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There She Is

by April Wilson

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1.
There She Is 03:30
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Your father is a loving man; He wraps his arms around me. I contain the light your mother shined Before she broke free. No, he won't go, he won't go, he won't go away! He will peek through my top every day! And he'll say- "There she is." Ringing bells on her thin haired arms, There she is. Making dull satisfaction from sorrow. Your father is a curious man; He scares his own shadow. And when he flew away to Maui, He forgot to take me in his travels. So one day, you will find me. You'll have woke, arms around me. In my clear plastic wall, you will see a faint torso. Over time, loss will form her. You'll be tempted to grasp her. She'll have different sighs and regrets, But you'll still say, "There she is."
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Wood Doll Me 02:56
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Resting in my thigh, I hold a woman. Sharing my breath and looking through my eyes. She's a russian doll, and I've a chisel, Burrowing my nails to unlock her prize. Steady as we go, and she emerges, Every layer hosts a softer torso in its chest Painted on its face, I see my patterns, Dully plotting brow and my just parted lips. I wear a bosom as a necklace, I throw away a piece of rine. I wear her bosom as a necklace, I throw away a piece of rine. Wood has turned to oyster, and still in layers, Until I reach a form unknown. And it is warm, almost liquid cells alone, And swallows slow, and swallows slow in me. Her in me; her sex on me.
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The Bad Man 03:02
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The bad man, he takes my bags, And runs away, and sprees all day. The officer, he couldn't stand, He'd melted legs on years of dregs. And the second time I see that man, He wears a crown, falling me down, I bend my knee to praise this lord, He's taken my name, and thrown it to the wind.
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Bee and Her 03:28
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I have a dead spot cut in my backdrop, Covering wires, decomposed plank piles, Cradling displaced light it has allowed. Pausing production hosted on sprung floors, I take surrender, I am a turtle, Not peering through that hole, not finding out. And she is a ladle, she is a keeper, I am a beehive, she is a rabbit. Her naked paw found a nest between the wood. Paused samurais raise to kamikaze on the approaching raid. Stung by their test, she races to the stage. Flailing, she pounces upon my back. Starved calcium flakes and cracks. What is a turtle without its marrow? What is a keeper without its control?
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A Loud Lad 03:29
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Somehow, there's a light on this pole Spearing rocky mound. Some night, brazen I harbor ale. I'm aloud in the night in my flight. I'm a lad, I'm allowed. My mind hosts a war in its frame, Just like widowed pane, And it's cracks are the maker's mark. I'm aloud, I'm a lad, I'm allowed. Bruising in the light of the lamp, I carousing, holding a bat. Shatterlust with a mind that scatters as I Mirror the mark I'm built on.
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On Me On 02:33
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I'm the waiting enemy that is watching through the trees. He has settled on the rocks, so I grab torch and chase him on. Light this old loaf of bread! Bake naked bulbous head! Me, on me on. Disappearing oversights grab the corner of my eye. They had begged me, 'Don't go', and 'Find compassion for the loaf.' Light this old loaf of bread! Bake naked bulbous head! Me, on me on. Trees closing their limbs on me will sip pooling blood, Offer their berries, their nuts, and their growth. I have chased my flowers away. Now I'm forced to wear clipped dried bulbs, withering away, With no reply.
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By Kips Bay 02:41
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By Kips Bay, where I stole some pause, I search the clam underneath my disguse. By the sun of the maker's eyes, I will singe the meadow of man on my self. Little by little calcium fades and cracks To reveal the woman I'm on, A respected and honored frame; Soft. When I go in the dullest puff of smoke, No one will know my mask.
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Some Grand Theft 03:40
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Come to the water, I've put on my greatest loss. I'm flirting with the level. I have recovered Enough to put my arm around And relish her, with false grin. How could this be love? How could this be love? How could this be love? How could this be love made? Laying, recall her power. She sucks you in, and you'll never Find your breath again. She's just a child, But I was a child myself, In my scripted memories.
9.
My Head Slow 02:41
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Lean you on my head slow, Deep below the fallen snow, Jealous of the coming glow. Falling rain and rounded stem to grow.
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Egg On Sheep 03:09
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Stutter on the sofa, my tongue is defecate, Cradled in the larvae with a mutton eye. Wanting of a wool skin, my groin will suffocate, Sarah in her shell contains a liquid lie. Sarah, you loved me up. (x4) Burrowed in the basement, our loss would fornicate, You would throw your eggs to cake upon my thigh. Airing in the meadow, the whites evaporate, You will turn to stain upon the wool. Eager open bullets splinter, covering the stutter that I Hold in my side, hold in my side. I want to be a man but you wouldn't let me stand, and so I Cover my side, cover my side. Hide the ghost; hide the ghost. Hide the ghost. Sarah, you loved me up. (x4) Sar-up. Sar-up. Sar-up. Sar-up. Sarup. Sarup. Sarup. Sar-up. Sar-up. Sar up. Sar up.

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released March 31, 2011

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Experimental dream folk music. Based out of Sandymush, NC.

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