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UNPERSONS LYRICS
"A Grey Sigh In A Flower Husk" (2007 Split)
1. Teiresias
2. Cavite
3. Black Finnegan
4. Number
5. Dry Hand
6. A Small Gesture, a Thousand Small Happy Gestures (Shone in the Dust)
1. Teiresias
2. Cavite
3. Black Finnegan
I.
black finnegan—liar
black finnegan—something insensate
black finnegan—who walks slow tall and long in the dark room
black finnegan—whose words
commoving as the ocean
undress things
'you worse than senseless things,' you
black finnegan, who sleeps in back of the tavern…
II.
dead man
stolen words
birds circle you
madman's devotion
black finnegan
stolen words
breathe in sin again
drunkard's potion
black finnegan—suit of salted words to the action
black finnegan—who let the drink undress the words
black finnegan—who sought the birds' motion to the words
black finnegan—and again and again and again…
III.
who let the vultures undress me?
4. Number
i can't see nothin'
but a sphere
and the children are all
filled with straw.
filled with chaff.
(i'm flow… er… ing with the grains)
i fear
a dagger you
struck me
coming slightly.
whispers
i lapped milk from her
the inside of her elbows
like a cat
softly struck me.
i go out staggering, after midnight
just hopin'
the dark wind whispers down dark hallways
to me
to me I fear
well, that's just my way
of sayin'
daggers.
the salt from the inside of her wrists
weeping beams
hold up the moonlight
out in the moonlight keep me staggerin'
hold me up
sdaggerin' across a long black nothing.
i fear a sphere
dagger
you.
5. Dry Hand
my hand burnt when i touched her,
and i dreamt for a moment.
bury me in a box of photographs,
a thick bleak wind across
my…
your face is so slick slick slick
i cut my fingers on your edges
it's so cruel, it burns, it's so cruel…
'when people mistake revenge for love, honey,
this ain't my father's hand.
honey, this ain't my father's hand.
baby, you're so slick,
you're a slick image,
little girl,
slick slick slick…'
my hand dries in the wind now
(thick thick thick)
and it is burnt
(black black black)
but for a moment it was red
(and slick slick slick).
6. A Small Gesture, a Thousand Small Happy Gestures (Shone in the Dust)
( ) image of the sun
is broken
f-floating crawling
shimmering gibbering
just on the surface
merely on the surface
flow(er)ing afterbirth (swelling)
when i get my sea legs
flesh flesh flesh (swelling)
flesh is a thin disguise
flesh is a flesh disguise
little tiny dreaming stars
are sick and sad
my memory's image of the sun
myriad pyramid's
slaves
piling pictures
'hello, image'
when i get my
flow(er)ing afterlife
when i get my sea legs
when i get back from Menninger
a thousand suns (on swells)
a thousand
floating flesh pyramid
unstable and stolen
when i get my sea legs
instant and endless—
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