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I felt it all thoroughly.
Tracing softly lines of memory,
winding moments back
for all I need.
I still feel it all so thoroughly,
when we decided leaving made us free.
Or when I lost the light of company.
I still feel it all so thoroughly.
When we decided leaving made us free.
Or when I lost the light of company.
Has it done to you what it's done to me?
Like a stumbling warmth
to hold us closer
like your finger to their glove,
how we collided moaning lightly;
roll of thunder,
howl of love.
Roll of thunder,
howl of love.
Roll of thunder,
howl of love.
Howl of love.
(Invocation to Claudia Quinta)
Howl of love.
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I've come undone,
in a home that's not my own,
with a face I've never shown,
speaking in distant tones...
Forgetting how to be alone
I've come undone,
in a home that's not my own,
with a face I've never shown,
speaking in distant tones...
Forgetting how to be alone
Invisible taskmaster;
a lover, never leaving spirit
never breaking mute.
with warmth,
with light,
but mostly a hiss
but mostly a hiss
but mostly a hiss
but mostly a hiss
For lack of a better word.
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Popular Offering
03:23
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I'm a home on the water,
someones tiptoeing daughter
or a bell that rung
along the shore,
or a bell that rung
along the shore.
I'm a popular offering,
always in a time of need;
the only time that bell does ring.
...or a bell that rung
along the shore.
Carrying popular offering.
Carrying an offering,
popular offering.
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4. |
Dario
03:17
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got a red light
starting to ignite
the shallow instigators,
your status masturbators.
Might be a little cunty,
green eyes, don't trust me.
Tell me it's medicinal
I might be cynical.
Oh, please don't so clinical.
I got a red light
starting to ignite
the shallow instigators,
my status masturbators.
Might be a little cunty,
green eyes, don't trust me.
Dario, Dario
But I won't try to read her.
Just smudge her with some cedar.
I'd give her to the tranimals,
but they might try and eat her.
Don't tell nobody
Dario, Dario.
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5. |
Come Up (Diver)
04:02
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Whining
for all unspent time
gaining.
Bring it to me,
feel our fields
combining
I find you
deep sea diving.
Searching wildly,
what comes to you
wont comfort you
like I do.
Not like I do.
Not like i do.
Won't comfort you like I do.
Come up from it
Come up from it
Come up from it
Where did I begin?
Where did you end?
What was said?
Whining
Where did I begin?
Where did you end?
What was said?
Gone out for more,
but not for long,
see you ahead
holding your own hand
in a dim night's blue.
I find you...
Deep sea diving
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Omission
02:58
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Some have brought
the light
some have sealed it
in their palms
Oh, we won't
call it back,
oh, we won't
call it back.
No more.
No more.
Some have brought
the light.
Some have sealed it
in their palms.
It's a lesson in a fight
Some have brought the light.
Some have sealed it in their palms.
Cause now I have seen so much;
And I can become blind,
cause now I have seen so much.
No more.
Call them back,
No more.
Use me like love.
(Feel it in their palms)
Love, love, love.
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7. |
Call Them Back
03:29
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I don't know how
I see right through
the other parts,
what's between
me and you.
You don't even know.
But I won't call upon the fool
who wont drink from my cup.
Oh we wont call them back
no more.
Oh we wont call them back.
You don't even know.
You don't even know.
In a return felt with grace,
we shuddered in the face of.
Cast out from that place
that never left us any trace of
whips and sticks and branches.
Whips and sticks and branches
You don't even know.
We watched our lovers do their dances
all the while choking on old romances.
Oh do we call them back?
Oh, we call them back.
You don't even know.
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8. |
Thunderneath
03:39
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I will never take more than I can get,
Though I haven't had that trouble yet.
Hope it'll be long until the day
my love for loving fades away.
My love for loving fades away
Unlimited love...
These legs have crossed an unworn route,
a gentle step in antique boots
but have I peirced the cloudy veil
I meet so often on this trail?
Be it so, that I will dance
on the lines between choice and chance.
i may never know the difference of
the worlds below of the worlds above.
Unlimited love
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SSTR Tulsa, Oklahoma
SEX WORKER: EP 3 FROM SSTR
SSTR is written, produced, performed, and birthed by Frannie Blew Velvette.
For the witches of the Sacred Whoretex, and the Tranimal family.
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