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The Dressmaker
02:09
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And when you go, you go
With the snow in your eyes
You wipe your nose on your sleeve
You realize
All of your clothes smell like me and the children
All of your clothes smell like me and, me and
I’m adding coal to the stove
I’m wiping my hands
Braiding our daughters’ hair
Carefully as
You’re heading west to the state of Ohio
You’re headed west and I don’t know, don’t know
That first night I will lie on my side of the bed
The dark as heavy as a blanket
Upstairs, our neighbors are fucking
Through the walls, I think I hear my name
I hide behind my own teeth
I hide below my own brain
Where I am struck by the thought that I never knew you
And I am struck by thought that I do not know myself yet
And when I go, I go
Like a tangle of thread
Coming loose in my chest
Blue from the red
I make a dress for the woman downstairs and
I make a dress for the women
I add lace to all our sleeves
I find lace is such a beautiful way to hide a stain
Embroider over the moth holes
Slash the seams of a thing outgrown
I teach my daughters to sew
Shining buttons in tiny rows
And I am struck by the thought that you wouldn’t know us
And I am struck by the thought that you wouldn’t know yourself
And when you go, you go
And when I go, I go
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2. |
Dionysus
03:44
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I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
Dionysus, peel me like a blood orange
Dionysus, resin in your hair
Honeysuckle crushed beneath your thumbnail
Awful smoke in the air
And the god who comes
And the god who leaves
That’s the god for me
And the god with wine stains
On his teeth
That’s the god for me
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
Dionysus, beautiful in ivy
Dionysus, buried in a field
Keep me coming back to the window
Is it still my face I find there
And the god who comes
And the god who leaves
That’s the god for me
And the god with bloodstains
On his teeth
That’s the god for me
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
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3. |
Bridget
03:29
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Well, it's not for swimming
And it's not fit to drink
But I like to walk the Hudson
And have myself a think
Been thinking of the boats
How they're headed home
Home across the water
Bless them, bless-
Everyone's kind to me here
So kind to me here
Took some getting use to
Just like everything do
I keep my hands busy
I keep my hands so busy
Bless them, bless them
But if I'm not careful
If I'm not stern with myself
If I indulge me
If I'm not stern
I might just live in the memory
Like cloth dolls and playthings
I hold us together
I say pretty things
Pretty things
And sometimes I pretend
We are on a long walk
I've only run ahead
I've only run ahead
If I turn my head
I'll see you again
Well, it's not for drinking
and it's not fit to swim
but the girls like the East River
so when we get the whim
I button up their coats
Walk along the coast
Nod to all my ghosts
Bless them, bless them
And if I’m kind to myself
If I’m kind to myself
Don’t think poorly of me
Promise that you’ll write me
If I keep my hands busy
If I keep my hands so busy
Well, bless them, bless them
But if I'm not careful
If I'm not stern with myself
If I indulge me
If I'm not stern
if I'm not careful
If I'm not stern with myself
If I indulge me
If I'm not stern
Bless me bless me
Bless me bless me
Stern with myself
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Make it beautiful
Make it last
Make it beautiful
Make it last
Somebody tell me I’m not good at this so I can just go home, please
Thank you very much, please
I lay your tools across the bench in the way that you prefer
Chisel, awl, and auger
And I’m ok, I guess, at listening to the things I’m supposed to
Oak for chests and ash for bowls
Make it beautiful
Make it last
Make it beautiful
Make it last
Somebody tell me I’m not good at this so I can just go home, please
Thank you very much, please
I’ve got no masterwork, no masterwork hidden in these hands
Calloused as I am
And the alder remains an unhewn block
And I remain an apprentice
At night, I dream I am a chair
And it’s looking pretty bad but I know I can make it worse
And it’s looking pretty bad but I know I can make it worse
Here go my dumb hands again, oh, oh
Make it beautiful
Make it last
Make it beautiful
Make it last
Somebody tell me I’m not good at this so I can just go home, please
Thank you very much, please
It hurts my feelings to be told that I am doing well
Cedar, birch, and maple
And the alder remains an unhewn block
And I remain, I remain
The apprentice remains an unhewn block
And I remain, I remain
And in my dreams, a perfect chair
Purposeful and strong
Something to be proud of
Something to depend upon
Make it beautiful
Make it
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5. |
Birds & Wine
03:36
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Well, I was born right on the beach
I let the waves come and lick my feet
I let the sun settle on me
Like a veil, like I was everybody’s bride
I took an interest from a young age
In certain smells, in certain chemicals
How they could melt upon the brain
Like a cut of honeycomb on the tongue
Come, come on and love me
It’s so nice to need me
I can make you happy
I can make you beg for me
I can make you beg for me
And maybe I will
They’re praying,
“Aphrodite, daughter of the foam
Don’t leave me alone tonight”
They’re singing,
“Aphrodite, daughter of the foam
Don’t leave me alone tonight- tonight”
And if I press up to your chest
My little ear- you know what I’ll hear?
I’ll hear my own heart become the sea
You’re a seashell, my little seashell
And if you say my name, my name
You say it like a prayer
And if you come, you come
With birds and wine
You better tend my sacred flame
With myrtle and with roses
Cause you want to- don’t you want to?
Come, come on and love me
It’s so nice to need me
I can make you happy
I can make you beg for me
I can make you beg for me
And maybe I will
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6. |
Fingers
02:27
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By the toilets of the airplane
You hold me
The fine folks in rows K-M heard as you
Told me
I will share my grave with you
As you have shared your bed with me
How I hope
Our ribs and our bones
Lace like fingers
Half asleep in flannel sheets
I cling to you
Oh, I could tell your human smell
From the whole feast of the world
And I will share my grave with you
As you have shared your bed with me
How I hope
Our ribs and our bones
Lace like fingers
I’m going to, I going to love you into dust
I’m going to, I going to love you into dust, yes
I’m going to, I going to love you into dust
I must
I must
I-
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