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saint germaine
04:06
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saint germaine says, "i'm glad to be alive
they made me part my skirts,
i've never been so dry.
what's wrong? i walk softly at night.
care for little lambs, and bring the boys bread
they made me part my skirts,
they found nothing but flowers.
what's wrong? i walk softly at night.
slaughter little lambs and break the boys' bread
they made me part my skirts,
but i gave them nothing but flowers.
what's wrong? i walk softly at night."
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agony
03:25
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oh HUSH
agatha
sylvia
susanna
purity is a weight off your chest
feeling dry, under your house
in the ground, you sow yourself
AGONY
you know her well
AGONY
you know her well
AGONY
AGONY
AGONY
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doctor, doctor
02:37
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doctor, doctor, please don't touch
if she's feeling better
if she's feeling healthy
will you promise not to touch?
please don't touch.
please please, doctor, fix her up
if you break her body you can tie her up
if she's feeling warm you can feel her up
when you're sick of playing,
you're the doctor,
let her up.
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where my body lies
03:10
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i bury my body in the basement of your house
dig a hole, take a breath, cut out my broken heart
where my body lies
the neighbours can't stand the stink of my loneliness
so they call the cops
where my body lies
when you find my body under the floor
dig it up, lay it out, tell me what i lived for
where my body lies
was this skeleton inside me?
were these bones really mine?
now they're yellowing in the sun
where my body lies.
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comfortable chair
02:26
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princess and the pea inside my stomach
one bread crumb on my deserving tongue
i found a quail egg full of yellow secrets
but you must bite through that shuddering shell, if you must reach it.
we get so tired in our shoes.
my locket's missing all your loving portraits
the locks that kept me safe are rusting shut
you bend until you break my jealous fingers
no wreath of olive leaf could kiss my hands and make me better.
we get so lazy in our chairs.
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SOUSOU Toronto, Ontario
My music has never been about being beautiful or perfect. It's about feeling and making you, dear listener, feel something that I feel. Sometimes it's ugly, repetitive, or uncomfortable. It's a direct conduit to the heart and all the messy, fucked up shit I've felt. It's also about finding something that takes flight from the chest. Pull up a comfortable chair, and be lost for a little while. ... more
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