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Terribilia meditans

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1.
Purple Iris 03:18
I was waiting for a long time. I was waiting for you. I was waiting for the silence to end. I was waiting for a long time. I was waiting for you. I was waiting for the silence to end. And I heard your voice. You said: "it's a long way down." Purple iris, disappeared, into the ground. Evaporated into soil and gentle dust. And I heard your voice. You said: "it's a long way down."
2.
(1, 2, 3, 4) Cut the meat off the fish's bones. Throw the organs in the trash. Start the stove and put some oil in the pan. We're gonna taste his minerals tonight. A drowned man's minerals tonight. Set the table and wash your hands 'fore you eat. Get the plates out from up top. Say grace to God and tie the napkin to your neck. We're gonna taste his minerals tonight. A drowned man's minerals tonight.
3.
Cold Boy 01:34
The head was dipped into a case of ice to void the summer heat. In a backyard shed, with the curtains drawn and dim to void the summer heat. All the clothes removed and in a single heap to void the summer heat. Pushing in and out into another person's skull to void the summer heat. Oh, cold boy, drunk in late July. Sitting in the dark, taking off his shirt. The girls all want to be him, the others want to feed him. Cold boy, drunk in late July.
4.
Lemonade 04:04
Nested underneath a hill. Waiting for someone to bring me my fill as a queen and controller, as a fucker and ruler. Nested underneath a hill. Waiting for sugary droplets - a sweet little liquid trail, from you to me. Don't ever let me down. I depend on you, you depend on me I will give you life, you will give me seed. Bring me what I need. In my nectar throes, not a second late or I'll swallow your head and spit out your teeth. Lemonade Nested underneath a hill. Less and less of my kids coming home. Some have staggered back in the middle of the night; I smell the chemical on their breath. Nested underneath a hill. Feeling like I've been forgotten. Slowly shriveled up from the missing drink, a massive black ball on the sidewalk, though I said: Don't ever let me down. I depend on you, you depend on me I will give you life, you will give me seed. Bring me what I need. In my nectar throes, not a second late or I'll swallow your head and spit out your teeth. Lemonade
5.
In The Drink 04:33
The holiest water I ever drank came from the ship you steered through the ice. And as it sank to the bottom, I was lodged inside the cabin feeling peaceful and resigned. It dripped to my lungs and pierced through my skin. I breathed in the cold til it couldn't come in. And in the dark, I was floating facing down towards the seafloor feeling peaceful and resigned. (The holiest, holiest, holiest water - the holiest water trapped in my mouth.) Dusk, waiting with her head in her hands. At dusk, waiting with her head in her hands. -- The holiest water I ever drank came from the ship you steered through the ice. And as it sank to the bottom, I was lodged inside the cabin feeling peaceful and resigned.
6.
Open 03:42
Oh the day's mystery waned. A snake snuck into open cracks of my skull. And it nested there and it laid its eggs and it shed its skin and died. Locked, covered in paint, hidden away in a storage box in a golden safe, in a faraway bank where my burns opened up anew. Opened up anew Oh the day's mystery waned. The attic collapsed from the fire they lit. And the people upstairs and the secrets they held all shed their skin and died. Locked, covered in paint, muscles that clenched inside my mouth in a second spit, in a second's time, the burns opened up and decalcified. Opened up anew Spine evaporated into keys. Jingling softly, never opening anything.
7.
Wire 02:22
I woke on a wire. Can't tell if I want to step off. Someone is whispering yes. Someone is whispering no. From 40,000 ft up, I can't breathe the air for much longer and I want to go home.
8.
Cara 03:12
Oh, lookit the day's gone. Dusk has come to take all the sunlight away. Everything is falling apart to dull gray. Oh, lookit the day's gone. Oh, lookit the day's gone. Cara wants to burrow the knives in her mouth. Cara wants to know what it's like to dry out. Oh, lookit the day's gone. Oh, lookit the day's gone. Oh, Cara...
9.
Nothing changes, old routines play themselves out on infinite repeat. I seize up - a nervous ticking - polyester fumes to the brain. No weight this late. Good dreams await. Yeah at night I get to walk along the beach and fall asleep there. And feel better about the ways in which I'm dying. But nothing changes, old routines: the back of my eyes in the dark of the night, the sight of my skin in the lights of the cars, the sand in my hair and the air with me now. No weight this late. Good dreams await. To sleep just long enough to forget who you are when you wake the next day.

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piano, vocals, amplifier - wm hexwire
artwork - gianna constantine (giannaconstantine.blogspot.com)

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released August 22, 2014

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