1. |
Back In Town
02:38
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I want to show you my body
I want you to like it
I want you to jam different things inside it
Start with your fingers
Then suppose
That you fit in your body;
Insatiable
She is stacked
She is cracked
She is back in town
She’s dressed in black
She’s on the attack
She is back in town
Beauty’s a virtue
You’ve got potential
For seeing past my enlarged skeletal,
Membranous tissue,
And silken folds
I’ll show you mine if you show me those
The last few times
That you were here
We were ships in the night
Tied to the pier
You adorn the ears
That i balladeer
I’ve been waiting for you here
For a calendar year
A new frontier
Could surely appear
If you’d stop acting so cavalier
Come over here
And make it clear
That we’re both too queer
And insincere
But the light upon your skins still like a Vermeer
And you’re back in town
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2. |
Lipstick
03:12
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It’s not a crime
To fill your insides
With a girl or guy
At the roll of a dice
Try as I might
I can’t quite bite
Luddite slight
On an elegant night
Charisma drips
From the sight of it
Being freshly applied
To the arch of your lips
I burn and itch
As you eclipse
A simulation with your lipstick
I’m trying to live my life
In the way that I’d like
But you can only abide
“Your Card’s been declined”
So many times
Heave and sigh
The sweet delight of
My birthright
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3. |
The Last Time
03:09
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I’m stuck in the hall
Fielding it all
Staring at the shadows through a crack in the door
I'm thinking more
At thirty four
If there’s a simpler meaning to this life at all;
“Have a ball
Despite it all,
Don’t spend time worrying.”
The crest of a wave at high tide
The space between and behind
The one before and the next line
Taste the brine and then subside
The crest of a wave at high tide
The space between and behind
The one before and the next line
Until you find it’s the last time
Last time
Last time
The week before
You gave me what for
For treating cynicism
Like a banner I wore
So life’s a bore
Just have some more
Better that than nothing
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4. |
Her Piercéd Darkness
01:11
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5. |
Grief Filled Avenues
04:29
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Your brisk walk, stalactites
From my chest that night.
Embossing, taking flight,
Escaping from past lives
Drops of green in white
Gazing into mine,
Lacking foresight,
Half as long, twice as bright
There’s so many ghosts and so many hosts,
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues,
Streets and rendezvous
There’s so many ghosts and so many hosts,
So many lows, so many blows
In Grief filled avenues,
Ghosts of me and you
I see you, in passers by,
Defences fortified,
Glimmers in the eye,
Timbres in voices sly
Locales from that time
Leave traces on my mind
Phantoms, paradigms,
Thoughtforms, bells that chime
There’s a sense of something that I lack,
But I wouldn’t want to go back
There’s a sense of something that I lack,
But I can’t help but hope that
It passes right?
Doubtful but it might
Can barely look in your eyes
Without going blind
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6. |
Venus Of Brunswick East
04:24
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Plan, survey
And rue the day
I stay away
From Jean Genet
We move and sway
Beyond passe
Foreplay the valet
Along the highway
My baby drives an SUV
She rides around me
She’s Venus of
Brunswick east
In the front seat
We betray
A vast array
Of roles to play
And words to say
Don’t delay
Or downplay
When you’re set in your ways
Turn at the interstate
Take a ride on the passenger side
To die by your side
On the passenger side
Green eyes
Green eyes
My Baby drives
My baby drives
Me away
From yesterday’s
General Malaise
A Needle in the hay
The windows down
And a cool breeze
Rolls around me
Inhaling trees
Noble steeds
And honey mead
With venus of
Brunswick east
In the front seat
She’s Venus of
Brunswick east
In the front seat
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7. |
Doctor Glas
03:39
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Last night got quite dark
Caressed my body parts
I spend all my time on art
But only on the worst parts
It’s not a dark night of the soul if that’s all you’ve known
It’s not an anomaly if we’re all alone
(Something feels broken)
Ran into a friend from afar
He used to to kiss my arm
Reminded him of some sweetheart
Now lives in parks and smokes glass
They see it coming from a mile away
I’m leaking
I’m leaking
They see it coming from a mile away
I’m leaking
It’s plain to see I’m leaking
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8. |
Song To The Siren
04:11
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Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang:
"Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you"
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
For you sing:
"Touch me not
Touch me not
Come back tomorrow
O my heart
O my heart
Shies from the sorrow"
I am puzzled as the oyster
I am riddled as the tide:
Should I stand amid your breakers?
Should I lie with death, my bride?
Hear me sing:
"Swim to me
Swim to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you"
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Maxine Gillon Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne-based artist Maxine Gillon has made a name for herself through her accomplished songwriting, intricate guitar work, and lush production arrangements. Her sound draws from 80’s Australiana, folk rock, western twang, and dream pop, creating an inimitable blend that’s all her own. ... more
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