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Little Blue to Little White
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Written 05.08
jennifer steinfeldt warre
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violin, viola, piano, guitars, vocals, midi percussion, assorted household items, random instruments I can't play.
ACCUPRESSURE: I make a crease with my arm push the skin out dimple ease it back in like a gear shaft press, count, release. This is supposed to work my stomach cinches itself in a divide my head whitens my blood scurries. I take flesh from my palm and rub it into elbow feeling the thud of vein an inch away my chest feels like feathers my helicopter ears speed my neck is tight. I count slow minutes as if I am God as if by counting them they will pass easier through my bloodstream. -Jennifer Warren
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Jennifer S. Warren
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2008
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June 10, 2008
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MP3 3.2 MB 128 kbps 3:32
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little blue to little white I sweat, I shiver those tides in my skin crash and waiver am I a butterfly capturing hell to head that rolls against skull, full, and ache? The graces of freedom, are they good? given by authority to take away a life. I'm groaning in the middle,. oh- oh- The gift to live again without the rains like London everyday in my head-they cannot see until it stopped working if you call it that... and a little blue . . . became a little white (repeat 2x) How many days this time tucked between legs and arms, sweat and chill, the false sorrow that feeds from reality and how did I end up constituting the consequence girl as if I pilled myself with sharps chasing something evil away but really I was looking for a work-day every morning able, every night alive all at once the consequence girl the consequence girl (chorus 1) and a little blue . . . became a little white (repeat)
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