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Prickled skin, warm spit;
Brutal lover.
Blue nude reclined,
like a painting, like ceramics.
–– and she rotates ––
French kiss to keep the peace!
French fuck to keep the peace!
French kiss to keep the peace!
You want to make me beg;
You want to keep me as your tamed one.
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2. |
Contradiction of Wants
04:12
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A contradiction of wants,
a contradiction of needs, needs, needs, needs...
Hey!
We didn’t agree to these terms!
Completing labor for what?
A fixed mindset of competitive production.
The “Who’s-Who” of the world
rebranding what joy is.
A contradiction of wants,
a contradiction of needs, needs, needs, needs…
Hey! Hey! Hey!
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3. |
Lying With The Wolf
04:20
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I’m obsessed with time ––
(what I’ve lost, what I’ve wasted,
what I’ve given away).
The smell of fresh grass,
earth, and sweat.
Lower belly panting like dogs.
Wolf Caught!
Wolf Caught!
I’ll perform a pirouette for your approval.
Wolf Caught - The Wolf’s Caught!
I’m obsessed with time ––
(what I’ve lost, what I’ve wasted,
what I’ve given away).
Looking out the window
to the shady part of the garden where we fell in love.
Dappled light danced on our skin
as we inhaled the sweet smell of summer bodies.
-– The birds call I’ve already forgotten ––
I hope it won't be relabelled as a nice day
and a nice time with someone whose smile
I no longer perform a pirouette for...
Wolf Caught - The Wolf’s Caught!
I’m obsessed with time ––
(what I’ve lost, what I’ve wasted,
what I’ve given away).
I’m so dizzy.
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4. |
The Leather Lemon
01:15
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Leather Lemon –– Strawberry Cut.
Leather Lemon –– Strawberry Cut.
Sweet Acid in the wound;
suck on it.
Leather Lemon –– Strawberry Cut.
Leather Lemon,
Let’s stay all day in bed!
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* Lyrics by A Savage
^ Lyrics by V Torres
*Polishing the mirror through a wall of fallen steam,
to survey the changes that you made.
Light reflecting life, drawn by curtains in a dream,
greets me as the fog begins to fade.
^ I learned my lesson twice.
A study of life behind the screen.
*I am so much older than I was when I met you,
when I told myself I’d never leave.
^A grand finale bow
as a gesture of good faith.
*Now I’m somewhere else,
somewhere I’ll stay till I'm unglued.
Nothing sticks like wanting to believe.
^Oil slicks from a birds eye view,
Diverge like roads that lead to nowhere.
A papier-mache mask rests next to sour cherries.
*Look at you, the blurry shape
that used to bear my name,
dance across the screen from left to right.
Soft and blurred a whispered word,
like tears wept in the rain,
all around and hiding in plain sight.
*Time bends what it passes through
into the strangest shapes,
like a face that’s been caught in the act.
I can see my lips move
but I hear no sounds escape
seems my tongue’s been taken by the cat.
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6. |
The Reason For My Love
05:35
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I know the reason for my love.
Let me be,
Let me be tender,
Let me make mistakes.
I know the reason for my love.
Show me the bones!
Show me the history!
Show me the foundation to this house.
Hot and cold, keep the tap running!
Easy love like water.
This time alone has prepared me to know what I want and how I want it.
Our love - a wild poetry - in a 6th floor walk-up.
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7. |
Magic Hands
03:25
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Eyes through the branches
–– See Me ––
Walk through the tunnel,
hold my hand.
Hazy and haloed,
painted land.
Out of tune and muddled,
forgive the band.
Bleached bones of trouble,
lost in the grass.
Eyes through the branches
–– See Me ––
Walk through the tunnel.
Friction is normal
as we contract and expand.
Fill up the car,
get out some cash.
Soft purple thread
embroidery in her blouse.
A nipple prunes in the sun.
Egg white to egg yolk,
dusty earth brown.
I’m trying to make sense of why we fall in love again
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8. |
New Kind of Zen
03:44
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Find a new kind of zen,
make me part of your spiritual practice.
Find a new kind of zen.
You’re so big-time,
defiant, reliant on no-one.
You’re so big time ––
Give something up to me.
Find a new kind of zen,
make me part of your spiritual practice.
Find a new kind of zen:
A Capitalist Sex Practice!
(And I give it freely to the cause)
It’s not kind,
it’s not necessary,
but I love it.
Bury me in it.
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9. |
86ed
02:42
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10. |
Majesty
02:22
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I don’t want that life.
I don’t want that majesty.
I don’t want that life.
I don’t want a tragedy.
*I want EVERYTHING*
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P.E. Brooklyn, New York
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