1. |
not what i expected
02:07
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i know what you did.
i watched it all on a tiny
television.
i need a new fear,
one that i hear in the middle of the night.
i need a new word,
oh when will i learn?
i'm moving in a circular pattern.
and i'm finding
under every rock is a mass of insects,
crawling.
and i'm a big bird, with raging hunger,
i can't control myself.
but i get anxious,
return to my nest,
and eat absurd amounts of hot chips.
i know what you did.
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2. |
spitting images
01:17
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your image of androgyny
is rotten, but i'm still swallowing.
it's feeding me, depleting me,
of self esteem, eternally.
my head on a different body
got me fucked up, but it ain't no party.
invitational, sensational, but it's so goddamn
unattainable.
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3. |
what do you dream of?
03:09
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what do you dream of?
a queerer picture?
accurate mirrors?
trying to figure what i want,
i can't remember,
it's hard to remember.
life is a cycle of weeks and weekends,
i am weak and
getting weakened.
pressing my hands together,
i am weak and
getting weakened.
what do you dream of?
what can i do about
what you dream of?
what can i do?
what do you dream of?
a queerer picture.
accurate mirrors.
trying to figure what i want,
a queerer picture
a queerer picture
life is a cycle of weeks and weekends,
i am weak and
getting weakened
life is a cycle of weeks and weekends,
i am weak and
getting weakened.
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4. |
twangy
02:17
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walkin thru my head,
a winding hall of feeling.
i can't read my own map,
i think we lost it.
left out overnight,
all of my fruit is overripe
and swinging low,
a stunted growth,
tiny slivers of what my hands can hold.
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5. |
on the ride home
01:03
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you've got
a favorite view on the ride home,
when we lose
service on our phones.
i like
the comfort when we are curled up,
you're bright,
got all the words
that i don't.
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7. |
59
01:40
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tripping over the same strip of carpet,
every morning at 3, just like i planned it.
wrapping tightly, the same strip of bandage,
59 inches.
my body fits perfect.
the world is strange today
every day
the world is strange.
i bundle up and leave the windows open.
we paint our nails, and then watch them chipping.
like drinking water while i'm pissing,
every act has a purpose and it's missing.
the world is strange today,
every day
the world is strange.
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8. |
riveriveriveriver
03:24
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please don't
hanging out
is not enough
i gotta go.
bought food
left it out
it gets cold
much like i do.
walked down
four times today
to the river bank
i wash away
too much time
slip on my shoes
can't decide
if it's too far down
we got this far
we might as well
walk
you and i
are just tiny
disturbances
in the pattern of things.
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leor miller's fear of her own desire New Haven, Connecticut
i was lost and then i found myself and now i'm lost again.
new album "eternal bliss now!" out now
on Candlepin Records.
currently in new haven, ct
she/her
millerleor@gmail.com for inquiries
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