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Bannister in Bloom
02:41
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Glow
06:58
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I was buried ten and three in the bowels of the hill lined with walnut trees. The growing came like Saturn and his baby boy - crying, while devoured, “I will always love you.”
Call down the rafters open where the eaves stop. The glow comes again what a feeling in the end. Or leave, I don’t care. I’ve been seventeen too long.
Young gardens to grow by my home.
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Radiator
06:19
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My flesh began to fail me as I crawled through the wall. I felt fingers brush my clothes.
Go to sleep counting the holes in your skin, where the world stops and you begin. The kitchen fan is twirling, the window sees the moon.
Picked the bones inside me, melted the tendons slowly. Destroyed the mind.
Go to sleep counting the ceiling’s teeth. Empty sockets over and you beneath. The kitchen fan is twirling, the window sees the moon.
Sit up straight, don’t draw in the margins. The radiator needs bleeding.
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World on Wire
07:21
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The past is thin but still lets me in, a bright wander back where I begin. The halls are deep and longer when I sleep. New floorboards one by one.
I climb behind the rafters realign and vessels pump me through the storyline. I can’t go wrong the walls move me along.
Queen of the attic, all locked away, your bannister blooms. This holy jungle, lithe and waking up the greenlimbs. All the bruises heal.
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Dissolve
05:14
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I see your face forever. It never stops.
Do not dissolve me, fill my lungs.
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This World Is Alluring
05:39
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We leave ourselves climbing down to the endless evenings inside all around. We leave our memories in oceans black - swim towards the light in the battered shack.
Oh if you should ever need me I’ll be on the street sharp in a dream. Fifteen fires in the evening, it’s a long way home from here.
These soft days and fluorescent nights, too late to bother with getting it right. Your body knows me, its simple style. Wait in the golden hour until it’s gone.
All the rooms we tore apart and the times we spent in dark. With our eyes up high and the flashlights flying. So here we lie tonight again on an island with a friend in a darkened room where the shadows bloom.
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Lycia
05:24
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Below the hills a wander where the grasses grow wild. Off the road we strayed, the sun dozed, we laid in loops of dust.
One long day closes in a glow. The body rebels and breaks and little pieces are planted all over. Night-time swells draw us in on stilts over the sea.
Fall asleep along the hall beside the yellow room. Rebuild this atticmind: the glow that grows beneath my bones.
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I walked for an age am coming back for more. A power in the steeple chased me underneath the floor. I love to be told my soul is in the garden reaching for the branches like the old days.
I didn’t mean to come this way but you’ve already gone. The walk of evil is a wondrous one, machine milled in every world and I can see both hands. My roof is in the arbor: I pulled it back and found a silver rocket from the moon.
What you see is what you prove. None for me all for you. Alone in the summer when the evenings never cool down.
I want a piece of August and a window on pulleys inching up and down. I see the cobwebs grow, I see a life alone in the lingering haze of eons. Your tangled lullaby, my imaginary sky. You’re belle and beast to me, I’m writhing in the leaves. It’s getting cold outside, I see a dimming sky. Hold me upside down till the trees look right.
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Dancing Attendance
03:50
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You hear that part that sounds like paper? That's actually the animal's skin, but the skin dries out.
We have a frame inside us to hold our bodies.
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Windowsills
05:34
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Hold me, the walls angle and night is too often when the wicked wheel turns. But in the end I may leave you. Come away and light up golden wires.
Oh love, we have built a home together in summers a wilderness ago. When the fall leaves bleed down and scab along the ground we will bury bits of every name we know.
Your face is bathed in light, windowsills are warm, ghosts have come. Another green world curled by the wall east of who we are.
Evenings to wander above the city glows through the night. On our way back cut the hillside. Come away.
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Kitchen Fan is Twirling
02:11
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Peter Adams Cincinnati, Ohio
I've been writing and recording music since 2004.
In that time I've released four
albums. I typically record all the parts myself, and combine acoustic recordings with digital and analogue instruments and processing.
Over the years I've worked in Philadelphia, Chicago, and Cincinnati, where I currently reside.
You can reach me via email at peteradamsmusic@gmail.com.
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