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Marilyn
04:10
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Do you love it when my hips sway,
Do you love it when I let you win?
Do you love it when my lips say
That they want you and invite you in?
I could be your notebook today
You could draw on my white page
I could be your chalk-less slate
You could illustrate your headspace -
But this is not a safe space
This is not the space to dive right in.
This is not the kind of safe space
That I could tell you what a mess I'm in.
'Cause I could be all charming today
Charisma on my best face
And I could be all happy today
Give the dolls eye their best glaze
But this isn't me -
This isn't me!
I am balanced out by my mediocrity
But you read me on the front page
And you disregard the other pages.
This isn't me -
This half of me -
I am made of more if you really want to see
But you draw me in your own way
And all you can see is ink and painting.
Would you love me on a Sunday?
Make up off of my bare skin
Would you love me on a bad day?
Would you love me every state I'm in
'Cause I am not performing today
No it's not that kind of day
And I will likely had me away
Where I can't be your Marilyn.
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Sanctuary
03:24
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Here I welcome you to my Sanctuary.
The only issue’s that I cannot leave.
I have safety nets for my dragonflies
(When they fall easier to categorise)
And my nightingales, well, they guard the door
In case I forget to sing what with you being here.
Being here in the house I made
But not being there to hear the sounds of your own motorcades
But didn’t we give up our time?
As I beckon you through the fallen leaves
I am spun up and sewn in my tapestries
And unravelling as you step inside
I will watch from the walls with my woven eyes.
Believing the threads you have left
Perhaps they can sit in a jar on my shelf
Because you being here is much more for me
Than it is for you.
But didn’t we give up our time?
Maybe one day we’ll…
Maybe one day we will...
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I don’t want your beating heart
pressing up against me
Let me sweat it out.
I don’t want to feel your love
Trembling against my closed door.
I don’t want to yield myself up to
Anything or
Anyone
Anyhow
I don’t want to feel your love
Interferes with my itinerary
But ohhwhwww
You see something changing in me don’t you...
And every time you see my face flush
My body’s warm
but in my head I’m peaceful.
And every time you see this haze
I am ignorant
And unaware
And blissful.
And every time I’m at your place
We are friend to friend
And all in all
We’re equal
But I don’t want your beating heart
That’s a higher cliff from which we both could fall
But osjeneienfnglwkw
You see something changing in me don’t you...
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4. |
Icarus
03:26
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They told me to dream big
So I dreamt of the sun
And its gravitational pull
its gravitational pull
And all the life it breathes into everything
And its gravitational pull
How can I ensure when I am fully grown
That the Milky Way will make room
So that I can ever-glow?
How can I be centre of this universe
(I know I know)
How can I be anything but disappointed?
(I can't match up, I can't match up, to any of my own...)
And now it's reached the stage
Where I am jealous of birds
and their levitational art
and their levitational art
And how their lightest hearts
Can help them reach the stars
and their levitational artistry
How can I ensure when I am dead and gone
That my legacy endures
My reputation twinkles on?
How, when I explode, can I shoot eight million eons?
Then how can I get further still?
(and yeah, I think I was about 16 when I learnt about the greeks and mythology and how they could talk mostly deeply about what it means to be a human being... and I learnt about Icarus and all of those events before his fall.... and I wondered... and I kept wondering.... and I kept wondering... how he must've felt in those few minutes just before he melted... to be the highest one... to be the highest one... to be the closest one...)
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Hood&wolf
04:38
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Shhh I can hear you
It’s just what I feared, you
Are open but full
I am empty but fool
And you
Are planting this tree
Seed by seed
Growing small to big wildly
And foolish me follows you
And it forests me
When I follow you
Oh it covers me
And I have good intentions with you
I have excellent intentions with you
Which I carry round with me
Whether I wanted to or did not want to
Shh can we stop
For a moment and clock
All our hours of wanting
And wishing
And wasting this
And turn back around to be front facing
Towards and
Touching and
Reaching out
Reaching in
And you’ll woman me
And I’ll hero you
And you’ll woman me
And I have good intentions with you
I have excellent intentions with you
Which I carry round with me
Whether I wanted to or did not want to
Shh I can hear we are creeping at snail’s pace
But my heart is running
And tripping up
Needlessly
and my head is tugging its lead
Trying terribly in vain to reign it back in
But you look at me
And I look at you
And you look at me
And I have good intentions with you
I have excellent intentions with you
Which I carry round with me
Whether I wanted to or did not want to
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Faultress London, UK
FAULTRESS /fɒltrəs/ n. a female criminal (1838)
Electronic alt-folk
NOCTURNES OUT OCTOBER 1ST 2021
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