Music
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Solaria For Enervated Saints
Where just pretending is dreaming A man from America, shoots after mimicking the warfare Of a mirror shave Forgotten ages of let go stinge, just eliminating hunger In exchange for...
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tomorrow E’rth’s patience for pearl-like songs
car stools in Mother Glory’s absent faucet rules of tepid time-lapses through a passive army of savage pacifiers set in painful remonstrances like teething time-lapses altogether among the dropped tones...
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Roofline Disposition Under an Oblate Counterfeit Humectant
Her feelings humidify the surrounding puzzled air With a distortion of grazing sounds Bovine muscles tend to her flock Cat Power sings from the balcony Charred resentment swings adrift from...
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Freya Arde’s Cool River
Where the moon windows stop the pearls of contained catastrophes eclipse like borrowed phrases and stolen rhymes that even Paul Simon could not manifest disjointed within the heart of solace...
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Adrianne Lenker is a Memory Folded Before
(Re)calling those drifting moments inside the chorus; Where I did find a fragment of light, waiting for it, The memories are lost. I am retained in churnalism. Empty and only...
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Pepper Proud on a Distilled Walkway
Stolen strings from the circus of David’s ceremonial dance bricks Somber tones for her fingers like gin on the saber-rattling water Her voice drifting between highways where you shared a...
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Cat Power is Forever
God’s Fräulein hippeastrum flower shapes with clover secrets oloroso dining fights with sunshine apricots fingers like etalon ornaments scolded for the dream sold for the recess seams the children of...
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Neil Young, the Capitalist
He will be remembered fondly And not for his folly A great man, indeed A man who continued to create art Writing songs into late in life But he insisted...
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Haley Heynderickx
Swans flutter around a pond of street water Horns barricade solemn strength gateposts fingers cry out in perfect harmony like a stranger from the balcony One who is good, like...
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Cat Clyde is on the Ocean
Cat Clyde on an ocean with vast pores there are no blues singing in the fish or the octopus that she inhabits from time to time, being the scarecrow silent...