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Lips In Front Of Your Teeth

by Maxine Gillon

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1.
Own My Body 04:11
I have an acute understanding of respect there is a dull ache and it's building in my chest thats not a part of me, thats not what I reflect refuting your truth is not my personal project they stare, you stare, they stop they stare, you stare, they stop but it's so hard to see through the fog live your life in convex and your mirror is unchecked projecting hate and fear on what you don't know or expect thats not a part of me, thats not my own defect refuting your truth is not my personal project they stare, you stare, they stop they stare, you stare, they stop but it's so hard to see through the fog I want to own my body I have an acute understanding of respect there is a dull ache and it's building in my chest I went to Beltane and I came back with this hex "You cannot see me without directed context." they stare, you stare, they stop they stare, you stare, they stop but it's so hard to see through the fog I want to own my body
2.
Celine 03:36
panama, valkyrie, yak hair I saw you yesterday turning clouds into air white light collarbone Jane Eyre I want to huddle up to your cold body there brisk walk, signifying stare I'll meet you at the fountain on Taylor Square street, door, lobby, lift, stairs for this one I'm unprepared blow smoke into my face like I'm 19 rush through my veins like deprived of nicotine we could be the it-couple of the mean streets we could be gender trouble in the bed sheets Celine chiffon silk, un-repaired tear shell pink shirt on the back of your chair dressing gown, medieval fair who cums first, the tortoise or the hare? run your scaled tongue down my body like its icing push your thin fingers through my heart like epinephedrine we could be the it-couple of the mean streets we could be gender trouble in the bed sheets Celine breath into my ear, I'm plasticine run your thin fingers on my lips like vaseline we could be the it-couple of the mean streets we could be gender trouble in the bed sheets Celine
3.
If I didn’t need to sleep and blink I could pull myself back from the brink maybe then I could feel and think maybe then I could feel and think If I wasn’t raised at the sink If I was grown in flowers of zinc maybe then I could feel and think maybe then I could feel and think nothing nothing maybe then I could feel and think maybe then I could feel and think suit of armour with left breast chink pierces dull but severs a link maybe then I could feel and think maybe then I could feel and think I only sign indelible ink; strong, dark, wet musk stink. maybe then I could feel and think maybe then I could feel and think
4.
You just woke up I’ve been here for months but something has gone awry; the promise of your lullaby sing for your supper sing my lover sing for your supper sing my lover memory, grief and relief lips in front of your teeth but something has gone awry; the promise of your lullaby sing for your supper sing my lover sing for your supper sing my lover there is ink on my fingers white dalliances linger
5.
Pragmatism 03:29
You’re living in sin and I want in my nipple lights the cherry at the end of your Virginia Slim I’m needles & pins touch my skin my nipple lights the cherry at the end of your Virginia Slim there’s a pragmatism to the way she walks there’s a pragmatism to the way she talks there’s a pragmatism to her fatalist thought there’s a pragmatism, there’s a pragmatism I’m Paraffin I’m too deep in your avoidance is the dangling carrot at the end of my wanderlust whim I’m maudlin because two months in your avoidance is the dangling carrot at the end of my wanderlust whim
6.
anosmia, stealing clothes gifted later as a gesture of what she does not know of veins and skin and hair her own grey streak, Kalisch nose follicles bright, Patrick White words are sticks and stones as is shame unbeknown some bonds are deeper than the old ones some bonds are etched in matriarchal stone no past and no tome fever dream, murky stream grow my stems, hold my own bildungsroman is a rhizome bathe in acetone gone awry; wait to die determinate, in repose what kind of chromosomes are those?

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"Time passes. That's for sure. It's the nightmare of having what you want that I'm interested in today."
- Eileen Myles, Chelsea Girls

"I wanted the Julie Ruin record to sound like a girl from her bedroom made this record but then didn't just throw it away or it wasn't just in her diary but she took it out and shared it with people."
- Kathleen Hanna

Demo recordings made in my bedroom April 2020.

Written and recorded on the sacred lands of the Gadigal people of the Eora nation, sovereignty never ceded.

Special thanks to Jaya Keaney, Georgia Scott & Katherine Rooke

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released April 16, 2020

Moopie Records

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Maxine Gillon Melbourne, Australia

Melbourne-based artist, songwriter & producer Maxine Gillon has made a name for herself with her melodic, absurdist & plaintive songwriting that introjects the energy and literacy of the rich countercultural history of alternative music into a contemporary eclectic form. Across both upbeat pop songs and ballads, there’s no mistaking her signature sound once you hear it. ... more

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