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1. |
Spire Choke
04:08
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Before you say amen
Let me start in again
With my own plan
I lay down my flaming sword
I had angel wings once but
Now they’re sore
And don’t get me started on
The Way to the holy host’s role
Who
Before you pass the plate
Don’t tell me what the prophet said
To you, oh I must drink
Choke it
I drank and became it
Who
Before you rise I gather alibi
Give me a spire to rise my god
Head in the clouds a disguise
I’m a
Demon, begin-
I apologize
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2. |
Hit A Nerve
03:07
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Break it up
Into layman terms
I can rest in
I’m howling at the moon for answers
And no one’s coming soon
They said I need a surgeon
To cut into me quick
To find the part that’s stuck together
To find it then cut it quick
Heal me with that hopeless optimism
That I can’t find
I’m tethered to my doubts somehow
I’ll never make it out alive
So if you have a scalpel
If you have a mind
Will you send your heart
To tell me mine’s alright
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3. |
The Mirror Says
03:04
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I’m trying to take you at your word
It’s hard to believe I could be special
To anyone
I have always set myself down first
Have to take you at your word
It’s rude to not believe
I am the receiver
I am the deceiver of me
In your mirror I see me
Tell myself
Look close
At the sorrow of shutting off
There is no room
I have to shift my
Weight around, then
Wipe away cruel residue
There is room
I must let your words in
Do the hard thing
Do the right thing
Believe
Someone could see something
Some old dead lies will lift
Through the lens of time
Reveals
We’re weightless
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4. |
Nested
04:04
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All of the places
Roots couldn’t
Grow
Put me down
I don’t need
To settle in
The doll is
Nested
Said I’m a jumbled mess
Tangled brambled guess
I could never say
The words right
I forget spaces, to breathe
And I would
Chain life
To me, vaccinate
Away the disease
See the waves are
Coming
To break it all down
The day before
The prairie burned
The plague doctor tipped
His hat, I adored his
Gesture though
It’s not how deep
The truth gets
Buried
It isn’t wrong or right
I wept
It doesn’t matter anymore
The rain will fall
Wash away the dust
Expose the bones
The same way
As us all
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5. |
Don't Let It Be A Memory
03:16
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Halfway home
With basil, thyme
I find my way to love
I don’t know any other
Word for this
I don’t know
How many more
Empty kisses at the door
Bland flavor
Isn’t cutting it
Intoxicate me with
A moment
Or move along
Turn the cap
Off of the spice
Don’t set it down
Before the stir into the
Pot of our distinction
Feel the heart break
But it isn’t terminal
It pumps still somehow
Anything can break
Anything can mend
Anything can break
I’ll use my body as
Build a bridge
I’ll show you how
I’ll lay me down
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6. |
Why Not; Yes
01:57
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I wanted
More
I wanted to be twined
In a ball, damn the poetry
To hell,
I wanted taste, touch
I wanted more-
I wanted to tell
You
I want you
I want your hands
I want to hear you
I wanted you to want
I wanted blood stains, surely
Blood stained scars time, I wanted,
I wanted no more talk of maybe
No more talk of fear
I wanted yes
For sure
I wanted yes
Why not;
Yes
Why not;
Yes
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7. |
Fugue
03:16
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Can I trust in you to reach me
On the other side
If I lose my way tonight
Will you cross that divide
Laying here on this cold cot
With the hum of machinery
I can’t be me, I doubt self
Listening to a pulse that pulls
Me deeper into dreams
Will you find me
Will you find me
My skin foreign land,
Disintegrating sand
I can’t find me
So I reach-
Your voice, the tonic
In the catastrophic symphony
Beating pain bringing me back
Coda
I forget myself
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8. |
The Long Road
03:36
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So again
I cauterize memory
Put the torch to
What bleeds
The weight of
Thin bent
Bone, burn your
Skin to mine
Shaved the
Harmed
Cells right
Off the marrow
I sense a long road
Backwards
Don’t know what land
I belong to
Don’t know which
Country I claim
Don’t know what
Rules apply
One too many times
I was blind
Dropped off at the
Finish line
In the
Prophet’s lair
Said to bend my knees
For a penny
He has a cure for my
Disease if I praise but
I can not be an angel
I flew down to avenge
Lies egos fed
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9. |
I'd Rather Bleed
05:07
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He heals me in the dark
He sees me in the dark
And I don’t understand
Why silver fires in me
I am a spire
He knows
Somewhere somehow
He reaches in, oh
He reaches in where
No one can
I’m wasted
Wasted all my self before
I’m sorry
The bells can’t ring
Bring me back again
To that dance
I’m drunk again
I need a fix
Unwrap my bandages
Let it bleed
I am a razor in the hallway
There is footsteps
How I’m mistaken
To believe I’d never be here again
I thought I’d left this but
I need a fix
I’m sorry but I’m only human
I’m bleeding in the darkness
Shine a light
I’d rather bleed
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10. |
After All I've Done
04:27
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After all I’ve done
Sorry
Sorry I was never much
Sorry I had every wound festering
Sorry I led with that again
I look up, the night black
I see the way the sky curves back
I think about my heart and who
Has it been beating for
And why did I waste so much time
Why did I waste so much time
When I could have been just been
Bleeding out for me
For nobodies held me closer;
Nobodies known me better than me
And I’m sorry
For every step I took
That led away from your gaze
I never knew where to go
I’m stuck on a screen blinking
It’s not a little love seed growing
Oh let me go
I’m no use to you
As a ghost
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Anaïs Believe
Anaïs Believe hails from the Canadian wilderness. She has come to enjoy such modern things as electric tea
kettles.
She is a self taught pianist and a classically trained opera singer. She counts Kate Bush, Coil, Tori Amos, and Leonard Cohen as influences.
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