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Domesticated Goddess
02:51
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I'm experiencing another great shift in my life:
the bringing of a new soul into a my hive.
I am host to a being wired silver and blue,
floating in and out of consciousness and tumbling through goo.
I'm a domesticated captivated mother goddess,
purling lace under plates as I fawn and waitress.
Lost in the halls of life once painted with gold.
Trapped between the walls of stucco, rust, and mould.
Then wam! bam! thank you ma'am.
That was it? What a scam?
Here's a tit. Damn the Man!
This nuclear reality
discourages fragility
from fucking with our industry
hence mums and babes pay penalty.
This collectively agreed upon entrapment
has mamas here in this world set up encampment.
Isolation at its best. Wearing the supermom vest,
wondering: "What's this freaky test?!"
Meanwhile,
The oh-so-opposite of dead
who's tiny form sleeps in our bed,
needs milk and love and tenderness,
not plastic things, fuck that mess.
So while she rests in recapitulation,
I ponder how to change a crumbling nation.
Families of four just can't survive much longer.
But in village life we'll all live stronger.
No matter what your past may be
extend your hand, we're family.
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2. |
Ghosts
03:48
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The beings surging through your blues, the ones next to you while you snooze, seeping ooze into your veins.
Ow! The pain.
Shadowed in the darkest dread,
creeping in the back of your head,
the beasts and ghouls of kingdom’s far,
start reinstating look there they are.
Dozens walk in double blinds,
shakin’ the structures of your minds.
You watch stunned, overtaken,
are all souls just forsaken?
Uncles, aunts, and brothers.
Genocide, Bonnie and Clyde, oh,
murders long forgotten lost and old,
seeking closure but much too tired and cold.
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3. |
Autumn
04:18
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Been thinkin' to myself.
Like the old say: "A book on a shelf."
Been thinkin' 'bout the world.
Lickin' lollipops like a little girl.
Oh, what are we?
Where are we?
Who are we, now?
Been walkin' down the street
and listenin' to the feet.
Been thinkin' 'bout the world.
Why are you all dead?
Stop.
Rowing.
That.
Boat.
In a time,
long ago,
half spinning. . .
into orbit as if
it were winning,
there existed a rat who
cowered by the cake,
waiting for the cat to call him out as a fake!
A weakling! A weirdo!
A sod! A sponge!
No matter the chase,
no matter the lunge
he’d have to decide:
to run, to hide?
There beside the chocolate filled depths
rat feels things stir
as the sun it sets.
He spies a crack
deep and crackable.
An unachievable snag?
Nope! He chomps it with his mandible.
Post-mauling,,
post-gnashing,
post-thrashing,
post-fight,
he opens up a tunnel swimming with light!
He runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs with all his might.
And as he runs, others follow, and what they find is abso
lute.
ly.
out.
of.
sight:
Its the good life!
Its the good life!
Its the good life!
Its the good life!
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Hoods
03:12
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I was,
tumbling and fumbling in a
corkscrew conch of understanding,
as the black raven grins and screeches as the drench winds
rushing over beech skimmed edges of a deep, deep lake.
Can't think about tomorrow's sake.
Can't think about tomorrow's sake.
Can't think about tomorrow's sake.
Can't think about it at all
Here come the,
hours of showers they're
rolling downtown
all around
on the streets where
the barefeets
stomp loud
as the crowd bears
all that it can.
'Till it snaps.
'Twas the last twig placed
on the back.
Woe, to the slaves of man
Woe, to the slaves of man
Woe, to the slaves of man
Woe to us all.
I can see in people's dreams.
I can, I can hear people's scream:
"Let me out!"
Go on and shout:
"Don't listen to the folk who try to get you down as die.
Don't listen to the folks who try to get you down as you cry."
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5. |
Edge
02:04
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When you standing in front of her,
she's got tears in her eyes and you just don't know what to do.
I, I beg of you
Please, please be true.
Standin' on the edge you might find
that you're losing your mind
Don't know what to say.
Don't know what to think.
Feels like I'm standing on the brink.
Just remember to blink.
Well, when you're standing in front of that ocean deep.
Wondering, wondering what she's got in her keep.
Please, please, I beg of you,
please, please be true.
Standing on the edge you might find
that you're losing your mind.
Don't know what to say
Don't know what to think.
Feels like you're standing on the brink.
Just remember to blink.
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Leila Neverland British Columbia
Singer-songwriter Leila Neverland is undeniable. Presenting her first professionally recorded and self-produced solo album Little Big Storm, due out 12/21/2021. It is all about our capacity for change. She is currently working on her next fulll-band album, and an outdoor play initiative for children. See website and IG @leilaneverland for more. ... more
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