Bodysongs

Tracklist + Lyrics:

1. Lawn Knives

   we all cut close
   and snip snip snip
   i'm a woodland nymph
   take off your clothes
   and lie in the blades of grass
   we all cut close
   to our sunburn sideburns
   crackle crackle flake
   let no one know

2. End of Days

   you have to do these things for yourself
   i'm bound by stranger feelings

   if voices tell me to act it out
   i just won't bother listening

   you have to do these things for yourself
   i can't help much past raising
   your booster seat on the pyre while you heave through your flute for me

   you have to do these things for yourself
   my mind is odd and fevered

   if voices tell me to act it out
   the question's "how or never?"

   you have to do these things for yourself
   the animals are watching
   i feel the wind that comes when you say it's the end of days

3. Decimate Everything

   break your records
   burn your clothes
   we will not grow old if we decimate everything

   shave your haircut
   smash your glasses
   we will not grow old if this cold feeling passes

4. Morning Bath

   i dont know how you work
   i'd ask but you're not sure
   i dont know how you look
   in the mirror while heaving now

   i dont know how you work
   some fevers have a cure
   your mouth's a gauzy blur
   in the mirror while heaving now

   did you ever look away
   the cavity our workday made
   if you have a cruel complaint
   say it, just say it

   did you ever look away
   our office with our coffin laid
   if you wish that things would change
   say it, just say it

   the cavity our habits made

5. Boring Horror

   that's not what your body said
   "i'm a dried out orchid stem"
   that's not what your body said
   over and over and over again

   that's not what your body said
   and you know its dialect
   that's not what your body said
   over and over and over again

   ill be your boring horror
   ill be your glorious mirror
   i don't know how you look away

   i'll be your boring horror
   your glowing black chimera 
   ill hold this scaffold right in place

   that's not what your body said
   "i'm a castle carved in flesh"
   that's not what your body said
   over and over and over again

   that's not what your body said
   and you know its architect
   that's not what your body said
   over and over and over again

6. Wombstone

   you were yourself while your flesh was nimble
   but the brain has a way of stumbling into
   corners and caverns 
   and red spattered patterns
   till you 
   undo

   you were yourself in your skin womb shaking
   knit in varicose veins your whole body was naked
   collapsed on the slab we're
   awaiting the hour

   when 
   you undo

   like a baby barely awake
   eyes as empty as urinal cakes
   i figured maybe, anyway
   empty is our merriment

7. Wrinklecarver

   i don't want to live without it
   i don't want to think about it 
   i don't want to feel my skin unlace its skates

   i don't want to chew my tooth chips
   i just want to boil the head till
   its sparkling and see through like 
   we'd hoped we were

   what a weary way we fall
   we're as old as emeralds

8. Eat Sun, Son

   never felt so warm but your womb is a mountaintop
   never felt so warm till your veins emptied over me 
   you could not have known that the sky opens up with this
   blessed wonder
   my gingerly moving limbs
   we're going under
   the grass starts to dance and swim

   never felt so warm till the flames of gehenna licked
   never was forlorn that's the way that we operate
   a demon and a god are now raging inside
   of your sacred fever
   your gingerly bound restraints
   you're going under
   split lips hiss the songs of saints

9. Alabaster Bodyworlds

   i've seen my pale limbs mummified in infernal fridges
   wax paper, foil and plastic wrap hold fast their hinges
   i've seen my face in shadowed lines
   in a six-foot pool of ashes
   i've seen my kidney
   huddled next to the spleen of a sixty year old priest

   i've seen my veins strain to be seen in plastinate noblesse
   das kapital continues on well after cell death
   i've seen my hair coiled in the grass
   of a ditch in Strathcona County
   i've seen the oily underpass
   where the third search party found me

   so come back down...
   we have graves
   in the dirt
   so come back down

   so, no?

10. Early Birthday

    shrouded in snow pale as the morning star
    your little flesh scarf sewn by your belly's arms
    your boiling brain and the stove of your art
    bubbling over black on the shattered glass

    we all have time! i doubt it
    you'll be just fine! i doubt it
    suspended in amber, surrounded 
    by the lives you never wanted but you lost

    it's what it is
    that's what it is
    it's what it is
    little membrane between the things we've been

    shivering cold, upright and frightened dumb
    the pulp and wet fruit slip as your fingers numb
    no design in the rope just a shriek and a moan
    disembodied prayers for a life alone