1. |
Over The Ice
05:01
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from a town on a hill where the Ocean’s to the East
a bull swollen with pride wanting admittedly
their wings over the ice without shadow conjuring
the origin of life born of palms and Sea
a nod
from the great first blush
bemoaning the indulgent blunder
Sea
there’s barely noise and the radio is pleasing at mine
ceiling ascends on his arm the lion’s hide
with my throat made to bite, full the meal, kiss delayed Sun entire
when a hand scorns the Earth serenade the azure tide
soul to bide
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2. |
Dark Half Smile
05:27
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dark half smile
saliva
faith
the strain of his doubt kept me warm
show me your hands once more
sallow tint
I washed them
my wrist bones are
turned
upwards
content to wait
polishing
a chipped tooth on my thin cheek
head to the coming spring
my wrist bones are
turned
upwards
arms plied
what you wanted onto pages falling out
gallant escape that we share love
gallant escape that we share
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3. |
Fit To Break
04:42
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left at three just hanging around, filling me up
when he drown something ran down my face like I was crying
same rock betting the wheel wound up as dice
never dry, pouring out his mouth a new shape
so raw the garden itself animates and strikes out after the rain
and while it is so compelled by an unconscious sense of feeling unknown
some abstract price to pay for silencing the disquieting, forsaken voice
bounded by the maddening reaching out to his skin with a coldness only the dead give us
tones and stars align
in a state of aimless drifting he’ll seize a thigh
to occupy
their drunk minds
fit to break he’s taking a bow hugging me like, just like the coastline
with a great cry laughing and taking off
where in spite of a mighty chasm of presenting artifice
a kind of second to none split that throws on one’s shoulders the power to change
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4. |
Steel
06:44
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seeds in the ground fragile with which we had
come on catch by the skin of my teeth and yeah
clung to the winds angels witnessing doors
I’ve been through steel
Faith who was deaf had to lean endless drone
because talk every skirt altered tone down her
shirt cultured pearls and his truck cold machine
I’ve been through steel
drunk man
hands on the reigns
bloody face head to heel
holy roads
blackout
the road is only part of another day that you might have darling
lily wave roll on
is that me that you are?
hush are these dire nights, loveliness divine decide only
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5. |
Penny
05:42
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get me high
mantle green, cut sod
that the salt
dimmed and wet and timed
join a choir
sylvain scene, chorded lyre
lowing of kine
binding as the reed
sleep deprived Sun bit palette draw a breath
walk the streets concrete Penny face it
of the suit headless cut across straight edge
drink the bottle from the neck
I’m what about is side, wise, shut, pout, for
I’m every grin have good time come in
so hard
a gentle word he made in the bar
o’er din
heard we prayed
fisher boughs the belt leaden drip cave in
thread attached to rib Penny face it
else the nape be still nowhere flower kneeling
hand and thigh
I’m what about is side, wise, shut, pout, for
I’m every grin have good time come in
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6. |
The Bitch Is Not The Dog
06:03
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go to the sea
there you’ll find me
golden waves wash away amber glory
you didn’t have to be untamed
the bitch is not the dog
you didn’t have to be a name
soul of a dream
body eyes open
float midway to the gates wait till morning
the Sun is pure as naked flames
the honey isn’t wrong
you only have yourself to blame
I tie gilded chains
all the walls in my way
the bitch is not the dog
go to the sea
there you’ll find me
shadow of a tide piece of mine for all time
grew bitter ivy
into the womb
smoking on empty streets
it’s fuel
price of my view
on the vine
the bitch is not the dog
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7. |
Signal Hill
03:22
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cinder on my chin smiling at me
the curve of her lips upside down
rainbow bridge
I’m searching the clouds
behind her air is getting thick
skim a little cream
spreading his ashes into the piss garden off Signal Hill
skating off my breath, collecting sheen with a straight back
in bed I was sipping on a coin as evinced in grace
of the silence to which I endured
to allay
sleep fourteen hours straight
couple of drinks on me, Jerry is ace now
merrier tastes nice
my heart is open wild appeasing all the memories of losing him
and wasted time
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1, 2, 3, 4
the ground warmed up simply as if it will know truth
to care less, warped degrees, bet suspended
televised happenings, glowing light of the phone
as sensitive, weathered words of mercy lost
apologies as pleasing little jokes wrapping their legs
around me
burden, needing
reason
stuck like glue blood father
a chemist at bay
with just water
naive of prayer
below the waist on a skiff heavy weigh
wash the hair
own the blame
ill at rest
shades in guise
mournful guise
to know
the other side of bloodshed hue of violet saw his jawline
so outside it
closer
than I’ll ever need
made the bed bottomless pit of sheets
some regret, physical to protect the
evidence so neatly tied impossible considering
that to deny subliminal hysteria lies
shades in guise
mournful guise
to know
apologies as pleasing little jokes wrapping their legs
around me
burden, needing
reason
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Sun Entire Montreal, Québec
Founded in 2020 at Bakery Studios in Montreal, Sun Entire is a band formed by June Moon, Nico Serrus, and Ivann Urueña.
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