreaming of soul ties and guns)
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In Here as Much to Feel
03:58
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well, now it's 3:20 and I don't have a better heart
I am wrong
in this room, I close my eyes for you
ladies, look look look
at the moon on the river
and the bugs splattered on
the windows like stars
oh.
I can't be a woman without bleeding
so come on, come on and tell me I'm everything
sweet ophelia oblivion
if I could have wings upon my back
I mustn't sleep, I mustn't, I mustn't sleep
sleep
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Late 78
04:23
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here: the trees, the stars, and my house keys
stay with me tonight, mmm my boy,
stay, the light out, tonight
stay, don't close your eyes this night
I was only sleeping in dusty freight cars
and I, I was only dreaming of movie stars
you never went to sleep last night
I turned around, I woke up rheumatic last night
my hands on your back
the air was alive, my Mary was bright
even the girls with golden eyes
they all know how to tell a thousand lies
can't you learn not to leave, the moon is
getting smaller, who taught you how to leave?
my boy in submission,
what kind of shadows do you leave?
I am a girl in black and berets
another ex-patriot who knows her cliches
and I'm sure, I'm sure
I've always been sleeping
sleeping, oh sleeping for you
the dawn's already breaking
you were the veil on my eyes, dreaming awaking
dizzy and quilted with lies
the silver on my lips washed off
on you last night
here: your teeth, they're all like little graves
swallowed whole by the night
the moon all around you, rock me hard
through the night, and the taste of your skin
holds me holding you tight
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Annika Bentley Rochester, New York
Singer-songwriter & composer from Rochester, NY
Photo by Keith Parkins
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