1. |
kid of your dreams
03:20
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I can’t believe you didn’t even know me ‘til now…
haven’t you seen me walking down the sidewalk?
haven’t you seen me in your grocery store?
haven’t you seen me waving at a dog?
haven’t you seen me, haven’t you seen me?
I could be the kid of your dreams
I could be an apparition turned to flesh
I could be fiction in reality
but im not yours yet or ever
I’ve never met a stupid shit
like you before
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2. |
goblin
01:00
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3. |
untangle me
03:26
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I’m your blueberry bush
you’re my morning glory
you keep twisting my arm
saying you’re so lonely with me
you go creeping up
my sides and through my core
taking all of me
as if it were yours
so I untangle
my twigs from your vines
now I can finally hear
the birds
it’s a dizzying thing
to leave my usual cocoon
unwrap and bare my face
moony and naked
will I keep my shape
or sprout new sets of legs
maybe I’ll spread out my toes,
find I’m alright
so I untangle
my twigs from your vines
now I can finally hear
the birds
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4. |
your face
02:40
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in the parking lot
the diner’s glow was heaven’s blood
on your face
by the parliament pond
the fish and snakes had scales to reflect
your face
I climbed each rock and counted them
I climbed each rock and counted hem
past ten
round as a wheel rolling into an intersection
in the dewy night grass
we lay on a blanket the moonlight pooled over
your face
in the muted forest
I thought of the dark and tree shadows pressed onto
your face
I wandered woods and counted stems
I wandered woods and counted stems
past ten
I am that wheel rolling into that intersection
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5. |
lowcast day
05:14
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my tongue tastes like
the mist on the mountain
I think you might like it, too
I’d like to share my taste with you
open your mouth you’ve got a whole world down your throat
open your mouth I’m leaking out fractals from my cells
open your mouth you’ve got a whole world down your throat
open your mouth I’m leaking out fractals from my cells
I’m spinning into
whole constellations
alone, making myself laugh
but it’s deep space, so it’s more like choking
open your mouth you’ve got a whole world down your throat
open your mouth I’m dripping out space goop from my eyes
magma is soft, like it looks
go ahead and find out
I, for one, can’t wait to swim in it
in some afterlife, once I’ve boiled inside out
open your mouth you’ve got a whole world down your throat
open your mouth I’m spilling out lava from my veins
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6. |
house tour
00:52
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take a little walk through my home
take a little walk through my home
jokes on you it’s too small for you to move very much
but do not worry I’ve got too many babies wearing hats
I’ve got a rhino
and ringo is holding a giraffe
take a little bitch slap from my hand
take a little bitch slap from me
why do you smell so bad?
it must be all that attitude
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7. |
spiral abyss
03:44
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are we going down?
are we going down?
spiral abyss, spiral and twist
my tongue into knots
now we’re spinning out
fit inside a corkscrew mold
will you be my helix twin?
spiral abyss, spiral and twist
my tongue into knots
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8. |
solid gold
05:10
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I am solid gold:
something to look at,
something to touch
when you’re feeling cold
and don’t want warmth
but sameness
a familiar kind of shimmer
you say I’m more of a rose gold.
I think that’s ‘cause you know I’ve got blood,
you’ve seen it before
and I’d say you’re a dusty pearl
that I’d like to wash off
but I’m waiting on you,
but I’m waiting on you,
but I’m waiting on you for the water
the water to clean me off
I am solid gold.
and when I fall I do not shatter
I just get bruised and dented.
I am solid gold.
and I am still standing
unmoved, unmoving.
frame me as a fountain
for I am a gleaming statue
watch me flow and shiver
inside this metal casing
even the muscle spasms are
articulate
melt me into your mold
that is what you’ll try to do with me
pour me over you
watch me sparkle and burn,
watch me sparkle and burn,
watch me sparkle and burn
you.
I am solid gold.
and when I fall I do not shatter
I just get bruised and dented.
I am solid gold.
and I am still standing
unmoved, unmoving.
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9. |
my old self
02:57
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I have visited myself before
when I left I said “goodbye,” walked out of my door.
I came from miles away
when I got there I couldn’t feel my legs,
but had I ever before?
my old self was sitting on a rock
in between two birds of paradise
my old self was sucking on a mango
letting little lizards crawl in between her fingers
I stood there shaking
looking in my other’s eyes
or were they really just mine?
my old self was kneeling in the sand
echoing the gulls and whales and conches breezy tones
my old self was praying at a panther
hoping she might know a god, the one I’d heard about
I reached for my hand,
our fingers interlaced
they didn’t feel at all like mine.
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10. |
river
04:06
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in these stones,
dressed in green waters
I have heard
stories that turn my eyes
cold
they line the banks
of this muddy river.
we’ve always known
the river runs close to us
but we have moved away
it reminded us too loudly
now towns away and woods between
it’a patch of silver
now towns away and woods between
it’s a patch of silver
the stories it told were too loud there
it felt like screaming
reminding look what you’ve lost
and how did it happen?
now you are different.
are you lost?
the stories it told were too loud there
it felt like screaming
reminding look what you’ve lost
and how did it happen?
now you are different.
are you lost, too?
so just step out of the river’s current,
it can feel so harsh all at once
but you must be near it
‘cause towns away and woods between
it’s no more a river
now towns away and woods between
it’s a patch of silver.
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11. |
stark boy
03:07
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underwater
deep in hue and distance
unclothed in blues
steeping in my own views
swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming
submerged I’m swimming, swimming, swimming
swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming
submerged I’m swimming, swimming, swimming
it’s dark and lonesome here
these letters I write to you
are melting like floating sand
I’ve been here such a long time
with no one’s company but mine,
floating towards nothing
swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming
submerged I’m swimming, swimming, swimming
swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming,
submerged I’m swimming, swimming, swimming
I am not drowning here
somehow I’ve learned to breathe
without lungs or gils
I have not heard from you
you must be searching, too
inside some endless ocean
then in the dark cold blue
I saw a body coming near:
a stark boy.
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12. |
animal
05:56
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this body is a ship
a vessel that takes
with grace the beating
and the rage the sea
sets loose upon it
and I fight, half drowned
half-ghost, to accept
each wave and change
in tide as it comes.
how thirsty I am.
my one true ocean
is a meadow of tall grasses
bending with the wind:
a harmony of elements.
I hide and seek to
blend my human
form, grotesque and soft
within the green.
daddy-long-legs step
across my shoulders.
I am a fallen rotting
branch to the click beetles
and fishing spiders.
I’d like to photosynthesize
to stay alive, no eating,
no hunger, just solar inhalation.
a man asks me in
the grocery store,
“are you plant?
or person?”
a little bit of both,
I say. I mean it,
and he knows it
as truth.
I commune with false hornets
we both know our shells,
our corporeal forms are tricks.
I laugh in their faces,
remind them they are flies
in costume, and I
am an animal.
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LiNE Asheville, North Carolina
LiNE is the solo project of Caroline Petty
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