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Out on Fork & Spoon Records on July 2, 2013! Pre-order a copy of the CD at:
www.forkandspoonrecords.net/releases/?album_id=70

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released July 2, 2013

Thanks to Harper Marchman-Jones for recording and engineering these tracks with such attention and care. Thanks to Gracie Aghapour for the album cover art, to Mustafa Walker for the tracklist maze, and to Chad Pirtle for the insert design.

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southern femisphere Charleston, South Carolina

Southern Femisphere is into making melodies, harmonies, and rhythms that don't always make sense but usually work anyway. They find inspiration in small animals, strange animals, fantasy novels, and hot days at the beach.

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Track Name: Houses
Still startled by the echoes of the cannons
They are frozen reminiscence
There’s room for us to grow
With borders so fluid with the current

Unravel on by one
This surface resolution
Enrooted in affectation
Rituals of obligation

Empty our hearts to a home
An indissoluble ground
Obligated to each other
Making space in ourselves
There’s room for us to grow
A place for us to call our own
Track Name: Igloo Hymn
octogenarian: three-year old muscles
tiny-gloved minor appendages
frozen blue pool igloo
packed, packing white snow

coco eyes, dipping chocolate drink
snagged nails on mitted fingers
frozen blue pool igloo
igloo by the sea, igloo in the yard
igloo by the sea, igloo in the yard

it was the kindest magic trick i ever have seen
fixed, fixed, fixing machine
fixed, fixed, fixing machine
electric current, heartstop
jumpstart: heart cold
jumpstart: heart cold

divers we go down to the ocean floor
circles of light, treasures below our feet
surfacing up to the sun
anchors up, boat’s adrift; left alone

premonition of whatever’s to come
floating on tanks of oxygen
webbed feet, sit straight up in bed
“my father’s voice: i miss it all the time.”
“my father’s voice: i miss it all the time.”

it was the kindest magic trick i ever have seen
fixed, fixed, fixing machine
fixed, fixed, fixing machine
electric current, heartstop
jumpstart: heart cold
jumpstart: heart cold

mothers aren’t those we should blame
fractious, puerile blandishments
chiclets, cowlings gnaw at her face
i often forget: we are the same

his absence would spread like the sky
oblivion: no tickets for life
absurd death, tender resurrect
soft but inexorable
soft but inexorable

it was the kindest magic trick i ever have seen
fixed, fixed, fixing machine
fixed, fixed, fixing machine
electric current, heartstop
jumpstart: heart cold
jumpstart: heart cold
Track Name: Cat Balloon
the eye (I), like a strange balloon, mounts toward infinity

tracing fingers trace her back, to a time she couldn't track

she needs no past! why get her hands dirty?
Track Name: One Alarm
her strategy to uplift the failed: build her a cot; install one alarm

pay her in copies: run them in color. pay her; carry her; she carries all the one hundred
lifting the hubris over the corpses: dead goat eyes, dead goat eyes
lighted the refugee over the perished: flamed finger teeth

designs a labyrinth: a loss, a loss
where’s a new place? beginnings ends
there she stands again, again
designs a labyrinth: a loss, a loss
Rose Rose: the tie and the bow
. love is a word; it comes. it goes.
stuttering wind, stalks in a row


calamity, atrocity, violently: the inhospitable
carefully stack back to day one, magical one
for the underfed and underfunds: pink top erasers
stories of two pages, no paper

designs a labyrinth: a loss, a loss
where’s a new place? beginnings’ ends
there she stands again, again
designs a labyrinth: a loss, a loss
Rose Rose: the tie and the bow
. love is a word; it comes. it goes.
stuttering wind, stalks in a row

what’s the most beautiful thing in the world: it's us; it's us; it's us!
Track Name: Transgander Pt. 2: Possibility is still our permanent address
with a sense of having lost some infinite thing (we plead in small voices)
she tells the infinite hegelian jest (holding onto the other)
she says the owl of minerva will fly only at dusk (we want to tell everything, but the page fills)
and so to cut down the owl’s three trees: the day must come with its axes (with the sounds of our language in twilight)

she'll try again/(but this isn't theory)
and learn to let leave/(it's visceral)
this time, better/(so stop theorizing)
failing better/(the self to death.)
she'll sing an ode/(i'll sing my own ode)
to beckett/(to beckett)
there are all kinds of freedoms/(that freedom you want i do not have)
there are all kinds of freedoms/(your mind my body)

she said, "the hardest five days or not"/(“don't be a fool,” he said, “a transgander won't bear a gayzling”)
you have something you must do/(then there's nothing to do but it)
("good morning," he sang,"i hear you. i see you")/she came she saw she heard
im (not) sorry i kissed him/(i (don’t) miss you i miss you)

looms weave and ominous; atavism, unbound, forbodes
trituration of woven wings; wings we ungiven, gave
but you gone and swept our wing-dust under the eyelid of the sky
grounded your feet now, like rose roots grow through your toes

our onward march/(there's a song about a heart)
proceeds in balks and round-about-faces/(it's a song like so many things that happen)
not in a confident eureka stride/(i want to walk away resolutely and fast)
but when i look up each morning/(and i won't hear your song)
the roof of my world opens/(communicatory bloodlines run too thick)
and through losing/(and we cannot seem to get through)
i am finding what i didn't lose/(there was a song about your heart)
and putting aside the machinations of a man/(about how the blood could not get past)

possibility is still my permanent address /(our freedom involves)
possibility is still my permanent address /(paying the most perfect attention)
("good morning," he sang,"you hear me. you see me.")/she came she saw she heard
she let go she let go (a world opens it opens)

my bedlam like cinnamon drank dreams, in dissolution throes
in the grip of my hum, there be whorling sounds, on your first page
in flying whorls: a golden owl, a fly-by-your-hands owl
we fall behind, like we had no whim trapped inside our wing

we were given to a liminal space.
we must not operate from scarcity, taking all.
we are rich; (and) we are possible.
and we must, out of this abundance, give all; give all.
Track Name: Don't Sleep
Take this risk/hold on to your shell
Sea glass eyes/watch for precious movements
Your stories/of imperfect monsters
Constellate/this disarray

Under lanterns bright blurry light
Old world creatures shiver right through you
Your radiant one she could be everywhere

Lost sister in a glowy cave
Detached from an unholy light
Galactic herds of shooting stars
Wings with grace from boundaries

Lost beginnings in a healing mind
Finding stillness from an anxious night
Your radiant one she could be everywhere

Cursed glasses clearest vision
Seeing too much what won’t be real
Haunting feelings phosphorescents
In darkest waters wander in the marsh

Don’t scatter or sleep, don’t leave your friends behind
Humming tuneless to the sea
Mumbles of subaqueous lullabies
Venture to unfathomed places
Celestial finger prints of ancient families