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Timothy Dark - One River
01:56
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Don Rauf - Fries
03:32
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"Paint Me By Numbers"
Do unto others just what I deserve
Carpet is littered with little dead birds
Paint me by numbers or sever my nerves
Count down my fate in the stories I’ve heard
Ten blenders holding ten goldfish
Nine girls with eight Barbies
Seven brothers turned into ravens
The legs pressed together must form three diamonds
Five women cured under the scalpel
Four fish hacked on the table
The first operation’s a failure
So back to the doctor two years later
Who says a girl can’t get by on her looks
Vanitas pictures of bones and of books
What have you done
with the spoils of the hunt
A shoebox in the back of a closet
A Tiffany box wrapped up by an angel
A thump like a heart from under the floorboards
This whole installation is swimming in corpses
Ten blenders holding ten goldfish
Nine girls with eight Barbies
Seven brothers turned into ravens
The legs pressed together must form three diamonds
Five women cured under the scalpel
Four fish hacked on the table
The first operation’s a failure
So back to the doctor two years later
Can’t you remember the time we first met
Maybe you haven’t encountered me yet
Who is the falconer whose eye beholds
Death in the paintbrush you’ve captured my soul
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Nan Turner - Fading
03:02
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Trying to remove the animal from the animal.
The mess from the living,
The blood from the woman,
There’s truth you’re forgetting.
How do you try and not get wet when you’re the river,
No matter how many times you step. You are the river.
Do you love me?
Life in this dimension is a time-based art,
Plot is a convention of the patriarch.
Go ahead and climax 'till you come apart.
No denouement - it’s your river.
Do you love me?
Can’t keep still the wild clit hightailing it to her fortune, her adventure.
You’ll make it home to bridge the distance between that vagina that you measured.
Between observer and observed
between art and the witness
between you and Meredith
between Agnes and the foreskin.
That’s one hell of a communion.
Do you Love me/ Not a Still Life at all.
You might want an envelope for the letter.
Don’t forget you are the door.
You are the key.
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Joy Askew - Identify
04:35
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A clitoris was mounted
mounted on a pin
the pin put in a jar
that jar there by the floor
The floor is rusty orange
covered with dead canary birds
I'm sipping a fresh blended gold fish drink
Filling yellow legal pads with words
I wished I were a tapeworm
Making love would be so fine
22000 sex organs
playing all at the same time
Instead I'm just hearing
a tattoo thrusting in my brain
The creaking joints of an absent lover's bed
breathing, pounding, gasping a hellish refrain
Sauvez le clitoris
Kijk hoe klein de kalkoen daaronder in deze D'Hondecoeter
Hoe wild de waterval van veren van die Pauw
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Amanda Thorpe - Blend It
03:41
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Meredith spelled “lissen!” with no ’t’
Why should we listen to she?
But everybody listens to Meredith
Meredith says we met yesterday
Not at the Camp Peaseblossom play
And everybody listens to Meredith
Meredith’s got the perfect shape
Meredith’s gold is scissors and tape
Meredith’s got me peeling her grape
And there’s no escape
Still Life With Meredith
Meredith takes what Meredith wants
Meredith teases, Meredith taunts
And everybody wants to be Meredith
Meredith can be such a flirt
It’s so easy when nothing hurts
And everybody wants to be Meredith
Meredith’s got the perfect shape
Meredith’s gold is scissors and tape
Meredith’s got me peeling her grape
And there’s no escape
Still Life With Meredith
And when I change the focus of this song
Meredith fidgets and Meredith yawns
She doesn’t get my lack of fashion
She doesn’t heat up to my passion
The itch that never satisfies
I want her jeans, I want her thighs
Like that part of Bonaparte
That moved three times and touched my heart
She’s gone now, but she’ll be back
Gotta sweep her birds and hide her dead cat…
Meredith’s got the perfect shape
Meredith’s gold is scissors and tape
Meredith’s got me peeling her grape
And there’s no escape
Still Life With Meredith
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Mia Pixley - Still Life
02:51
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The Bushwick Book Club Brooklyn, New York
We started in January 2009 playing songs written in response to Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions. We haven't stopped since. We've written & performed songs inspired by everything from "On The Origin of Species" to Dr. Seuss to Raymond Carver. There are BBCs popping up nationwide now. Bushwick Book Club Seattle started in 2010 & is run by Geoff Larson. Our nerdy dare-devilry knows no bounds. ... more
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