Hozier, Music

Hozier ~ Angel of Small Death & the Codeine Scene

I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful
Toying somewhere between love and abuse
Calling to join them the wretched and joyful
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths
Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion
No more alone or myself could I be
Looks like a stray to the arms that were open
No shortage of sordid, no protest from me
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene
Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I
Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet
Fresh from the fields, all feeder and fur tiles
It’s bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene
Leaseless confusion I wander the concrete
Wonder if better now having survived
Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat
The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth I’m alive
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene
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Dreams, Music

Dreams ~ Grace Slick

Oh I, I believe in magic and I believe in dreams
Until I heard the thunder rumble
I saw the mountains crumble –
Then came the circus so I followed its parade

With all the fancy lion tamers, high-wire fiery flamers
Ravers of every kind
I saw those high-stepping sexy witches
Sons of satin, sons of bitches – all were there in my dreams
all in my dreams
Sodom and Gomorrah
I see you’re back in town.
And though you build a wall around you
The multitude still found you
Just like a circus to start with a parade
Oh but a parade of the

Fancy lion tamers, high-wire fiery flamers
Ravers of every kind
I saw those high-stepping sexy witches
Sons of satin, sons of bitches – all were there in my dreams
all in my dreams
Now I can see the whole world is just a circus
And I can tell that the circus why it’s just hell
And then I heard a drummer rolling
I found my seat’s been stolen
Then a spotlight hit me going wild in center ring for all you

Fancy lion tamers, high-wire fiery flamers
Ravers of every kind
For all you high-stepping sexy witches
Sons of satin, sons of bitches – all were there in my dreams
all in my dreams

My dreams my dreams
Well I, I believe in magic and I believe in dreams
I said I, I believe in magic and I, I believe in dreams
I believe in dreams
I said I, I believe in magic, I believe in dreams
I believe in dreams, magic, magical dreams
I wanted to sing that I believe in dreams
Magical dreams, oh I believe in dreams
I said I, I believe in magic, I still believe in dreams

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Photography, Poetry

Knowing…

Her shadows

she holds space for them
too much energy
pulling in the light

it’s easier to

    step out

thenbackin

“a sanctuary”, she says
“it’s intimate there
they know me well”

I’ve tried enticing
with smells
beautiful paintings
sweet music
promises

She shakes her head
there’s a knowing within her
“It’s not safe”, she says

I’d rather stay
in the light
but want to be near her…

(photo – wilowispaperio, 2014)
shadows

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