Was it a girl?
I'm not a boy
Was he your child and was I not a mother father fucker?
And do I crave pleasure like any man, long soapy baths, the touch of skin, imagine everything illumined...but am I a girl, I'm not a boy I'm not a child
I'm thin I could be long like a banana. My skin is tanned in sweet spot splattering-ring-ring and then I might rot I might fail
I give my self a sail a pram a mouth and a tail
I'm thin I could be long like a banana
AMAAGRRMAMAMMMAGRMAMARGGEMRRR
If you pulled out my tongue in front of everyone
Then I might have new skin, marble, manganese, or tin
I'd just die on the lawn, a bath for all the birds that sing a song
Gongs would go bong my paint gone gone
If you pulled out my tongue in front of everyone
Oh you are a flower, with your sword and the optical words
That this hour woven within the baby bin slips bloody into it who so decides and what colour it were on that river bed it's dying
Was it a girl? I'm not a boy
Was he your child and was I not a mother father fucker?
And do I crave pleasure like any man, long soapy baths, the touch of skin, imagine everything illumined...but am I a girl, I'm not a boy I'm not a child
Shards of static & distortion crash against disarmingly beautiful piano & synth melodies on this riveting new record from Carbon and Prose. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2022
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