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Jenny (Breathe)
04:28
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Plug yourself in when you wake
Drink a cup of coffee for tradition’s sake
Spend the day wielding a knife
Whittle wood until the sun escapes the sky
And breathe, breathe
I promise that the air down here is clean, clean
I promise that the air down here
Oh, Jenny
Anaesthetise, cut back the skin
Reset the software with a safety pin
Jettison the years that held you down
Head below the water until you nearly drowned
So breathe, breathe
I promise that the air down here is clean, clean
I promise that the air down here
Oh, Jenny
Breathe, breathe
I promise that the air down here is clean, clean
I promise that the air down here
Oh, Jenny
Jenny, there are as many worlds as minds here to perceive them
They say that you’ve got changing hands and I believe them
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2. |
Remember
04:16
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Square-eyed girl in the modern world
Bright lights and cacophonous noise
I’ve got a mind like a shopping centre food court
If there’s a sky, she’s got a name I can’t recall
I wanna love you but I’m only semi-present
And even then I’m evanescent
The suit of armour sits so heavy, moves so loud
To protect the flesh underneath the shroud
How do you remember everything?
How do you remember everything?
How do you, how do you, how do you
Remember everything?
Hot hands hold tight to cold metal
Back down atop the roof of a train
Shooting throughout a mobius strip underground
I may never see the sky again
How do you remember everything?
How do you remember everything?
How do you, how do you, how do you
Remember everything?
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3. |
Therapy
03:52
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My body lit up like a specimen
I’m spacing further out than usual
Do scented candles count as medicine?
The dress that fits and makes me beautiful
You say you wanna be an item
I say I want one in my hand
I wanna be held like the object of your love
High in supply, high in demand
I’m going to therapy
I’m praying in a church
I’m waiting in a hospital
I’m gonna stay here til it doesn’t hurt
Comfort found in the material
As real and solid as a rock
I need something that I can count on
I need a calculator, I need a clock
I need to tell the world a story
I need a place to write my name
I need to show you I am worthy of your love
I need something that can hide my shame
I’m going to therapy
I’m praying in a church
I’m waiting in a hospital
I’m gonna stay here til it doesn’t hurt
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4. |
Echo
03:49
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If wine is liquid courage
Then coffee is liquid hope
I write some more tragic bullshit
And then I wash my mouth with soap
I wish that I had a baby
I wish I had a better memory
I wish that emotions came on like equations
But I’m plagued by melodies
And so I catch them in my head
And my heart and my hands and my legs
There’s a well from my throat to the tip of my toes
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep, dark, and wet
And I echo, I echo, within myself
Somebody save me
I echo, I echo, within myself
Somebody save me
I banish all the mirrors from my house
I put tape on the webcams too
I don’t wanna catch myself around here
Around here there’s just no room
Most things I can’t remember
Some things I can’t forget
There’s a well from my throat to the tip of my toes
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep, dark, and wet
And I echo, I echo, within myself
Somebody save me
I echo, I echo, within myself
Somebody save me
I echo, I echo
Somebody save me
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5. |
Holy Water
04:01
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A statue on the shoreline
A half-submerged Atlantis
A body inside a body
A wetness within a wetness
I run myself a bath
I enter into to it slowly
I am not a praying woman
But this water’s feeling holy
I try my best to be present
I try my best to be here
I try my best to be present
I try to not disappear
I try my best to present
I try my best to exist
I try my best to exist
What more can I do than this?
What more can I do than this?
Lavender smells like almost every feeling that I’ve known
Piercing through the strata to the centre of the stone
I’m coarse but I am sensitive, I do and I do not love me
I think crying is beautiful, especially when it’s ugly
I try my best to be present
I try my best to be here
I try my best to be present
I try to not disappear
I try my best to present
I try my best to exist
I try my best to exist
What more can I do than this?
What more can I do than this?
What more can I do than this?
I hold my body like a fist
What more can I do than this?
What more can I do than this?
