1. |
Bell Jar
04:44
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2. |
Ships
05:03
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“The wreck of five houses in a prominent village.” That is what the Chinook woman told them. In their journals Lewis and Clark recorded that the young woman had somehow survived, badly marked by Smallpox, her people had all died from the sickness that now scarred her face. This disease arrived with the boats from Hudson Bay, traveled along rivers and inland waters. Along with the fish and the news, the people brought this strange fever to their relatives, to those they loved. Until there was no one. Their tribe nearly decimated.
Take me down where the river meets the lake
this is her gravestone
he brought gifts and promises laced with lies
from Hudson Bay
break me into the captain’s house
built with greed, bones still standing
white tomb lies where her spirit broke
it was her death, they called it a wedding
she outlived the boats crashed into her coast
white bones in the ocean still wash up in Deadman’s Cove
marry me, bury me, specter’s eyes see through history
tame me or rename me but this is still her coast
she outlived the boats crashed into her coast
white bones in the ocean still wash up in Deadman’s Cove
take me down where the river meets the lake
this is her gravestone
he brought gifts and promises laced with lies
from Hudson Bay
break me into the captain’s house
built with greed, bones still standing
white tomb lies where her spirit broke
it was her death, they called it a wedding
I walked through the trees
crawled on my knees
laid my hands onto the shore
gave up your ring
false hopes and dreams
all the things that came before
there’s a lighthouse
where a longhouse used to be
there’s a white house
where a longhouse used to be
there’s a lighthouse
where a longhouse used to be
there’s a white house
where a longhouse
used to be...
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3. |
Foxgloves
03:56
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Flower for the heart, medicine for the dark.
Flower for the heart, medicine for the…
Rose quartz and amethyst
undo these wounds
that once defined us
a ritual of lips and when we kiss
it’s a summoning
breathe it in, the death of spring
a ghostdance this reckoning
a ritual of lips and when we kiss
it’s a summoning
meet me in the circle of trees
where we told everything to the foxgloves
a bouquet so you’ll remember me
when summer leaves us
wintering with nothing
wick in golden sap
lay your hand in my lap
hands along my thighs
in the candle light
though you’ll never come
stone and crystal bone
you left me all alone
meet me in the circle of trees
where we told everything to the foxgloves
a bouquet so you remember me
when summer leaves us
wintering with nothing
I grind belladonna
opium poppies and datura
the skin of a toad and seven rosebuds
into a red paste
taste my lover
on my tongue again
and open the sky
riding the black air
the space between
my thighs is alive
with stars and moonlight
flying ointment slick wood
and the whole world
passes beneath me
I float over you looking in
and for a moment
it’s as if we
were together
again
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4. |
Arc Eye
04:53
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5. |
Fleur Du Mal
05:08
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Sparkwood and 21
In the black lodge of my living room, red tick of alarm clock pulsing, Laura Palmer strikes like a match, setting fire to everything. Beneath a netting of medication. A sort of healing. It begins on the sofa. That’s how I know she’s here to show me something about myself. Out in those woods she’s been waiting. Beneath branches. Standing below the amber glow of owl eyes, breaking pitch with embers slow ignition. This is where I get to know her. A spark in the rain swept city. She curls her finger in my hair to make sure I’m listening. Now comes her breath on kindling. A whispered story fire walk with me my body, a curled leaf alone on the pull-out. Pill-spelled in the witching hour. In the dark between worlds. It is not a coincidence the two of us met here, where a girl’s story can fall across an entire town, like pine needles.
