1. |
Trust?
07:20
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give love to your children
give love to your sisters
give love to your partners
give them nothing to fear
give love to your children
give love to your sisters
give love to your partners
give them trust.
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i never seem to be physically present when i’m silent
or whatever you deem in line
suddenly i’m the rooms elephant when i cross the threshold
that i guess was always there
drawn so thin
but in the infared
they're on every angle of me
i can’t see
in front of my nose
there exists the constant proposal that i can’t ever
do any right on any day
but i can’t help but like you anyway
you're spitting fire and sawdust if i do anything
no matter what words i write
what noises I breathe
what words i sing
you’re quick to pounce and say i’m wrong
all along
even though i already said it
and already knew it
would have minimized the internal tension
if you didn’t jump the gun ahead it
im not creative with what really i can say
somehow i still like you anyway
you’ve somehow kept this up now unflinchingly for years
how do you go this long
how do you not get tired
its like you have no other gears in there
i’ve got no reason or desire to intentionally do anything bad
never had
yet you still frame it with me
you typify me
don’t have the time to give a fuck of any degree
that’s a game im not young enough to play
but i can’t help but like you anyway
with every onslaught
every shotgun of venom
every fracture of the spine
and every defeat
i still get back up quivering on my own two feet
pick my bloody face off of the dirty concrete
ain’t it neat
still smiling as i cry
and I'm coming back tomorrow
and I'll always return to keep trying even though
i'll be severely broken today
maybe that’s why i somehow still like you anyway
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3. |
Figure Out Me
04:49
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i think of all my best ideas right before i lose them
and if i keep them never find a proper place to use them
makes me wonder how many ideas see the light of day
or if there really are any good ideas at all
and i just blow around with all of the leaves that bother falling
and if i see you never know if i should hide or kiss you
but all my stupid flustering just makes it look like
i dismiss you
then you walk away again
and i start missing you
and fall back off these creature legs
remember back to when i was egged up
some day this damn old body will wake up
and chill the fuck out, I know it can
still sometimes swim inside the existential kiddy pool
watching my returning saturn taking its time, acting so cool
one single velcro texture i've never done well to adhere to
i struggle to feeling anyone
within my own hemisphering view
every now and then i’m chained again
by a little nonsense fear in blue
i’ll bite the bullet while it bites me back the same
suddenly i’m launched headlong into
another head film, another tongue game
similar to all the ones
i was made to play when
well
i guess you know what happened then
am i just crazy
am i just lazy
am i just maybe
pushing up a single daisy
am i decieving
am i recieving
if i look like i’m grieving
that’s just how i look believing
are we just out of tune
why don’t we take a few and
i’ll figure out me
and you figure out you
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4. |
Drawing On Yr Skin
03:24
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a cold winter's afternoon will find us here in cloudlight
i become the only one in hours that moves
i still feel your chills
i fed you your pills
i ask you what you need right now
you just sigh
we hear the gentle sounds of rain on windows everywhere
i get up for a second to fetch you a drink
and you look up at me
let out a soft squeak
at least i'm getting something for the time
i whisper softly little words of love and rhyme to you
i draw a little flower on your cheek on other side
a small kiss like a mouse's hair
on either side with a mother's care
if only both our mothers ever cared
the times we have these kind of days where we lie motionless
where all the world moves way too quick and asks too much from us
i'm so proud you're still here
despite all of your fears
you really are as strong as i have always believed you are
drawing on your skin
gently stroking quiet curves
im drawing on your skin
where it was red yesterday
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5. |
Glimmers
02:34
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6. |
Pixie's Intro - Shrouds
01:03
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7. |
Nervous Little Pixie
06:06
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all things move so quickly
why don’t they stay
where i can play
this nervous little pixie
hurts far too much to fly
talking without speaking
can’t do more at this time
at least i have stuffed animals
who understand
tugging at my many strings
i don’t know where the ends meet
i find it fun to tie the knots
i’m constantly undoing
can’t remember how to sleep
can’t forget the words you said
everything’s too
overstimulating to me
and the cold's my only cradle
finding comfort in losing all my senses
just a starfish in a hugging motion
i’ll come and cling to you
you’ll do for a while
all things seems so easy
to people that are far from me
this nervous little pixie
cannot reach very high
do i say the write thing
it’s hard to tell on most days
fearing that all i know and love will leave me
how do things so pretty be so very frightening
looking in your eyes I see no galaxies
i’m hearing voices and one too many choices
i disappear into the world under my blanket
and my daymare visions get more vivid
is my chest growing or is my heart failing
what if i lost everyone i know today
where would i turn
what would i say
and all i am is sound
clouds of molten scarlet crashing into orange
i shiver when you touch me this way
i breathe so hard
everything inside is turning grey
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8. |
Getting Too Old
07:36
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No matter who i am
cant keep up with the moving van
the circuts are bugged and the switch won't stay on
and i just can't be damned
no matter how i act
i never seem to fit the terms of my contract
they’ve told me that a woman shouldn’t be like me
and that i’ll never be one
just a god given fact
and i’m way too young to be getting too old for everything
and i’m way too young
its become quite a comforting feeling
no matter what i say
they still stay furious at me everyday
never matters how hard i work anymore
as long as they have their way
no matter how i breathe
i can’t seem to melt the frozen cave beneath
if i shiver it could be i’ve still got loose pine needles
hanging on inside of me
no matter where i walk
i’ll never find the place where it all stops
where i can knock upon it’s door and say
yeah i still need more rest am i allowed to come in again
no matter how hard i fight
they’re still keeping the same dumb shit alive
seems like no matter how they see
they still can’t grow up past the age of five
and i’m way too young to be getting too old for everything
and i’m way too young that's what old people are always telling me
and i know where i stand
and i know the name of my favorite strand
i had to escape to find these truths
ive stopped waiting for them to understand
no matter how i sleep
i have premonitions always cutting my soul deep
memories of the bits of a good life that i wish i had
as a single entity
no matter what i look for
i never feel like anyone wants me anymore
or if i ever want anything or anyone in turn
so i just lay down on the floor
no matter who i am
cant keep up with the moving van
it’s hard to hope like i used to
too used to my spirit getting crammed
and i’m way too young to be getting too old for everything
and i’m way too young i dare you to make me feel anything anymore
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9. |
I'm Looking
06:53
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I'm looking for someone
who has run away to hide
but in her time of leaving
she left herself behind
She's so full of the love
and joy that she once had
and in my journey
I hope that she's learning
she can feel loved again
We haven't seen how much we've done
or all the things we've overcome
how much we find it peaceful
so very far from there
To see her dancing
arms stretched out towards the wind
We never thought we'd win
we never thought we'd find others of our kin
I'm looking for someone
that I know I can find
and soon I will be
no longer left behind
and so full of the love
and joy once again
and in our journey
we'll still be learning
its far from the end.
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Dani Lee Pearce Denver, Colorado
nb trans songwriter orignally from the west coast
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