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Climbing Up My Skirt
04:37
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climbing up her skirt
comes a rather pompuos symphony
dressed like an insect
from the 19th century
an eclosion of all histories
and this ruined choir sings:
we turned your father to a walnut
buried riches (building bridges) in (over) his spine
made of glass and made of fear
it had to break after some time
her skirt now is a whisper
and see what then reveals:
clinging to her non-words are
ultrasounds of stiff love
what she heard
repeating herself
like a rose
she turned into her song
repeating itself
like a song:
„my peel is a swarm
my spine is a tree
there rages a rough spring
`bout summer i sing
to the cocoon of thee“
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Monsters
06:34
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phosphorescent fingers under the couch
i walked out on myself
i was filled with dust
afternoon stone, laced curtains, shard light
what i could hear from now
was being abandoned
plants filled the space
burst like time
cracked the walls like dawn
covered them like night:
i'm gleaming green
the monsters show you the way
but who walks you home
they gave up have little to say
still you're gonna stay
from the trees in front
fear took wings in swarms
memory and illness were birds on a branch
that was establishing peace
an inbreath took shape
a bird ´s inner symphony:
liver, spleen, stomach, bladder
gut, heart, lung
the monsters show you the way
but who walks you home
they gave up have little to say
still you're gonna stay
when you move your fingers
ten winds emerge
compose a weather (that is)
bringing dreams
the monsters show you the way
but who walks you home
they gave up have little to say
still you're gonna stay
the monsters they give you way
but what kind of way
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Königsweg
03:39
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i seem to mistake you
as a proof for something
rather than looking at your existence
as something worth giving birth to
what do you need? what do you like?
it's fun, you say, play with me
play a river that flows
play being born at midnight
to turn the proof into a surprise
to turn cause and effect into an event
a situation with qualities
with its own rules of the game
i came across taking things seriously
for the first time
what is inside of me
is real and it changes
what stories are told
who gives meaning
and who takes it away
and how?
describe those hands to me
hot topic, take it out
it has qualities in disguise
i know
this is alive outside of me
see you on new year's eve , you say,
this will have been a beginning
something real and tangible
borders and boundaries
gently shifting
(the activity of the phoenix
diving into the unforeseen)
This is a poem by Johanna Montanari, thank you very much!
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Tender Dog
03:02
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there's a cage that's trapped in birds
a fool whose armour fits like wax
polyphony of tiredness
go slow, you weary dog
kisses that stick in the mouth
a heap of stones that smell like home
a word that both of us hate muted
growl low, you angry dog
i chose a companion
who turns into herself so deep
everytime she understands the world too good
that tender dog
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Hund Berlin, Germany
Experimental songwriting trio from Berlin brings together fragile melodies, charming horns and performative compositions. // Experimentelles Songwriting-Trio aus Berlin verbindet fragile Melodien mit bezaubernden Bläsern und performativen Kompositionen. ... more
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