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Fairy Bites
03:42
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Paint my face a tiger, orange stripes to match the scratches
Left of my thigh sides by the children born in latches
Fairy bites on knuckles left from years of restless sleep
The old hag came with empty threats, don't bother counting sheep
A scar, a patch of fairy spit
A kiss. a dream, a sour wish
Open-ended promises
Never heard of married bliss
Forgive your lover now, to rules of romance, games of chance
Forgive 7 times, but please, no more, walk out without a backward glance
Years of nuggets, curly fries, should come as no surprise
Once the nest is full it only empties, severs all its ties
A scar, a patch of fairy spit
A kiss. a dream, a sour wish
Open-ended promises
Never heard of married bliss
I see I never made myself quite clear
I swear that I will never love you again, my dear
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The Little People
03:28
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Picking a tub of blackberries
At the tender age of ten
The Little People took me
For a visit in their glen
A lukewarm cup of juniper tea, a slice of brandy cake
Then they sent me on my way
Didn't tell me what path to take.
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Origin Prose
03:30
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Swinging so far
From your birth star
You thought you would be someone
Who could figure out when to run
But if the need arose, you could break back into your mother's house
You could absorb, effortless and true, back into that cold grey fence
Burrowing a small mound
Into the fertile ground
Never been so close
To your origin prose
But if the need arose, you could break back into your mother's house
You could absorb, effortless and true, back into that cold grey fence
Re-envisioning the end of that poem
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5. |
Snow White
03:34
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I walked into the woods
The woods walked into me
I saw a moose there
I shot him to his knees
I heard a trumpet call
The hunter's coming near
I hid beneath a tree
And skinned the big guy there
I carried that daddy moose out on a slide
Made of his very own daddy moose hide.
Are you a sharp shooter? Can you go capture her?
In my magic mirror. She is so much fairer.
I walked into the woods
The woods walked into me
I strung another arrow
As the hunter hunted me
I never miss a target
I got him in the heart
I begged the earth's forgiveness
And ripped his chest apart
I carved that hunter's heart out with my knife
He swore to the wicked queen he'd have my life
Are you a sharp shooter? Can you go capture her?
In my magic mirror. She is so much fairer.
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Fleetline Bus
02:58
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And it's been a good weekend for Jenny
Though she's ready to head back home
Paid her way on the Fleetline Bus
Paid her way for the freedom to roam
Fuzzy dice on the big bus mirror
Witness to diamonds and stones
On the necks of the dolled up passengers
Travelling light for a few days alone
Cody's selling ecstasy
Jodi is running away from home
And a man in a suit was there too
All sitting together, alone.
A short time dancing downtown
A long time waiting, still,
For night to fall and stars to blow
Up into the fires over the hill
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Interlude: Milk-Drunk
01:23
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Old Man's Beard
04:31
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A tree grows straight in Blackhead
Where none grew tall before
The winter wind was weak that year
The crow called "nevermore"
No ravens here in Blackhead
Only crows, gulls, and moose mothers
They all at once met in the road
To join the straightness of another
So long, everyone I know
I'll wrap myself in old man's beard and hide out in the snow
Fault in your feathers called the crow
As he failed to catch the breeze
Left behindwhile the others ran
To take cover in the trees
So long, everyone I know
I'll wrap myself in old man's beard and hide out in the snow
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Barbed Wire
03:07
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Those bits of barbed wire, I could pick them out for you
your skin was milk-white, once - soft and warm,
before the bits of metal invested in your limbs
they're mangled, but keeping their form.
(Stay here forever)
A mole on your left arm is home to three spikes,
from the time you tried to leave for good at fourteen,
when you leave they'll always remind you of your mother
so deep in your skin it's obscene
I remember your skin, a deer's white tail in the moonlight
the palms of your hands, a new life's colostrum
I looked forward too fast and lost sight of your face
You can't hear me, though I shout love from the rostrum.
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Scourge of Winter
01:24
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Walk forward dark lady
don't look back and spook the baby
she's watching,
drunk on the lust she saw in your eyes
go tell them all you'll now be collecting your prize:
a day in the life of the fattest faun in the forest
digesting autumn's acorns and nuts,
laying in a bed of snow and pine needles
the scourge of winter not felt by those who chose empty guts.
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Door Lock St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
We are a two member band from St. John's, Newfoundland. Cold Storage was recorded for the 2018 RPM
Challenge.
Maggie Burton:
vocals, violin
Chris McGee:
instruments, production
... more
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