1. |
Corpus Delicti
03:51
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all the ugly things
look for where to go
you are the blood
in my skin and bones
all pretty things
find a where to go
will you be the blood
to my skin and bones?
reel me in
throw me back
one day i'll be the right weight
i'll be big enough for you to maybe keep
i am not the middle one
i am frozen at the end
of a bottle of piss
drinking with the wrong hand
all the living things
look for where to go
let me be the blood
to your skin and bones
all the ugly things
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2. |
Satyr & Slattern
03:57
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again another night bleeding
came back the door was open
haunting blurring
water goes down molding
i wake up choking on a sock
and tethered to the radiator
there is no safeword
you're not so safe
for you i'll leave the door open
bolts on top of bolts
reduce the ventilation
we can't turn it off or move
the perforations off of the floor
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3. |
Sutures
03:51
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you're so edible
lay the candy out
on the tabletop
seeping out the sides
of the mortuary
leaking in the ground
in the reservoir
you're poisoning the drinks
now your pulmonaries
are turning into
something edible
something in the food
you're poisoning the drinks
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4. |
Poltroon
03:51
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don't you lick yourself to death
how'd you get to be so small?
a little mouth necklace you wear
we can see it through your shirt
belching outline of a noose
cul-de-sac burned down by your house
you don't mean anything you say
vomit on the floor leads to the
plate where you sat hours ago
you want to go down on yourself
don't you rape yourself to death
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salesman at the door
he's not coming in
he's not selling me something i've not seen before
i don't owe him an answer
in a small remainder
we'd infect the rest
punching me in the head
it don't feel anymore
the black and the white of my eyes
wind-y and narrow the staircase
and cold in the cellar
and it won't be so pretty to see
when the owners return to find
all of our clothes on the trellis
they'll find all of our clothes on the trellis
in a coffin we'll end up together
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6. |
Sputum
04:13
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you'll have to trash the whole damn thing
once you get it back
the buttons won't go back into their place
wires poking out through all holes
a red opaque fluid at the base
did you forget the sign language for choking?
it's not your hands around the fleshy of my neck
now i'm just a veneer
knifing the place in the sheets
where he laid
will not make you feel better
nobody's from around here
they've only seen it in the pictures
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7. |
Beriberi
05:16
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the room is smaller
the line is longer
the sky is darker
i hope you answer
swollen letters
lipstick starts to pour from the envelope
i've a few more days
mangled motorcars are trying to collide
the doors are peeling off their hinges
a flicker down the hall
a candle on my skull
'til it wakes me up
and puts us further in
into the red again
you're underneath my skin
i cannot shake it off
deep into the field, embedded in the ground
my body splayed in four directions
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trees trees trees and trees
all you can see
blind blind blinding in between
and then you see more of the same
i won't be the cans you drag
behind the car
i'll be the gasoline
you really turn the switch off on my sensory
you can burn me up all night
i don't feel the heat
until the aftermath
i can't identify the scent
the fireplace again
you're staring rabidly down at my veins
the voracious licking of the lips
it's only one of your many addictions
i'm fading away from the fix
i won't be the cans you drag
behind the car
i'll be the gasoline
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9. |
Harbinger Of Pulchritude
04:16
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sing yourself a lullaby
until i will arrive
put hands along your hips
until i come tonight
paint sprayed flecks over the bed
and when i'm in the room
drown the tenitis out
and once i've made it there
put something into my drink
i don't know the last time
i wasn't dead asleep
it shatters now with you
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10. |
Nyctophobia
05:07
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in the picture
something over your shoulder
wait, no, listen...
can you hear a noise?
get the light
don't come on
forget the light
we stop breathing
then you'll hear a whisper
we stop moving
something in the room
i want you to be
the last thing i feel
the sun can't come up
slow enough
after the fact
you're finding strands of hair on the mattress
the reflection
is closer than you think
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The BERiBERi Brooklyn, New York
Anti-gravity rock full of nightmares and dreamscapes for the dark and stormy hours
Film
scores:
IRIS (2019)
Soundtracks:
LOVE AMERICAN SKIN (2010) (as Giving The Table A Name)
Animation shorts: ANGEL LUST and
MONKEY AND MON KAUR, by visual artist Suneet Sethi.
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