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Playground
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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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Charts
Peak #1,101
Peak in subgenre #280
Author
Jennifer S. Warren
Rights
2008
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June 10, 2008
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MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 2:54
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PLAYGROUND Capo: 6 chords: vs: C, G, f, G chorus: FB, GB, f, C A vista - a moon sierra sands, buried with wind. and Darker sand colours unnaturally tilled to leather as starched as you were, as you were Tetherball softness sand lifting like hair 360º degrees around and around worn by recess-hands circling smaller and smaller until there is no more room to play buried in years of softness fear, air hunger on fierce intake drowning rain all around our fifteen minutes flooding our clothes but today the awning kept us dry until touchings crawled behind my ears, though we look like bravery, sacrifice, pride, there were many swallows we were hand in hand, escaping, really except there are -no turns left there are no turns left
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