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hanger [Feat. J. F. Hancell] / An Abattoir [Feat. Denson, Josef Charlton, Sarah Reid]

from Christmas 1995 by Eugene The Oceanographer

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Like my, father has a broken back,
The isotropic terrapin,
The isotropic terrapin,
Its taupe shell is broken into fragments.

I hope, these seedlings,
Are no longer fabrications,
Are no longer fabrications,
but the bristle cone pine, endlessly grows, alone.

I think, I would do,
Almost anything,
Almost anything,
To meet her again, the prime mover.

The laborious tasks,
Asked of my constrictors,
Shared with my conflictors,
The cumbersome truths I know.

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I watch my grandmothers death,
Through my fathers stress,
As I wait at baited breath.

The familiar songs rise like a ghost,
To the monolithic host,
I surrender to my-trespasses.

But the structure, of the open grave,
the structure seems the same,
Our house, moved from place to place.

Czech Republic.

I wish she could take back her goodbye,
and only tell me lies,
that she needs me by her side.

I'm encouraged by my father and my mother,
By denson and my younger brother,
They've helped me through the year.

My brother had his birthday today,
Like-an abattoir I wait,
An in-comprehensive cave.

Czech Republic.

And every-day-I ask myself, not to subside,
Till its embroidered or denied-
it binds, and serves me like a light.

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from Christmas 1995, released September 11, 2014

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