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Animal
03:09
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Animal
This box was made for trinkets, not for people
Lift up the lid, this tented roof, and take a look
I'm a lab rat in a maze made from bad days
Collected dust, drafts and unread books
This is the church and this is the steeple
The bell's been silent all day long
They stole the money out of the collection box
And the holy water from the baptismal font
There've been talks about locking the front gate
There've been talks about killing the choir
We'll go to great lengths to protect what's ours
And if absolutely necessary we'll set it on fire
I can invite you in if you're a spirit
I can invite you in if you're hellbent
But all the furniture and floor is thick hot lava now
And flames are nourishment
My compass has been tampered with
It got hot and it melted and it runs down the pulpit's side
Now i dive deep into the bathtub of my frontal lobe
Looking for a ride
I promised you a pretty poison garden
In a dream much too earnest for the confessional
I’ll come up with better lies for the blackmailer's entertainment
Noone knows better how the truth is ever so flexible.
Where are we going, animal?
We're going nowhere, we are nowhere
We are nothing this is now
Where are we going, animal
We're going nowhere, we are nowhere
This is nothing this is how
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Circumnavigation
04:09
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Circumnavigation
We talked about poison that year
At parties, quietly joking about hemlock
We cross stitched initials of toxins on napkins
and wiped our sugary mouths
We circumnavigated this open door
We levitated casually every time the floor was lava
It hardened when winter started
We walked barefoot on these grounds
We drank it all
We spit it all out
Fuck your anonymous calls
Your clouds in the shape of clouds
Backs to the wall
We broke and that’s how we grew proud
We drank it all
We spit it all out
The blood came rushing back into my limbs
Sitting naked under the bathroom lights
Mirroring gestures our former selves acted out warmly
With upbeat confidence
I sing a song through the vents
Holding on to the pipes
The warm spider veins of this house
You wait for the offbeat in every sentence and i whisper
With eloquent ignorance
Winking flirtatiously
At the penultimate evil
The graciously peaceful
The hot-headed emptiness
You in your late twenties
I spit it all out
Bathe me in anything sweet and alive
Can i rent this one corner of your beehive
I need space for my spouse and twenty kitchen knives
And a desk space with natural light
Like a fire out back where my sisters are burning
These men’s miserable lives
Like a fire out back where my sisters are burning
These men’s miserable lives
I renegotiated terms of endearment and service
Slow motion shots of each small nervousness
Precursors to falling head first into this mess
And digging ourselves out
I was a terrible friend up until the end
I am a bearable blend of loose end and godsend
Let me pretend I don’t break
I don’t bend
I don’t fake
I intend
To laugh and transcend
I had an ear piece hanging from my lobe like a footnote
Wrapped in yet another ill-fitting coat
Stuck a finger out and stuck it onto a spinning globe
Where it lands i can not afford to go
We drank it all
We spit it all out
Fuck your anonymous calls
Your clouds in the shape of clouds
Backs to the wall
We broke and that’s how we grew proud
We drank it all
We spit it all out
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Mistakeism (Treehouse Version)
I’m gonna be the girl in the box
The magician's assistant
Dismembered every night by a bunch of foul tricks
Thinking next year in the presidential election
Maybe i can vote for the mighty rat king
I connect the bullet holes and see no picture
Way too many bullet holes to begin with
Got this elaborate plan not to belong anywhere
But i am stuck in a shoe box at the end of the street
My new religion is strict mistakeism
A rule book of close calls and near misses
In a month or two i could be the high priestess
But i'll be gone watching things burn from a distance
Got here wearing a coat made from other people's fingers
I’ll exit wearing nothing but my own soft shell
Maybe i could be a hermit or a snail if i want to
As long as i look like a gazelle
Got stuck on a guilt trip on board of a friendship
I forgot who i was floating down the canal
As an iceberg breaking into smaller and smaller pieces
I am aging as an act of rebellion
Taking up space is my first million
I am collecting your unpopular opinions
Got them locked away to protect the civilians
It's not my job to proof i am resilient
I was sold night terrors as light errors
Terrified of settling down and sleeping
Tell me i'm not the only one
Always checking twice
If the sleeping ones are still breathing
Wouldn't hold my breath I won't choke on being broke
With a cracked heart and a shattered jaw bone
Gotta be an escape artist to break the glass ceiling
If it's all six sides of the aquarium
It’s all six sides of the aquarium
It’s all six sides of the aquarium
It’s all six sides of the aquarium
Tell me it’s not all six sides of the aquarium
I think it might be all six sides
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Disneyland
03:09
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Disneyland
Get me a pen and a clipboard and some graph paper
Let’s make a list of things we tend to forget
You can thank us later
Before i dress in distraction
Before you dress in a pretty phrase
I need to remember what’s important
Before the billboard swallows my face
I think we can all agree that we need remedies
For diseases separating our hearts from our brains
You know you might be the answer to my wishes and some more
What if what i wish is not what i want but what they told me to wish for?
