1. |
skinsuit
04:04
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I took your skin
A lampshade begins
To dull my light
If not end my life
On rocks that glaciers moved
I tried to pull you down to me
But you made your own shoes and
With them you hung firmly
When will we
Ever get to see it through
When will I
Ever get to talk to you
When will we, oh
The clouds came when the sky shook
And from me the cold came in
it told me how back then I
lost my end where you begin
When we both stared as screens
As one being with four eyes
And I couldn’t be me
With your thoughts itemized
When will I
Ever get to see it through
When will we
drop all that we carry through
When will we, oh
You thought bugs were falling on you
On you from the trees
I wondered what i could’ve done
To put your mind at ease
You thought snakes were coming
for you from the seas
I wondered what I could have done
To put your mind at ease
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2. |
senses
03:48
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I wouldn’t mind not knowing you
If I didn’t know your eyes were shaped the way they are
But knowing that, they’re a warm blue
Makes it impossible
I wouldn’t mind not hearing you
If your gentle touch on strings wasn’t trapped inside my mind
And didn’t call to me, when my body ached
And my mind
And how will I know
I am safe
And how will I know
I am safe
I wouldn’t mind not talking with you
If i didn’t know how well you heard
All the things i say
But knowing that the grief bubbles and blooms
I wouldn’t mind not knowing you
If I didn’t know how much you cared for all life
And how you’d watch a rabbit chew
For hours, fine
And how will I know
I am safe
And how will I know
I am safe
How will i know
I am safe
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3. |
setting sun
03:28
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I wonder each time you ask
How you have forgotten
I wonder each time you ask
How you didnt read my mind
I wonder each time you ask
How you have forgotten
I wonder each time you ask
How you didnt read my mind
You are the setting sun
The backdoor of your mind
The growth is on heavy leaves
lost in precious time
The cantaloupe so close to fruit
But lost and carried by
I’m wondering if time will
Tell the sky
I am liable to cry when
I wrap myself around you
I am liable to die when
I fall asleep breathing next to you
I am liable to cry when
I wrap myself around you
I am liable to die when
I fall asleep breathing next to you
You feed me back to myself
You feed me back to myself
You feed me back to myself
You are the setting sun
The backdoor of your mind
That growths on heavy leaves lost in precious time
The cantaloupe so close to fruit
But lost and carried by
Im wondering if time will
Tell the sky
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4. |
optimized
03:38
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Twenty one
Made a fool of optimization
Volatile network of predictability
Off I wrote
What before i thought was good for me
In the dirt
Cuddled up with my uncertainty
All the nature, littered with one use masks
Every sign might say your name
Horses are bigger
Now that there are no more left in town
There’s parsley seasoning my grave
Dreamt last night
They were building condos on the moon
Those who can’t
Afford, are left behind
You called from the car
And you told me to look up at it
But you did not know that
The trees oh they were blocking it
All the nature, littered with one use masks
Every sign might say your name
Horses are bigger
Now that there are no more in town
parsley seasoning my grave
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5. |
interlude
01:18
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6. |
horrified heart
03:19
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7. |
the dream
03:01
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Last night I saw you on stage
This morning I let my pour over breathe
I won’t be driving there again
And we won’t sit riverside sipping coffee
There are some things that friendship’s just not
And I cannot call you at any hour now
I’m not waiting for you to get off work
I won’t know how it turns out
I’ll never be the one by your side still
I'll never see you and hear
How something is wrong or that something worked out
AndIi’m not a spaceship
But I’ve gotten away from my roots
And earth, way up from here
Looks soft like your arms
Last night I saw you on stage
Thought of the first time rushed on a Thursday
The photos you once took of me
The freedom anonymous in a new city
And I’m not a shadow
But I’ve lost myself without the sun
And I’m not the invention
That I once thought that I was
Last I saw you on stage
I remembered how seen I felt in your embrace
And I wished for the end of my days
I wished the end of my earthly memories
But I’m not of fate’s hand
And l’ll stay as long as I should
I’m not one of fate’s hands
And I’ll stay
Last night I saw you on stage
Thought of the first time in your embrace and I
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ambulatory memory
03:44
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Got off the phone with you
I don’t feel full
We talk and I lose something
What I’m not sure
Metal and greenery
Outside my window
I’ll keep writing songs for you
I’m in love with you
And I think you love me too
I think you love me too
I think you love me too
But I can’t be sure
Got on the train with you
In my imagination
Stepped on the streets of Berlin
Dollar beer by the station
Oh wait that’s a memory
Of someone elseI once loved
Ambulatory memory
Coming in from above
And I think she loved me too
But I’ll never be as sure as with you
I think she loved me too
But I can’t be sure
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Rachel Rosemarie Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Rachel Rosemarie is sending sonic signals and writing poems from the trees north of Philadelphia.
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