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widest wing
02:35
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using the backyard bedroom window as a mirror
I see myself truer lookin thru
a moth circling a lamp that isn’t on
to believe so blindly in the moon
and when the dog off leash almost bites me,
on the phone with tommy
i’ll turn around, i’ll walk on home
a close call, i call you close
you teach me how to sew a tote
at the kitchen table
turn on the iron, press the seams
you offer up your widest wing
you’ve changed my life more than i knew anybody could
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good wind
02:35
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I think you’re a good friend
I could learn somethin from you
you catch me in your butterfly net
when I hit the curb,
when I sink the 8 ball,
when I look into the widened eyes of Ezekiel,
he talks of end times,
he chases a home,
says he’s never known loneliness,
always been alone
I think it’s a good wind gonna blow
I think it’s a good wind gonna blow
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bones
03:13
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I saw it on the floor -
the way you look at them you don’t look at me no more
take me out to the back
put me down real nice and easy
just like that
do you know the kind of evil little thing that love can do?
tonight I wanna fuck someone that I love,
someone who loves me
I take the posters off the wall
I’m gonna move across the country
or down the hall
do you know the kind of evil little thing that love can do?
buried alive, you’re still breathin’
hound dog dig up bones for you
for you
for you
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be/long
03:24
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hearing you play from the other room -
surrender into missing you
I’ve missed you for so long
my guitar strings sing your song
as borders fall across another ocean
and a home hangs heavy on the tongue -
something owed, something strung
out, like a chain of marigolds
cannot be bought, not to be sold
and I pray we to live to see the fall
of every goddamned, wasted wall
o, to be
o, to belong
o, to be
o, to belong
and i chose you as family
now a glow from deep inside of me
is ripe for the reclaiming
a future begs renaming
to give despite the taking
to let go of it all
may we land somewhere soft
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eleanor
01:38
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eleanor,
what lies at the heart of fear?
you are a window and a mirror
the neighborhood dog is drinking from the hose
and i don’t have the answer but i might not need it
one block more, cut-off jeans in your truck bed
the need for motion, and of nest
for protection, and of rest
eleanor,
what lies at the heart of fear?
you are a window and a mirror
eleanor,
what lies at the center of belonging?
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prayer
02:50
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hemlock
swamp-raised, ATX/chicago-based, phone-fi post-folk
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(heart archive)
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hemlocksounds@gmail.com
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xo,
carolina
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