How should i know the answers to what ifs and the maybies
We can’t let the pressure to pin this down bring us to our knees
Now we can go for the good story or the safe option
I want the intersection of Disneyland and self destruction
I think we could be compatible if it’s temporary
I think if we’re reasonable enough to keep it all together
We will know that absolutely nothing lasts forever
But if we’re smart enough we could be pretty fucking happy
Don’t underestimate sisterhoods
Don’t underrate blood brothers
We need families with no connections to our forefathers
We need to talk until our heads hurt to understand
It’s okay if i take all of you if they tell me just to take your hand
It’s okay if we crash when we fall
To grab life by the balls
Because it’s our minds that need a change
Not our legs and chests and hip bones
I think you should be on my team
I think you know what I mean
If you want a fraction of this Forever
You can have it with me
I think we could be compatible if it’s temporary
I think if we’re reasonable enough to keep it all together
We will know that absolutely nothing lasts forever
But if we’re smart enough we could be pretty fucking happy
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All Caps (Grounded Version)
We were driving down from mercury when the radio broke
You were such a goddamn long way from home
I kicked the dashboard hard 29 times and turned every knob
For a second there was static until there was not
I never saw so many stars at night when i still lived on earth
Nobody down there tells you being lost out here's got its perks
Sat by the side of the road to take a breath
Told you sometimes i dream that your ribcage caves in on your heart
And i wake up in a cold sweat
I suppose this is what you get
When you train your brain to be an acrobat
And the last thing i ever said to you was your name in all caps
I’d like to meet you again at the personal space bar for a glass of lemonade
I can sit on the other side of the room with my numbers about mortality rates
Got coins for the jukebox, i heard they got some classic static
I’ll pretend that i can dance to this, it's nothing short of magic
They can say what they want bout pushing up daisies, i've been seeing a lot of you lately
Mostly in other people's faces, the ways they move through crowded spaces.
What's closer, jordan or styx?
Dive down for the heck of it
It's all just water, it's warmer than i expected
Connect, connect, connect.
And i wake up in a cold sweat
I suppose this is what you get
When you train your brain to be an acrobat
And the last thing i ever said to you was your name in all caps
In all caps.
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Spirit Week
02:59
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Spirit Week
I crash landed on the roof
Broke half my bones in the fall
I’ve been known to bend the truth
But i know i shouldn’t be alive at all
I’m in the kitchen watching you and yours
Sharpen knives, i’m in the corner by the basement door
And the floorboards creak, you look and look and look
There’s life, and there’s what’s underneath
And i flood this house with bad luck
I will haunt you until you die
I will hug you goodnight
I won’t let you out of sight
I’m going to have a great time
I’m in the crawlspace, I am so out of line
Collect your hairs from the shower drain one by one
Make myself a tiny you
Feed it with pushpins and angel food
Despite all things inexcusable
Lemon seed as snaggletooth
I’ll stay your forever crucible
When they all leave, it will be me and you
I will haunt you until you die
I will hug you goodnight
I won’t let you out of sight
I’m going to have a great time
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Squalloscope Vienna, Austria
Squalloscope is Anna Kohlweis, who exists as an interdisciplinary artist, illustrator, music producer, composer, singer, and songwriter based in Vienna. This is an intimate endeavour, music that wants to be sung right into your face, bubbling over with imagery and politics, every record an exercise in turning oneself inside out. What else are we here for? ... more
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