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Stream
04:08
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In this freezing stream bubbling over rocks sits
Something tired and full of knots
The only thing in this landscape That won't float and calmly wash away
This surface foam, like spittlebug eggs reflecting star-shaped points of light
Over the sandy pebbles and lines
The water's shadows streaming in parallel waves below
Fluid so gently breaking the light in pale waves of pattern that never repeat twice
Everything is constant, disinterested, moving about, going down through a tunnel and coming out
All but the things circling madly around
In a whirlpool of leaves that can't get out
And somebody sitting motionless above
I put my feet in this pool until I think my bones have turned to milky ice
And my purple toenails no longer feel like mine
The colder I get the less alone in my mind (x3)
Water rushing through those tiny hairs on the naked skin
Just like it moves through straight green grass on the bank
With a perfect direction that doesn't change
And I know I could've been anything
That my soul is not mine
But the core of an oak
Whose body burned and billowed smoke
Whose ashes scattered on the wheat
And fed the grains my mother ate
Now I'm calm in the sun
Watching gentle waters moving along (x3)
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Banister
03:04
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Banister, parts of you
Fingers, wood, smooth your side
I listen to the water outside my small room
And I hear your voice in the time
Cigarettes cross the world
In their smoke, your exhale
Even so far in this foreign place
I still find that I'm breathing your stale old breaths
Yellow spikes in my chest
Stranger's smell on my cheek
Disconnected sensations
The morning and evening, your hand in the touch of all other men
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Le soir et tous les matins
(The night and every morning)
On se retrouve, endormi
(We find each other in sleep)
Deux dans les bras
(Two in my arms)
L'homme et la fille
(The man and the girl)
La petite, si porcine, baveuse et douce
(The little one, so porcine, drooling and sweet)
Les cheveux defaits
(Hair undone)
Qui colle dans l'aiselle
(That sticks in the armpit)
De sa mère
(Of her mother)
Nez au seins
(Nose in breasts)
Pieds à la nuque de Papa
(Feet at the neck of father)
La sueur et l'haleine
(Sweat and breaths)
Tous mélangés à l'air moue de
(All mixed with the damp air of dawn)
Crépuscule
Douce famille, famille à moi
(Sweet family, my own)
Restons ensemble *home
(Stay together)
Pour cette vie courte *home
(For this short life)
Et ce jour ci
(And this day here)
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4. |
Walking
01:53
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Walking through the forest
On a wet misty day
And seeing the tree trunks mossy
On the way
While walking through the desert
On a dry scratchy day
And seeing the cactus flowers
On the way
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5. |
Hobo
03:13
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Hey there, you there
Please stop walking
Slow down, sit here
For a moment
Hunger, lost sleep
Cloud my thinking
Cast off, wondering
Who will hear me?
One dog laying
At my slippers
Watching, waiting
For a movement
Hungry
Waiting for a train
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Curse
05:17
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Let's have a nip of something
Pour out that golden brine(x2)
Here's to you friend
These are the good times
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Each jigger melts a moment
Swallowing lonely time(x2)
Stringing the stories
In an unbreaking line
Take the curse off the family (x2)
Take the curse off your mind
Take the curse off the family (x2)
Take the curse off my mind
Where does it take the conscience
Where does it take the conscious mind?(x2)
Blacked out or wild
These are the good times
Take the curse off the family (x2)
Take the curse off your mind
Take the curse off the family (x2)
Take the curse off my mind
Peace, you won't find it here
This time of year
Even in your dark corner(x2)
Where you..
Put the curse on the family (x2)
Put the curse on your mind
Put the curse on the family (x2)
Put the curse on my mind
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7. |
Gimme
04:27
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Gimme love that feels like fearing x3
Awkward eyes up on a naked lightbulb
Spiders, shadows, running on the ceiling
Cold hand, put it on me x3
Gimme love that feels like fighting
Chase me, chase me with your little dagger
Spray the lights out with that yoni water
Hot D put it on me x3
Gimme love that feels like flowing x3
Quiet, touch me in the morning stillness
Sleepy, soft our breaths are barely drawing
Driving natural harmony between us
Gimme love that feels like falling x3
Got a grip on, but it’s always slipping
Don’t let go the one you want to hold up
Love, love, love upon our high rope
Love, love, love upon a tightrope
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8. |
White Seeds
03:42
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When they saw this land
They never strayed
Lit upon red sand
White seeds from far away
Twisted roots growing
Twisted roots sowing pain
Who?
White seeds
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Hosie Albuquerque, New Mexico
Hosie is the solo project of Rosie Hutchinson. It stretches folk music through percussive lyrics, dissonance, psychedelic harmonies, and multiple languages. Songs weave together classical violin, guitar, and raw percussion with extended vocal technique and synthetic sounds. Rosie is from New Mexico with stints in Tacoma, WA and Chambery, France. ... more
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