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Sanctuary ( reclaimed )
04:35
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Archive of holy light
You always notice
The crows talking back
God cries they shrine
The beauty
Oh in your smile
And the spotlight on your chin tonight
So proud of the hair that you’ve grown
So steadily building a home
So I’ll prepare me to be a sanctuary
(Kind) and holy
Tried and true
(like a sibling)
I’ll be a living
Sanctuary for you
Your eyes so heavy while they shine
Through a burden
That rots from the inside
But I find when your hands in mine
And our lovers stood at our side
That Everytime we get together
We’re answering some little prayer
Little rats with good reason to fear
Little birds with good reason to care
So I’ll prepare me to be a sanctuary
(Kind and holy
Tried and true
(like a sibling)
I’ll be a living
Sanctuary for you
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Soften me ( Creek Song )
04:40
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Love in abundance
Creek flowing fast
These rushing currents i can count on to last
I walk out to get there
I stay for a while
The cold air in my nose inviting my smile
I want to I want to
Fade into phase into
the sound
Keep me still
I’m dizzy from the awe of it
I can tell
There’s healing in these waters
Humble and soften me
Sediment in motion
Communication
Interconnected
She finds her way home
I’m changed in your presence
More dragon than fly
But I still get distracted by
The swimming light
I want to I want to
Listen to tune into to
The littlest sound
Keep me still
I’m dizzy from the awe of it
I can tell
There’s healing in these waters
Humble and soften me
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Not a Haunted House
03:58
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I get scared like a spider
And then I make you scared of me
I won’t bite any harder
Until I think you’re gonna leave
You heard a bump in the night
You said you couldn’t sleep
I think you heard me whisper
A secret I couldn’t keep
I don’t think this house is haunted
We just don’t want to be here x4
A moonlit window to your bedroom
A closet full of ghostly gowns
A fort we built round your bed to keep
The monsters out
I came back when you left
And saw it half torn down
Slept next to him in the bed
And I slept my demon doubt
Cause I don’t think this house is haunted
I just don’t want to be here x4
The only ghost in this house is a
Hollowed shell of me
Unfinished words, two wilting souls are
making these walls bleed
I need to find out which door will
Let me fucking leave
Cause I don’t think this house is haunted
I just don’t want to be here x4
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Luxury of Body
04:30
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Watch the leaves fall
Hit the pavement till they're nothing
Just gunk in your shoe
And the tree fell in the forest
Didn’t hear it
But it still happened
I wish we could trade bodies
I think you’d do much better than I
With The luxury of body
With the luxury of body
With the luxury of body
Watch the roses grow
Watch them cut them down
In mid bloom
And the garlic
It’s still in the ground
But they can’t cut all of the tumor out
And when the cancer is a cancer
And the brain bleed is a brain bleed
Then there is no need
To exaggerate
I wish we could trade bodies
I think you’d do much better than I
With The luxury of body
I’d lay it all down including my time
For you to have a body that
Doesn’t eat up your brain over night
I wish we could trade bodies
I know it’s so selfish of me to say
You’d never take a deal so grim
You’d want me to verbalize
All of this pain
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When I split apart like a pomegranate
Layers reveals that all I can keep in
Spilling seeds out I’m so sweet I’m so bitter
Souring my tongue
Souring my lungs
Souring the way you look at me
I want to be a morning meal
Pulled from the earth
Made to heal
I want to be hungry enough
To put myself in my mouth and eat up
When I split up like a pomegranate
Layers reveal I have walls so thin
Walk through me
Walk through me
I am so sticky and bitter and sweet
I am so sticky and bitter and sweet
And blood red
I am staining
I am staining
You can’t handle the mess that I make when
I spill out my seeds on the table
Now the white table cloth is stained
With blood red drops that I made from my eyes that I made from my arms
Tear me apart
I am a pomegranate
I have permission to be
when I split apart my layers reveal all that I can and have concealed
Walk through me I have permission to be
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The Eggboy Portland, Oregon
The Eggboy is a Queer and Trans dynamically disabled artist from Portland, Or. Ey specialize in catharsis through song and being sleepy.
Ey/Em/Eirs/He/Him
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