Bless Your (Demon) Heart

by moneypenny

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released July 11, 2017

engineering/production: Kiri Stensby
guitar/bass: Mike Haldeman
live drums: Dillon Treacy
programmed drums & lyrics: me

photo cred: viking (Alex Sibirzeff)

special thanks to Strangeweather Studios & Alex DeTurk

xtra special thanks to ma, pops and dave

much love to Psymon Spine, Whiner, Eli Dreyfus and Jeremy Lockett

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Track Name: woman
woman marks time with a limp cigarette
woman breathes ashes and fire and spits
words to the sediment, steadily reticent,
relevant only with sentence development

woman marks time with a limp cigarette
stares from the window and culls the dead
flowers from out of the vase on the sill
the icy sun shatters, refracting the chilled light

the sun beats cold

woman marks time with a limp cigarette
woman breathes ashes and fire and spits
words the sediment, steadily reticent
relevant only with sentence development

woman marks time with a limp cigarette
stares from the window and culls the dead
flowers from out of the vase on the sill
the icy sun shatters, refracting the chilled light

the sun beats cold on the hem of her dress,
a light caress
Track Name: a good opinion is hard to find
the sensation of a neck turning of its own accord
a sharp muscle spasm, the perfect arc of movement

so bite your tongue, bite your tongue, bite your tongue
bite your tongue to taste gunpowder and blood

bales of hay devoid of snow, juxtaposed beside two boys in repose

oh im only visiting
im only visiting
im only visiting

bales of hay devoid of snow, juxtaposed beside two boys in repose
Track Name: markers of tangibility
tides beat a glacial shoreline jagged
seagulls bleat, flies mark carapace, driftwood alike
i walk the shore

i walk through small acts of violence feet numb
i pick shells from the wake
there are bags under my eyes
they are mostly permanent

a fiddler crab rends a leather strip of seaweed
its veins exhale
the crab scurries away
the shoreline continues to erode

i walk the shore, i am unsure