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Take up your lyre
Shine in desire
Tongue breaks
Take your fill
With violets in your lap
Perfumed clothes, silver maps
Tongue breaks
Take your fill
Heart strings
Lung things
Six strings
All sing
Fire races under skin
“Deep sound, Lady sin.”
Tongue breaks
Take your fill
Nectar poured from gold
Spangled silver road
Tongue breaks
Take your fill
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Yearly Rental
03:36
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Eating, disposing, consuming non-essentials;
Phantasmatic needs are becoming detrimental
I’m keeping it alive but my body’s not a temple
There’s 13 elephants in this yearly rental
There’s 46 elephants in this yearly rental
There’s 95 elephants in this yearly rental
There’s 500 elephants in this yearly rental
Close my eyes,
Heave and sigh,
Stride by stride,
A stitch in time.
Picket fence, car, green waste and petrol,
Bespoke feline, shorthair oriental
Living on land stolen and gentile
There’s 13 elephants in this yearly rental
There’s 46 elephants in this yearly rental
There’s 95 elephants in this yearly rental
There’s 500 elephants in this yearly rental
Close my eyes,
Heave and sigh,
Stride by stride,
Colonial lies.
Cirrostratus clouds, crystals fragmental
Guilty of four manslaughters accidental
Right palm to the ground; convex spherical
There’s 13 elephants in this yearly rental
There’s 46 elephants in this yearly rental
There’s 95 elephants in this yearly rental
There’s 500 elephants in this yearly rental
Close my eyes,
Heave and sigh,
Stride by stride,
A revolving paradigm.
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Smoke & Paper Ghosts
04:39
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Membrane, fluid, smoke & paper ghosts
Composited pubic mound caught in my throat
Careening past an ajar bedroom door,
I’ve been here before and I know the score.
Quiescence; my soft machinist host
She of all is who knows me the most
I don’t want any bad blood anymore
I’ve been here before and I know the score:
The proof is aloof.
I understand now how clouds can stay afloat:
This is all sea and we’re submerged below.
Tessellating light, an ocean floor.
I’ve been here before and I know the score:
The proof is aloof.
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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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