1. |
Serpentine Lines
05:11
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what is it like to know
you could’ve loved me better
your aging skin is tethered and weathered
with serpentine lines
do you think about those you used to love
or your father’s hands
do you believe in a god above
or do you feel damned by every man
do you think of me when you’re lonely
oh and what is that like
what is it like to press your emptiness
into a blank page in a blank book burdening your empty shelf
oh i wonder
and you ponder sleeping alone
and waking with no one to fill you up
your eyes misty in the mourning light
remember when you left us on christmas
did you say sorry to jesus
at least
apologize to my orphaned eyes
apologize to my orphaned eyes
apologize
and what is it like to know
you could’ve loved me better
your skin is tethered and weathered
with serpentine lines
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2. |
Birdsongs
04:24
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birdsongs and velvet ribbons
in my head
tired eyes
screaming lullabies in my bed
my heart’s racing inside my cage
your eyes are blind in the night
can you see me
can you see me
birdsongs and loneliness
fire in your eyes as you tantalize
your little bird
your little bird
your little bird
my voice is shaking inside my cage
crying out into the night
can you hear me
can you hear me
can you hear me
can you hear me
birdsongs and velvet ribbons
in my bed
tired eyes
screaming lullabies in my head
in my head
in my head
in my head
in my head
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3. |
Skin & Bone
01:40
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a silent room
drowning in the lonely womb
deep in dark
slip in far
to the quiet dreams of another life
i’m wrapped in the skin & bone of
everyone i’ve ever known and lost
floating through
my days are few
the world is small and shrinking in the sounds of my mind
i’m lost in the skin & bone of
everyone i’ve ever known and lost
i’m lost in the skin & bone of
everyone i’ve ever known and lost
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4. |
Juniper Wine
03:59
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silently smoldering
wishing for a vacant mind
oh i can be your winding vine
soft and sweet as juniper wine
wrinkled by time
pressed between heavy lines
and blood red stop signs
oh i could be your weightless vine
soft and sweet as juniper wine
i was looking for you
in the ricocheting avenues
in all the hazy hues
of the life inside my mind
oh i could be your ceaseless pine
soft and sweet as juniper wine
amorous eyes
fearing goodbyes
your iris is blind
looking to find
juniper wine
to drip down your broken spine
oh i could be your weightless vine
soft and sweet as juniper wine
oh i could be your ceaseless pine
a dream as faint as juniper wine
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5. |
The Great Transcend
03:04
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the great transcend
in the end he said
i’m sorry i left you
left me with a broken paper lung
and a can of elmer’s glue
four white walls
hot water falls
down my back
the great transcend
in the end he said
i’m sorry i blamed you
it’s not my fault i never learned
how to color in between the lines
you drew
four white walls
hot water falls
down my back
and in the end
i transcended my pain
like a dove in the rain
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6. |
Honeybee
04:08
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fingers fading away
my hands had withered to grey
choking on the darkness in my throat
poking all the pins and needles just to watch it bleeding
and i died
waiting for a sign
and i died waiting for you
duplicity swallowing me
drowning in the sea where my eyes forgot to see
felicity rain down on me
all of my pain will fall at your feet
and i died waiting for a sign
and i died waiting for you
i died waiting for a life
i died waiting for you
honeybees sing to me
honeybees sing
who did you want to be
oh who did you want to be
the wild iris in my eye
the child i hear inside
whispers back to me
i wanna be free
oh and i am a tree
higher than the canopy of junipers and evergreens
singing with the honeybees
wild and free
wild and free
a wild honeybee
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7. |
White Buffalo
04:21
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who do you belong to
a child of the wild
a white buffalo roamed in my dreams
last night
she whispered of freedom
come child,
with me
she appeared before me as i wept
mother, set me free
oh mother, set me free
a white buffalo roamed in my dreams
last night
she appeared before me as i
kept holding on
run child,
run child
be free
oh and who do you belong to
a child of the wild
i’m a child of the wild
a child of the wild
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Hannah Frances Chicago, Illinois
hannahfrancesmusic.com
Hannah Frances (b. 1997) is a vocalist, guitarist, composer, poet, and movement artist melding avant-folk, progressive rock, and jazz.
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