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Compost Mentis
05:07
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I’ll lend you that botanical book I read
It’s kind of like what Cicero said
I used to smoke in my room,
the plants would soak up the fumes
But I quit for the ones in my chest
I reckon I’m as happy as I’ll ever be
When I’m spinning my green Mort Garson LP
There’s not a thought in my mind
Forget the concept of time
When I’m just hanging out with my cheeseplant
Kicking back with my moneyplant, baby
And if my world comes crashing down on me
I’ll have my beautiful chlorophyll oracle showing me how to be
And if the rains come pouring down on me
What’s negativity for when all that shit is manure
And I’m just soaking up rays from the sun that adores me
I’m compost mentis
You don’t have to believe that they speak, but I’m the houseplants’ apprentice
I’ll lend you that botanical book I read
I hung Marianne’s paintings over my bed
I used to smoke in my room
Put out that good CO2
But I quit cos it was wilting my chest, yes, yes
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Devil's Ivy
04:08
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You have made your house a haven
A thickly forested grove
Routinely misted, watered, cared for
As shoots and roots stretch and shiver and grow
You drop the tone arm on your vinyl
Hear the static scratch before it bursts into life
Bathe the flora in heady pools of sound
Allow them to bask in the street’s gentle light
Feed their souls as you feed yours
As I feed mine.
This room here is a safe space
A micro-climate of peace
Our every movement is surrounded
By the gentle breath of living things.
We add our voices to the chorus
Soaking in the sun
Relishing in the soft sigh of sheets on skin
Of stifled moans
Of bodies that move
As one.
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Persephone
04:31
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Throw up your shoots from underground
Persuade the birds to make a sound
Now I don’t need to sing or speak
The devil may encourage me
And I don’t miss society
I need the sky to comfort me
They call me their Persephone
(Feel the rain)
Not long now, ascend in May
It happens over and over and over and over
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Prayer for Winter
02:24
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Gently swaying, semi-frozen
Like a snowglobe or a dream
I’ve forgotten that there is such a thing as heat at all.
I have a memory of green, but when I see myself in photos,
Sun-kissed and sweating, it doesn’t register.
Somewhere inside this nest of clothes there is a body.
Although I haven’t seen it for months.
There’s a week in January when the flowers get confused.
They think it’s time, and then they die of frost.
(Gently swaying, semi-frozen
Like a snowglobe or a dream)
Somewhere inside my nest of sheets I find your body,
And a flask of tea, and a hot water bottle.
We have everything we need in here.
Carry us through the days which are over before they’ve even begun,
Carry us through the sleepless nights, past knocking pipes
Let not the frost or damp or monochrome get in,
Light lamps for us,
Lead us into hibernation,
Deliver us through winter.
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Long months of sleep, all shades of grey
We’re dreaming deep, we’ve turned away
The season’s turning anyway
Uncovered sky
Sweet drink of light
This mud is mine
Hey crazy eyes, that’s what I’m like
The ground stuck a claim on my name when it raised me
A spore, a shoot, adored, a burst cocoon
I’d forgotten what it’s like, I’ve been pushing up daisies
Uncovered sky
Trees take your flight
This mud is mine
Hey crazy eyes, we’re so alike
Well I can’t leave my house without my burning brain
I force it out the door and let it lose its shape
To fill the space
And in a rushing stream, your tired mind may find a kind of fragile peace
Leaning out the window
Grinning like a fool
Let some sunlight in here
Let some sunlight in
Climbing out the wormhole
Grinning like a fool
Let some sunlight in here
Let some sunlight in
You see that flower over there, it’s called a primrose, yeah it comes out in the spring
You see that flower over there, it’s called a periwinkle, yeah it comes out in the spring
You see that creature over there, it’s called a toad, you know it comes out in the spring
You see that geezer over there, he’s called Bill Oddie, yeah he comes out in the spring
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