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Aspen
03:37
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One year down
I would dare anyone
to pin it to their coat
violet town
by the dam, brittle shell
the mountain
bereft by a tiny ravine
and oh the sweet incline
white wash, black ice
white winking black diamonds
waver at the summit
and below on back to you
wine soaked eyes
in a cognac garden
an awning, ornate
in an ivy bound dream
and oh you’re lovely there
one foot through my windowsill
wild lavender at my doorway
holy smoke!
filling up the avenue
the clutter we burnt in my yard
orchards groan
with the weight of oranges
how a pine leans
with the weight of what’s
blossomed and been
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2. |
Haus
04:13
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In this house
crown of eaves
wool and ash clot the stairs
marzipan, gold and reed
calico for a bed
lay with me
in this house
funeral wreaths guard the doors
touch our heads
sing to me
in the yard
elderflowers
coming down in
soft spring showers
edelweiss
vine obscures
the open gate
in this house
marble sink
choke and spit
oil grit
milky lines on a glass
hold it here
who was that?
lay with me
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3. |
Hotel Interstate
02:21
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What I’ve got
I will give it to you
no mountain top
carries the weight that I do
you call up
from a hotel interstate
and offer something more
gold and song and
probably forevermore
what happens
to the books and the friends
when we decide
to bring it all to an end?
the former
easy to divide, I guess
but how can I be sure
when you offer
probably forever
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4. |
This Paradise
04:10
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He comes to me
wrapped up in laurel leaves
ginger filigree, paradise
and the light in his eye
leads me to my knees
through the lilies, under limes
he holds it up for a bite
we lean into an ocean sprite
and the lines on his palms
seems a pretty good life
tell him I was beautiful
tell him I was cold
and nothing else
to the divine
paradise
this paradise
give it to me
and you’ll
tell him I was beautiful
tell him I was cold
and nothing else
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5. |
I Held Back The Hair
03:46
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Your two hands
white fish in a bowl
strange to touch
and hard to hold
my two eyes
are a bitten dog’s
wild in alarm
dark and soft
in the back streets
I held back the hair
of a retching friend
for the residents there
then on your birthday
I took vinegar and bread
watching you eat
from the smoke filled stairs
what have I become?
say it to me
on an ordinary night
as the row boats sleep slowly
on discreet, connecting wires
as a flooding of the light
am I hard to navigate?
is it strange to find?
what have I become?
say it to me
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6. |
Chasing The Dog
02:26
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Chasing the dog once more
holiday home, Alison
what does he want? I thought
top of the mount and the sun?
leaving the house unlocked
hanging a tie on an open door
where did he find the nerve
pulling a vile from an open chest
I’m going away
be kind to me
when I’m close to you
I’ll get close to her too
paving the old garden
pulling the fern
and the baby birch
one for the sisters first
cover my own with the barley dirt
I’m going away
be kind to me
when I’m close to you
I’ll get close to her too
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7. |
Every Time
03:43
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Every time you come around
wild oat bristles in the yard
and the kettle huffs a sigh
curtains bow and chairs collide
as we take the evening air
wattles fizz in Camden Square
take the garden, I don’t mind
silverbeet and tamarind
and the cat and her kin
soon I’ll rattle at your doorway
I’ll give you the what for
have the furniture removed
silver knives and jammy jewels
pull the lock from the sill
every time you come around
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And another summer goes
and it takes with it
all the love
that I have to give
to another shore
the cold really settling in
how bittersweet
and how lovely
that I could forget with the head
and the heart this time
oh, the village was summoning
with the silent yards
and the evergreens over tennis courts
left me bored as a middle child
your bones really settling in
how bittersweet
and how troubling
that I could forget with the head
and the heart this time
and then I’m at your doorway!
kicking the plants
telling you how come
I could bring it alive
with a handful of dandelions
your face barely taking it in
how menacing
and how horrid
that you could forget with the head
and the heart this time
how will I get that high?
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9. |
Two Children
05:44
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You have two children
down south, by the bay
they live with their mother
in a small and polite estate
I have no children
no sons of my own
no budding daughters
as far as I know
once in a while
they come into your house
a rampage of ribbon
trapped moths
and delighted tales
I’m thanking the gods
for the hidden champagne
thanking the gods
for the type of love we…
I just want that
to hold to your hand
stand at your door
called to your table
out by the border
and reeling a line
catching our meal
with that fisherman’s gait
while I’m
perched at the curtains
or feeding the fire
thumbing through closets
too long is the wait
it’s too...
switching the seasons
I come to your side
tilting my head
to the slope
of a steep incline
just open your arms
and gather me in
my brow
to your chest
just too long is the wait
it’s too...
will I bare children
or reap ready-mades?
the tiniest versions
of your hands and my face
raise them in cities - compete for the light or
flee to the mountains
to study the air and what’s left?
will they sleep still
in the crook of my arms
outgrow their coats
sprouting dangling legs
and throats
and then once in a while
they’ll come into the house
a rampage of ribbon
a rampage
I just want that
to hold out my hands
gather them in
called to my table
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10. |
Jessica
03:54
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Jessica, half asleep
answers the door
wearing your shirt
turns to walk
into the kitchen
learning your home
and cupboard provisions
I don’t know
I think she’s kind
Jessica, came into your bed
let herself fall asleep at the end
why can’t you love her
with her hair down like that?
helplessly she cries to me
but I don’t know anything
give me a man
I’ll make up a reason to leave
Jessica, holds your head
under her skirt
and asks you to stay there
would it take very much
just make up a reason
make it a good one
I don’t know anything
if you make up a reason
I’ll make up a reason
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Lucy Roleff Melbourne, Australia
Lucy Roleff is a classically trained, folk musician from Melbourne.
"The focal point
of Roleff’s music is, of course, her voice: this quavering, rather deep husk, that has the blunt European tongue of singers like Nico and Sibylle Baier"- Happy
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