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1.
Houses 03:56
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
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Igloo Hymn 05:15
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
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Cat Balloon 03:40
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?
4.
One Alarm 05:24
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!
5.
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.
6.
Don't Sleep 06:24
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

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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 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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