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Vespers
03:25
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All that glitters remains forever
Now go be unafraid to make it last
For all the days I saved to dry
For all the days I prayed to flower
Vespers over, now descend from that tower
I’m saying - are you her?
Are you keen to be arrogant, but genuine?
Claim that look, match that speed, take that room
In all the lights it’s you, you, you
In all the lights it’s you, you, you
In all the lights -
It’s you alone, vespers over
Now put me on that higher power
I’m asking - are you her?
Are you free enough to be a bitch, but graciously?
Call that car, no RSVP, work that crowd, enter the light
It’s all the days I carved in crimson streaks
It’s all the days I starved for the dramaturgy
Alright, vespers over, amen
Now give thanks to theatre
Whom I beseech religiously
Are you her?
Cause God gave me poise enough for the sharing
Claim that look, match that speed, take that room
In all the lights it’s you, you, you
In all the lights it’s you, you, you
In all the lights it’s you, you, you
In all the lights it’s you, you, you
In all the lights -
It’s all the days I saved to dry
It’s all the days I wait to flower
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Cinderella
04:34
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Astonishing,
Utterly divine,
Exhilarating,
Preciously sublime…
The way you speak it makes me want to cry
Velvet jacket lined with satin resting on your thigh
As for my overtures,
And my painted-on, two-dimensional scenery,
And my taste for vaudevillian delivery
The way you turn your chest on me
I’m embarrassed to be clever when you’re honest
You make me want to be ready
I feel different now than I did before
I can see how my power
Only was my fear of betrayal
In your eyes I am naked
Screaming like a tornado in the dark
I can see us laying face to face
As St. Helens is underneath the stars
And I notice you are gentle
By the way your posture is so elegant
And I notice you are noble, you are kind
Or at least entertained by your time sitting here with me
Okay I’ll share this -
When I was five I remember clearly
My want to have a Cinderella birthday party
And when the moment came and I changed my mind
I was quiet, alone, and devastated
You make me want to be ready
I feel different now than I did before
I can see how my power
Only was my fear of betrayal
In your eyes I am naked
Screaming like a tornado in the dark
I can see us laying face to face
As St. Helens is underneath the stars
Just know I’ve cleared the way
Just know I won’t leave as I came
Just know I’ll keep the mirror you gave
Just know I won’t leave as I came
I won’t leave as I came
I won’t leave as I came
You make me want to be ready
I feel different now than I did before
I can see how my power
Only was my fear of betrayal
In your eyes I am naked
Screaming like a tornado in the dark
I can see us laying face to face
As St. Helens is underneath the stars
Just know I’ve cleared the way
Just know I won’t leave as I came
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Poppy
03:37
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Ride that wake all the way, a scream in my throat
Ride that wake all the way, my mother’s voice
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
Endless dreaming, endless ecstasy
For all I’ve caused - the dogs begin to circle me
Their teeth, their jaws, my body in its vividness
As flesh is made in marble
As marble captures softness
As softness holds a violence
Within a pure expression
Glimpses now of snowy beaches, winters borne in Delaware Glimpses now of driving, counting bridges to see that again
Ride that wake all the way, a scream in my throat
Ride that wake all the way, my mother’s voice
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
Endless dreaming, endless ecstasy
For all I’ve caused a brutal end is apropos
I’ve made my art to suffer for the spectacle
As flesh is made in marble
As marble captures softness
As softness holds a violence
Within a pure expression
Glimpses of when I’d walk so far I’d get home with my heels bleeding
Glimpses of the trees that marked my seasons all I’ve since outlived
I still see the place
I once knew as 537-5218
Ride that wake all the way, a scream in my throat
Ride that wake all the way, my mother’s voice
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
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Diva
04:16
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Just got back from overseas
Spent a lot of time there lately
Went out last night my voice is raspy
Had lots of unfamiliar candy
Yeah, I met a guy in Copenhagen
He was gay, but had a girlfriend
I met a guy in Amsterdam
Closed the bar down, and then I kissed him
No home to take you home to
I live alone with my material
Will you watch my shit while I settle?
If we migrate you can get the next one
I’ll be back in a sec, but I’m grateful
It was worth it skipping rehearsal
I’m such a fucking bitch
Girl, you don’t even know
Just imagine me absolutely soaked
Dripping head to toe in Prada Sport
Yeah, you could call me a small business owner
Living in America, while trapped in the body of an operatic diva
Hmm, I’m such a soprano
No home to take you home to
I live alone with my material
Will you watch my shit while I settle?
