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Love and loss is the same thing
Take me dancing
Spin me around
Throw me down
Love and loss is the same thing
Warm, wet breathe in
Soft and round
Gravity, breast mounds
Below, above
Sand and mud
With push comes shove
With loss comes love
Love and loss is the same thing
Parting, reflecting
Take me to town
Break me down
Love and loss is the same thing
Bliss then nodding
Lost and found
Hand-me-downs
End.
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Genuflect
03:35
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This is an extravagant mess
You sucked the words right out of my chest
The planets align but she's used to fucking guys
So I guess I’ll just get over it
There’s an elephant inside my head
Tended to be easily led
Stop posting memes and start reading leaves
And I guess I’ll just genuflect
Working up to genuflect
You stripped away my cheap affect
Like taking my last cigarette
Shed your crystals and stones and start shaking bones
And I guess I’ll just get over it
There’s hair on your glamorous legs
Darkness on your breath
Stop leaving on read and start sowing seeds
So I guess I’ll just genuflect
This is an extravagant mess
You sucked the words right out of my chest
The clouds come in as if to welcome sin
So I guess I’ll just get over it
There’s an elephant inside my head
Tended to be easily led
Alone at home with serotonin syndrome
And I guess I’ll just genuflect
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Grief Filled Avenues
04:09
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Your brisk walk, stalactites
From my chest that night
Embossing, taking flight
Escaping from past lives
Drops of green in white
Gazing into mine
Lacking foresight
Half as long, twice as bright
There’s so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In grief filled avenues
Streets and rendezvous
There’s so many ghosts and so many hosts
So many lows, so many blows
In grief filled avenues
Ghosts of me and you
I see you in passers by
Defences fortified
Glimmers in the eye
Timbres in voices sly
Locales from that time
Leave traces on my mind
Phantoms, paradigms
Thought-forms, bells that chime
There’s a sense of something that I lack
But I wouldn’t want to go back
There’s a sense of something that I lack
But I can’t help but hope that
It passes right?
Doubtful but it might
Can barely look in your eyes
Without going blind
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4. |
American Coffee
02:15
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Fresh meat
And deadbeats
Naked woman in the window across the street
You’re what you eat
And what you speak
American coffee has stained your teeth
American coffee and fortified yeast
I’ll take the heat
I’ll burn the sheets
She’s nodding off on the tram down the street
There’s police
Oil and grease
And Illegal occupation of The Middle East
Fresh meat
And deadbeats
A parting peck on my taxidermied cheek
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Wasted Light
03:40
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I’ve been breaking into song
For so long, I bid you so long
Voices carried away by days
Of choices; I’ve got nothing to say
I’ve become one with the sun
Silk un-spun from wasted lungs
Reversing the magnetism
Lest you find you’ve become numb
God knows I’ve been too headstrong
Double pronged, It’s all double pronged
Luminous, The light is gone from your eyes
Numinous, Its cut you down to size
Stick to your guns, I’ve got none
Wasted light to overcome
Reversing the magnetism
Lest you find you’ve become numb
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6. |
Ginger & Star Anise
03:40
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A year gone by
A face pressed on mine
Touch knows not time
Touch does not brine
Ginger & star anise
Put your hands on me
Ginger & star anise
Sharp teeth & sharp knees
Ginger & star anise
You’re driving at full speed
Give me the keys
Ginger & star anise
We spent a weekend high
On each other’s balled twine
I could call you mine
By Lucinda’s paradigm
Ginger & star anise
For three days love me
Ginger & star anise
Your shapes emboss these
Then leave with ease
Like winter’s freeze
Ginger & star anise
Ginger & star anise
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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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