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Wire Wig
07:51
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Rider do you know where the spirit goes to die
Does is gently melt away or simply fade into the sky
Does it wither in fear frail and flawed
Rotting in the reeds forgotten by God
Rider do you see the tenderness in me is gone
An endless eulogy between you and me for so long
Is it a case of self-infliction or a game simply rigged
A useless bit of fiction in a wire wig
Come on
Get ready
I am not leaving
Without you again
Do your best not to fail avoid all eye contact
Choke me with your wedding veil and paint my body black
Feed me trust and compassion and all the things I lack
Teach me how to be behave and not overreact
Come on
Get ready
I am not leaving
Without you again
Rider do you know where the spirit goes to die
Does it forever roam alone in the space between you and I
Does it feel does it sleep does it weep does it ache
Forgive forget forbid forsake
What does it need what does it take
To breathe to bloom to bleed to break
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2. |
The Fun is Over
04:57
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The room is flooding
The air is turning vile
The fun is over
It has been for a while
My muscles are twitching
They’re slipping from my spine
Stitch me to the glory
And then rip me from the vine
I want to be the water in your hand
I want to be your body on the land
I want to be the words behind your tongue
God as a woman holds the still heart of the sun
Oh my precious doll, what have we done
Another day to swallow
Another night to taint
You look like an arrow
And you smell just like paint
Penetrate and puncture all the passing woes I’ve sung
Piss into the open wound of all the blows I’ve swung
I slung a rope around your throat where all the damage hung
Oh my vicious doll, what have we done
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3. |
Good Women
07:17
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As the kindness cracks
And the world’s all torn
We slit the throat of the gentle, soft and warm
And I don’t feel better and I don’t feel light
I feel I’m slipping back inside the unwell and unright
And I feel so bad
And I feel so cruel
I wish that I could hold you and tell you everything you do
Breathes life to this mess
Into this broken chest
I see you reading Rilke in your homemade dress
And I kind of wanna love you
And I kind of wanna know you
And I hate myself for knowing that I kinda wanna own you
I’ve been so unwell
Unhinged and unkind
I think myself straight to Hell
And I drink until I’m blind
But I do my best
For you I’ve done my worst
What vile brew will try and soothe this hardened hollow thirst
And I feel you all alone
Feel the water that you swim in
Feel you falling deep in love with some other dark haired woman
And you are so far
So far from Berlin
I wonder what you’d think about the ugly shape that I’m in
And you will be a mother
And you will be a dreamer
And when you leave they all would say
Yeah you really shoulda seen her
Yeah I thought that I would die
But I wish I could go back
When you held me as I had a sidewalk panic attack
I spewed out all my sick
Threw it straight at you
Spitting out my sorrow like some kind of poison glue
Now all I wanna do
Is undo this thread
Tell how beautiful you looked when you shaved your head
Once you were my lover
Then you were my friend
Now you are the only thing that time cannot bend
I love you and I love you and I love you all time
You taught me how to bleed out and how to be kind
I know I can go on and on about how hard things can be
And perhaps it would be easier if you were here with me
But that is not the way things go
No not the way they swing
I sing your ghost into my song
And rub it on the sting
Good women
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4. |
Six Drones for Lucy
04:05
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Wombed Berlin, Germany
Wombed is the solo project of Cape Town-born, Berlin-based musician, André Leo.
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