If we migrate you can get the next one
I’ll be back in a sec, but I’m grateful
It was worth it skipping rehearsal
But you look like a perfect source
I’m looking for something more
But you look like a perfect source
I’m looking for something more
A home to take you home to, you know
A home to take you home to, you know
A home to take you home to, you know
A home to take you home to…
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5. |
Headlights
01:33
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Growing up I had a friend, I haven’t seen her in a while
When we were in middle school I’d walk from mine to hers on snow days, and
Sometimes we’d ride sleds together in the street, getting pulled behind a truck
We also carpooled a lot, and shared a seat on the bus, and in 8th grade she was the first person I came out to I trusted her, but not enough to tell her how my first crush was actually on another friend of hers
I don’t remember where she introduced us
But I felt like becoming friends with him as a friend of his friend
Was too impossible a distance to close without her finding out
I started going to her house more, increasingly so just to wait there in case he showed up
Her family would throw parties often at the holidays
And I would go there wondering if I’d see him again whether it was at Christmas or at New Year’s
There would be years he was absent but I’d still spend those nights
Hoping his headlights would turn into the driveway
Over time I started hating him, or I started hating myself
But I hated most how I’d pray each night
Asking God to make him see me in all the ways I couldn’t
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Acid Rain
05:24
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Another hummingbird departs
Another lingers in the yard
Envy how they dive so effortlessly
Envy how they revel in their weightlessness
I’ve recognized the beauty in fragility, it’s true
But I feel like a stranger to it now suddenly
I don’t wanna leave this garden alone
While they come and go I hover
Still enough to paint me with them
And if I can be more plainspoken
Your voice is with me, I’m reminded
I sing in part because you often
Told me that you liked to listen
Another bowl of nectar laid
Another glass of lemonade
I watch them both evaporate into the summer heat
I don’t wanna leave this garden alone
While they come and go I hover
I don’t wanna reach an end to the call
So I’ll leave the phone on the table
Stand there as the dial tone runs
And if I can be more plainspoken
Your voice is with me, I’m reminded
I sing in part because you often
Told me that you liked to listen
And I believe you
And I’ll believe in you
And I believe you
And I’ll believe in you
And if I can be more plainspoken
Your voice is with me, I’m reminded
I sing in part because you often
Told me that you liked to listen
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7. |
Departures
04:31
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(Be embodied, yeah)
Where are those promises in me
Seeing I’ve become transparent
I saw him on the platform
Waiting at DeKalb
He stood there casually radiant
I was basking by the wall
Can I be the one to be embodied?
Be embodied
Well, any who…
Be embodied, be embodied
Well, any who…
Like “sirocco”, or “petrichor”
All I want is to be beautiful
Like “balustrade”, or “parasol”
Work me into something beautiful
I zip into my platforms
I slide into my skirt
Pull the straps around my shoulders
Pull the rouge out of my purse
Can I be the one to be embodied?
Be embodied,
Well, any who…
Be embodied, be embodied
Well, any who…
Like “silhouette”, or “vagabond”
All I want is to be beautiful
Like “matinee”, or “seraglio”
All I want is to be beautiful
Am I seeking to be held
So I don’t have to hold myself?
I step onto the platform
Let me be your girl
I step onto the the platform
Let me show you how
Can I be the one to -
Let me be your girl
Can I be the one to be embodied?
Be embodied
Well, any who…
Be embodied, be embodied
Well, any who…
Let me be your girl…
Be embodied…
Embody me, Osiris
Embody me, Persephone
Embody me, Magdalene
Embody me, Jesus
Embody me, Delaware
Embody me, Demi
Embody me, Erin
Embody me, Alexis
Embody me, Arvo
Embody me, Tofy
Embody me
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8. |
Audience
02:55
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There is no audience
Only light on in my room is red
I’m reflected vaguely in my window and
Clear enough to let me monitor it
So show me how you would collapse
So show me how you would flirt
So show me how you would stand in the center and
There is no audience
For what I have just conjured here
Swollen eyes scanning the mezzanine
Gesturing thanks to the orchestra
I don’t care who’s out there, no
I remember I was told
Never be complacent
There’s angels watching over all
And they’ll send me straight to the hoosegow
For a lackluster performance
There is no audience
I return to starting position
Play a song with a long introduction
In the wings waiting with anticipation
I don’t care who’s out there, no
I remember I was told
Never be complacent
There’s angels watching over all
And they’ll send me straight to the hoosegow
For a lackluster performance
Intimacy in private
Is what makes me consistent
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect
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9. |
Ring Road
02:03
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Ride the ring road
Riding the ring road
Somedays I just wanna let the car spin
Somedays I just wanna let myself go
Times of happy forget pain
Times of pain forget happy
Times of happy forget pain
Times of pain forget happy
Ride the ring road
Ride the ring road
Another lap on the road
Times of pain forget happy
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Doves
04:11
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Doves, enter doves
Go, flood the aisles
With wings like water in the light
Shake oceans from the painted glass
Spear these doubts
Of your arrival
I pirouette, I pose, I bow
For candles I lit for myself
I arch my back, I spread my arms
I make a rapture out of
Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
Doves, enter doves
Swarm, floor to bells
Bring down the sun in your mouths
Melt the angels
I drag my nails on blackened stone
I scratch my name in crooked rows
Trade sweat for wax and tears for smoke
I make a rapture out of
Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
Doves…
Doves…
Doves…
Doves…
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Baton
04:14
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I’ve said “there’s nothing to write”, which I regret is dishonest
I’ve said “I’m waiting to live through something meaningful”
While I still can avoid exposing what I’ve experienced
You’ve always seen the geyser in me as a fountain
When you recall things I’ve forgotten
It can feel strange knowing I’ve been a person
Like you are to me, sister
Times lost in the attic
While you sat at the counter
Times I’d have my head on my window
While you stood outside my door
It’s not that it escapes me now how we’d crawl and we’d laugh on the carpet
It’s not that it escapes me now how we’d bike after school to the water
It’s only that it’s different now as our changes occur from a distance
It’s only that I’m grateful more now to say we have shared life the longest
Carnage, miracles, hysterics
You’ve been the narrator
Triumphs, follies, punchlines
You’ve been the narrator
When you recall things I’ve forgotten
It can feel strange knowing I’ve been a person
Like you are to me, sister
Like you are to me, sister
Like you are to me, sister
Like you are to me, sister
Like you are to me, sister
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