Root deep in the dark of me
thorns prick, blood blooming
nectar sweet and the sting of bees
this euphoric painful poisoning
bound to you through the rose moon
the first frost and a pale blue
carve me into something else
I’m only wilting
insects crawl on my sex
you left me shivering
cover me in moss and green and all your promising
by the next hunter’s moon that you’d be back for me
leave me in the dirt
watering down all of my hurt
one by one I’ll swallow pink petals
until you follow
carve me into something else
I’m only wilting
insects crawl on my sex
you left me shivering
cover me in moss and green and all your promising
by the next hunter’s moon that you’d be back for me
leave me in the dirt
watering down all of my hurt
one by one I’ll swallow pink petals
until you follow
root deep in the dark of me
thorns prick, blood blooming
nectar sweet and the sting of bees
this euphoric painful poisoning
bound to you through the rose moon
the first frost and a pale blue
The White Lodge
I dug a moonstone from the wet earth and swallowed it, tired of my convalescence. I drank it down with the mud and insects, small pebbles, debris against my teeth. I climbed the tallest tree. Edged out across its limbs. Removed my dress. Cut my hair. Watched it float down. Raven black like falling feathers weightless I watched it go. And I didn’t jump. I didn’t need to. Nor did I wait to be rescued. For there beside me a great horned owl, snow white, perched next to me saying nothing.
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6. |
Half Moon Bay
03:48
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Half Indian
an old woman laughs
I must take after
a white father
because I can pass
they say the tribes
lived along the coast
all along San Francisco Bay
driving alongside waves
I feel alone
feel home drift away
the moon hooks the sky
and I drive try to catch it
between my fingers
a crescent of white
a fight still present
Garbage Indians
the old woman told me
that’s what we called them
growing up in Monterey
the dump was on their reservation
because isn’t it always
and I bite my tongue until it bleeds
until I quiet the anger in me
and I’ll wait until I leave
Half Moon Bay
to scream into my fist
and say all the things
we are not supposed to say
to the people who are older than us
we meet on the beach
see something in the distance
past the breakers watch the waves
and wonder what is coming for us
take my hand and stand with me
the sand beneath our feet
as the tide comes to shore
on the coast things go missing
earth it quakes it shakes the shores
buried tongues of a conquered people
slip from cliffs to the sea below
look beyond the break
two whales surface
they rise and they dip
cresting from the deep
dancing with the swells
I fall in love with the distance
waves come crashing in
and they will outlive us
tell me of the bones
that are buried on the beach
like the blood that beads
will rise from the sea
tell me we are whales
cresting from the deep
tell me all the things
we can’t touch, not out of reach
on the coast things go missing
earth it quakes it shakes the shores
buried tongues of a conquered people
slip from cliffs to the sea below
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7. |
Wolves
03:51
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Wolves
Sightings have been rising. We’re full of fear and the sheep have gone missing.
We’ve been hungry tracking a new scent.
Now that we’ve gone, they’ve found their way back home.
Take away the stars and the moon, they all point to you.
A pack of wolves was starving, now they’re in the supermarket and the city streets.
We roam, and hunt, we dance until dawn.
I hope they stay/ I hope we stay gone.
Here we are howling, howling, howling at the moon
we’ve come to feast, we’ve come to ruin you
hear us now howling, howling howling, at the moon
the streets are ours nothing belongs to you
here we are howling, howling, howling at the moon
your time is done, these fangs our only truth
hear us now howling, howling, howling at the moon
your bones licked clean, the sky is black and new
we swam through the river, up the coast
to the shore, we climbed up the mountain,
to the crest, crossed the moor
Fight back she called to us, spring the traps under moon’s guidance
protect this pack and the rest of us we’ll eat the ones who tried to cage us
We burned the woods. There’s nothing left.
We took too much and now our homes are ashes.
Dig our own graves and cover our bones in dirt.
Let us fade as your tracks return…
Fight back she called to us, spring the traps under moon’s guidance
protect this pack and the rest of us we’ll eat the ones who tried to cage us
What has been done to us cannot be erased.
We faced extinction as we hid underground.
And in the dark we found each other and you
never knew how strong we’d become
never even saw us coming....
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Fleur Du Louve Tacoma, Washington
Fleur Du Louve is:
Sasha - Vocals
Kari - Electronic drums, bass, guitar, keys, backup vocals
Recorded and mixed by Kari Killjoy
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