What more can I do than this?
Cold ceramic against my wrist
What more can I do than this?
I try my best to be present
I try my best to be here
I try my best to be present
I try to not disappear
I try my best to present
I try my best to exist
I try my best to exist
What more can I do than this?
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6. |
Home
05:52
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An acrid taste inside my mouth
So much we’ll never figure out
In the meantime I make my home inside a system
I build a body like a house
The scent of perfume on my wrist
It hasn’t always been like this
Sometimes I fear that it’s too easy to forget
A time before the ambergris
But this is now
And this is home
And home is all I’ve ever wanted
Home is all I’ve ever wanted
The touch of your hand on my breast
She who hatched out of no less
Than five thousand and five hundred tiny eggs
The blue inside a robin’s nest
The look of love you give to me
Sometimes I struggle to believe
That the woman who you lay your eyes on
Ever found a way to be
But this is now
And this is home
And home is all I’ve ever wanted
Home is all I’ve ever wanted
I love it when you say you miss me
I love to be someone you’d miss
And I love it when our lips meet
To be the kind of woman that you’d kiss
The sound of my voice in your ear
I wonder who it is you hear
And if you can discern the beating of my wings
The nutrients inside a tear
But this is now
And this is home
And home is all I’ve ever wanted
Home is all I’ve ever wanted
And this is now
And this is home
And home is all I’ve ever wanted
Home is all I’ve ever wanted
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7. |
Nervous Poetry
04:04
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The vessel I’m in, the form that I take
Feels like something born at the bottom of a lake
Oh nervous poetry, how you tire me out
You tire me out, you tire me out
You tire me out
Some kind of screen lives in between
The me that’s the ghost and the me the machine
Oh nervous poetry, how you tire me out
You tire me out, you tire me out
You tire me out
I wanna give her, I wanna give her what she needs
I wanna meet her, no matter what the speed, what the speed
I try discern between resistance and malfunction
Is this benign or are you trying to tell me something?
Oh nervous poetry, how you tire me out
You tire me out
You tire me out
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8. |
Inside
04:19
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I want something that I can’t have
To be a knife held in the kindness of your hand
I ache aloud inside a myth
To be replenished by the tightness of your grip
To feel my edges slightly soften
A sense of being seen that doesn’t come by often
Show me a heart without a want
Show me a spectre with no continent to haunt
Hard times ahead
Harder still we’ve left behind
I hold your presence in my head
I conjure something of you, inside my mind
Inside, inside
Inside, inside, inside
My body changes when you’re near
You summon something with your words inside my ear
You read my body like a poem
Finding beauty but not acting like you know it
But you know it, you know it, you do
You know it, you know it, you do
Show me a heart without a want
Show me a spectre with no continent to haunt
Hard times ahead
Harder still we’ve left behind
I hold your presence in my head
I conjure something of you, inside my mind
Inside, inside
Inside, inside, inside
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9. |
Dried Petals
04:47
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These flowers bloom in me, no matter the season
Time lapse of roses sprouting in between my organs
At home in arid earth and mud beat by the rain
How do they blossom like this, somewhere so sordid?
How do I walk back to before my birth?
And bend my knees, and pluck my seed from the earth?
I need to take a deeper breath
I dream about the things that live under the dirt
Rising like springs that try to grow up from out of a mattress
Soil encrusted on the cover of my diary
Dried petals pressed between the pages of an atlas
Here you are again, oh earthen apparition
What does it mean when you appear out of the blue?
Holding chrysanthemums, holding carnations
I need to know what it is I have to do
How do I walk back to before my birth?
And bend my knees, and pluck my seed from the earth?
I need to take a deeper breath
I dream about the things that live under the dirt
Rising like springs that try to grow up from out of a mattress
Soil encrusted on the cover of my diary
Dried petals pressed between the pages of an atlas
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June Jones Sydney, Australia
Sxc When I'm Crying out now ~ the lead single off my upcoming EP 'Proximity' out Jun 7
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