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Olga Nikolaevna
01:26
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Lili Elbe Radiating
04:09
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Rooted in the ground
Her palms up to the sun
Her poses reveal shades
Of the subtle masculine
A shift within a moment's passing
A decision made with grace and guile
A kiss to the wind for a name
That will fade into space for a while
When your pictures
Are in fashion
You must radiate
When your body
Betrays the notion
You must radiate
Take a layer off right here
Take a layer off, my dear
When your pictures
Are in fashion
You must radiate
Passionately polarizing
You need two points in this life
Just to keep things interesting
To shed snakeskin, shake off strife
Take in one hand what you've engendered
In the other, camouflage
Decorate this violent ending
Celebrate the bon voyage
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Pineapple Eye
03:35
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Feeling a little burned by weekdays
He went two-step for the sunday
Coming up like morning
Like that hangover that lets you know you're still alive
Reeling in the fish that slips like silver
Sends a little shiver through your childhood
Yes that boat's been rocking on the lake
Close that corridor for all our sakes
See that colour shift and change
What's been memory is now art
Cut out the pineapple eye
Dig the juicy bits apart
He could drive that boat forever
Rounding round the lake's perimeter
Diving down for pearls
Swimming 'round the false tide and false sense of you
Belly up in the water
Sends a little shiver through your childhood
Lightning and a windstorm for your lesson
Bloodied knees where's your sense of fun
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Monday to Sunday
04:30
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Summer hills
Summer trees
Summer woods
Summer breeze
I was caught on a colder day
In the water with no clothes
Years can be peered into
And the chill hits my bones
Monday to Sunday
Branches and crosses
Fences and roads
Mattresses, losses
Nobody knows
Hiding in a space between the brush
Pressing the soft green to my face
Missing for minutes or hours
Noone sought to replace
Monday to Sunday
Sunkissed forehead
Barefoot garden
The boy and the lake
Baby blonde
Shaky places
Lose the trail
Poison in the corners
Highway to home
Monday to Sunday
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You Don't Like Me Blonde
01:24
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You don't like me blonde
I don't care
I have got a temper
Boy and don't you know it
Everybody does and
Boy I love to show it
But for now I'm blonde
And I'll get shit done
Sit back and relax
Let me do it
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6. |
First Night on Earth
06:54
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Will I achieve some success
With my mental state of undress
My birth has left some befuddled
My rebirth awaits a rebuttal
I can be misunderstood
That's ok I'm warmblooded
You can point and then laugh
I will saw you in half
And do it all with a smile
Is it cruel to obey
The laws of nature this way
Is it as it's intended
My arrival upended
By a bravado that's lacking in style
I push myself out
All covered in doubt
Your cold expectations
Are my liquid libations
Line them all up single file
My connection is raw
My conviction has thawed
My selfishness thrives
My art dog is alive
My first night on earth has arrived
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Boys & Girls
02:02
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I could fade into blue
And turn into truth
A pulse can tell a million things
A goodbye rings and rings
I could burst into veins
It is simple as rain
I could burst into veins
Noone could tell you came
Wrists and their bones
Boys and their homes
Girls and their ways
Closer these days
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8. |
Blood in the Dirt
04:15
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Lethal in bad pumps and
Sunday best skirt
Squatting down finding her
Blood in the dirt
Tainting the land with her
Family tree
Every road leads her
Right back to me
This is her factory
A working class womb
Spitting out hatred
All over the room
Gathered for Christmas
Again for the summer
Blurring the lines between
Lovers and others
How can I relate to her
When all I have is hate for her
Perfectly calm in
The loneliest places
Feeding herself with the
Looks on their faces
I will contain
As much as I’m able
Sharing the venom at
Apathy’s table
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Fire-Eater
02:57
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A gin away from bitter
Sucking on a citrus rind
Time is keeping its own council
Who the hell needs time
Drinking down the cold to quell
The fire eater heart in me
Hope is running free and easy
Over my terrain unseasonably
Flashes of the night before
All these little casualties
A warzone a dark guest room
A little space to breathe
Escape routes are the easy way
I love how I can move through them
And count every single way you change
Within a hanging frame
All resentment melts away
As easy as the ice I roll
Upon my fire eater tongue
These disasters take their toll
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Youth
03:03
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Thick as thieves we were
And we stole
The night from the eyes of
Those we admired
Always in the dark they were
Always in the dark they were
Sexy drunk and young
Thought and deed and drugged
Tequila in a teacup
Domestic disturbance on a wednesday
Days blurred into one
Glue and bone and obligation
Always in the dark we were
Always in the dark we were
Sexy drunk and young
Thought and deed then done
This was a hard youth in a soft age
Pissing indiscretion on a
Very cold prairie day
Always in the dark they were
Always in the dark they were
Protection and the enemy
All in one baby
Were we so exotic
Or were we just fucked up
The older wiser voice in me says
Cheer up buttercup
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Juliet
03:43
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Juliet
You regret a lot I bet
Something had to happen
When you're pushed
You're either pushed
Or you push back
Oh Juliet
So many choices
With so many voices
Something had to happen
Girls of the world comb their curls out
Boys don't have the first clue
Blue girls falling down
Blue boys not knowing what to do
Juliet
You have felt the world I bet
Every small emotion
Rages like an ocean
Inside a bigger ocean
A universe of water
Oh Juliet
I have the same vices
They cover me in ice and I can't
Something had to happen
Girls of the world comb their curls out
Boys don't have the first clue
Blue girls falling down
Flowerbeds on fertile ground
Blue boys not knowing what to do
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12. |
Life of Unclean Living
02:39
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Can I press my cheek up to
All these things
And still remember beauty
Unpossessed and unimpressed
With all my inner workings
Can I pour out venomous
And achieve happiness
Dirty little ghosts
Like stains on skirts too short
I want to stay with you
But you're soulless too
I have held my hands up
In surrender
Just to trick things closer
Trick to get you
Trick to let you
With all my inner workings
Could I be forgiven
A life of unclean living
Oh my gracious host
This is a loving toast
I once thought you true
But you're unclean too
Bless our souls
Us tired soldiers
Playing dirty
Getting older
Aisles of smiles
For our eyes and shoulders
Our once beguiled
Are getting colder
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13. |
A Bit of Blood
04:47
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Is there humour
In your culture
I am not resigned to it
Although designed for it
Lost in greenery
And the birch trees
That corralled around childhood
A balance beam of rotten wood
I will burn the sage
I will seek the seer
That can wash me down
Till I'm crystal clear
I am readdressing
My lineage
Less than a whole
More than percentage
My truth
My just
Is lost in greed
And misunderstanding
A washing machine
And a bit of blood
That's all I know
All I understood
Junk culture
Take everything
I was wondering
Letting thunder in
Thief's apprentice
Underneath a shade
A bead of honey
On a razorblade
I will burn the sage
I will seek the seer
That can wash me down
Till I'm crystal clear
I am readdressing
My lineage
Less than a whole
More than percentage
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Craig H Edmonton, Alberta
Edmonton, Alberta.
Independent artist.
'Eaworm-ridden electro-pop'
'Dirge pop'
'Music to do
drugs and wear tights to'
'woozy, lurching, and impressionistic shards of sound.'
I'm no good at describing my own work, but I do hope you find a way in. They're all doorways.
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