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Birds were dreams, ascending,
'til morning screamed - how can it be?
Those winged things were only smoke rings,
dare I fly?
In and out, we breathe this toxic air,
they smelled a drought, brother beware,
bring the rain in that old picture frame,
dare I defy the way?
Dare I defy my way?
Bring the rain to wash me down,
bring the flood, and the next time around,
I know I'll know the way.
Next time I'll know my way.
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Memorabilia
02:56
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That mug we dug up in the yard,
a shadow box, an old guitar -
what more to be grateful for?
We line these things along the walls,
hold on tight so they don't fall,
what more to be grateful for?
I can hear it - the energy that matter brings.
There's a spirit that lives in a material thing.
A memory to make me sing.
That wood you carved along the beach,
a red moon pebble just in reach,
what more to be grateful for?
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Our Machine
04:58
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Dysfunctional, our machine,
internal parts need cleaned.
Dysfunctional, our machine,
our machine,
And it's all sadness now,
and it's all sadness now.
Where did the butterflies go?
Why am I the last to know?
Get these gears unstuck,
the time collects muck,
everything unsaid, undone,
clings to the ribs,
and the beating slows,
and the beating slows.
Where did the butterflies go?
And why am I the last to know?
I don't want to be here alone.
But it's all sadness now.
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Things That Belong Here
02:08
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I've always been a little strange - forgive me.
Sometimes, a little girl still - forgive me.
Our cafe by the window,
sunset mural art rotating,
fiery pink fog haze, early mornings,
we bring in the weather.
We clear the air -
we burn, grow things that belong here.
I've always been a little strange, and you,
you love me.
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You and Me and Ophelia
03:00
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He said, "Pretty, lets plant a garden, with your bleeding heart and my fireweed." I said, "Boss, I really must beg your pardon, I'm sure I don't know what you mean". He said "It'll be you and me and Ophelia - we can have it all. You and me and Ophelia".
He said, "my love, we could be immortal - make life out of love and watch it grow. We could write a song that keeps singing its song into the next lifetime, and if we never try then we'll never know. It'll be you and me and Ophelia - we can have it all. You and me and Ophelia - it could be you and me and Ophelia, we can have it all. You and me and Ophelia - we can have it all."
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Sex Blanket
05:43
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I see ghosts in the mirror when you brush your teeth,
and in the bottom of my coffee cup,
they lie between unsaid things, those little undead things -
sad, undead things.
I want to call you "Baby",
but the word just won't stick to the air.
Maybe I'll try, and maybe this time,
my love you'll really be there.
I want you to be -
be my sex blanket,
you told me that you'd take what you can get.
I want you to be my winter coat -
maybe I'll grow into you, or maybe I won't.
Early mornings in your bed,
try to thaw my heart and clear my head.
You give me sentimental things, experiential things -
sad, undead things.
Such sad, undead things.
I want you to be -
be my sex blanket,
you told me that you'd take what you can get.
I want you to be my winter coat -
maybe I'll grow into you, or maybe I won't.
Oh baby please don't blame me,
but baby you can't tame me,
oh baby please don't blame me,
but baby you can't tame me,
oh baby you can't tame me.
Your way is gentle,
I try to feel what I can't see through.
Boss I can't say I feel much of anything these days,
but in everything I feel I feel for you -
I want to be your sex blanket,
You know that, you know that I'll take what I can get.
I want to be your winter coat,
maybe you'll grow into me - or maybe you won't.
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Children of Woemen
04:16
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Come now, children lay your sorrows in their water's grave.
Come, prepare to seed tomorrow living for today.
Come protect your women as you would your only home,
Hold on to each other in the face of the unknown.
Words could slam like doors, could flow like water, tug like hands.
Yearning to be held and felt, but slipping through like sand.
Come now, sister lay your sorrows in their water's grave.
Come, prepare to read tomorrow living for today.
Far we fall.
Far we crawl.
Give it all -
You lived for taming monsters, saving siblings, gaining grace.
Lived by burning bridges, holding secrets, saving face.
Come now, mother lay your sorrows in their water's grave.
Come, prepare to feed tomorrow living for today.
Far we fall.
Far we crawl.
Give it all -
Far we fall.
Far we crawl.
Give it all for love.
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Sarah
04:59
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The woman is a painter,
she paints the dead to life,
the colors pouring from her beautiful blue eyes -
Sarah don't cry.
Sarah don't cry,
Sarah don't cry,
Sarah don't cry anymore.
The woman is a seer,
but broken hearts are blind,
the woman is a lover - will she ever be mine?
Will she ever be mine?
Sarah don't cry,
Sarah don't cry,
Sarah don't cry -
And the moon pulls in, just to pull away.
The ocean reaches for the shore, but it can never stay.
Sarah don't cry,
Sarah don't cry,
Sarah don't cry,
I said Sarah don't cry,
Sarah don't cry anymore.
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Religion
05:12
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Was it he who held his own tongue,
never asking where he came from?
Oh survival it can do you wrong,
oh survival it can do you wrong.
Was it me who held him all along?
Was it she who held her own tongue,
never telling where he came from?
Oh survival it can do you wrong,
oh survival it can do you wrong.
Was it me who held her all along?
She's got no salvation but this moment,
she don't have a prayer but for a song,
she's got no religion but to know what is right and what is wrong.
She knows her salvation is this -
Was it she who held her own tongue?
Was it he who held his own tongue?
Was it me who held them all along?
I've got no salvation but this moment,
I don't have a prayer but for a song,
I've got no religion but to know what is right and what is wrong.
I've got no salvation but this very moment -
I know that my blood, it is the water,
I know that my mind, it is the sky,
I know that my tongue, it speaks the truth, and without we'll die.
I know my salvation is this -
It was she who held his own tongue.
It was he who held his own tongue.
Oh survival is a living song,
but survival it can do you wrong.
Oh survival is this living song.
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11. |
sKin
03:16
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12. |
Happy Birthday
00:47
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Margaux LeSourd Seattle, Washington
As of 11/10/2023, 100% of proceeds earned through this Bandcamp page will be donated to Palestine Children's Relief Fund (50%) and Doctors Without Borders (50%) until a ceasefire is declared in Gaza.
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