1. |
Deco D Studio Dintro
03:33
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Can’t you read the richness of the room
Can’t you see the art deco blooms
I’m trying to do my dance once, start to finish
You embarassing me
Leopard spots on your cheeks like bouquets of blood
Sure looks like the rising sun got to you baby
But you got me in so I have to be grateful
And stay seated your whole set
x2
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2. |
Sorgenta Primer
04:03
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Yeah there are so many things that I could do
With my arsenal and bank
And itineraries past too
But it’s more important to me
That I can feel my being
Being yin
With discipline, devotion, decoration, strength, everything
Tendu, soutenu, to the next level
Till just joy sustains the vessel
Cultivate the culture they be answering to
Rélévée-elected to
Go as the dancers do
Lights, love, language, life
We keep it moving through the mind
x2
With discipline, devotion, decoration, strength, everything
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3. |
Lylita Lulliebye
06:01
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4. |
Etheric Noctude
03:15
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If you’re gonna make it hard I’ll stop trying
The things I want to save you from like your own lying
But you can’t really handle it I can feel
And who am I to tell you that your life’s not real
x2
If you want me for my strength why corrode me
Want me for my etheric
Why control my body
But I can’t snip the vision of a possible infinite
Of being who we are every day on the intimate
x2
And we both receive our projections with grace
Till a new dawn fades on the upturned face
And we both return with renewed faith
That when we need to go back
The outer world can wait
It can just wait for us
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5. |
Ostrich Pliiuma
03:25
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My muses love to sleep in they
Cherish my pain at a wasted day
They love to purr
Where we going
While I’m still working on the last thing they wanted
While I’m still working on the last thing they told me to
Leather riding gloves, dappled and grey
Purple skies now, falling out of bed
Reindeer hide, ostrich pliuma
You guys don’t do much for me do ya
x2
The caramel acetate that I only bought yesterday
They melting it down into a bullion
So they can play rounds of their game again
x2
They pinning me down with purrsuazionne
To pack up and go to where they think I’ll be wanted
Leather riding gloves, dappled and grey
Purple skies now, falling out of bed
Reindeer hide, ostrich pliuma
You guys don’t do much for me do ya
You guys don’t really care about me do ya
But I’m indebted to ya
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6. |
Iced Calcium
04:50
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I sing the softest song that I have in the rising
Soft leather slippers by the door to the garden
Padding out to pick from production, lemons
But all through the beds it’s like nothing is growing
It’s been fine for so long
Putting in all this effort
But when you’re not here I eat breakfast till the sun sets
And I’m scared at how happy it makes me
To take one step away from our fortress of safety
Oh no, oh no
Now I know that I don’t know
I don’t know
I crack open and scramble eggs of fresh energy
Despite my strength
I can’t handle when our atmosphere isn’t friendly
I start acting without thinking
And it’s painful for you listening
Tact, articulation, language, failing
Failing
It’s been fine for so long
Putting in all this effort
But when you’re not here I eat breakfast till the sun sets
And I’m scared at how happy it makes me
To take one step away from our fortress of safety
Oh no, oh no
Now I know that I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I can’t reason it
And it’s sapping my strength
All over it
Knowing that I don’t really know
And without my reason I’m nothing
Without my reason I’m nothing, no
Nothing, I’m nothing, no
Nothing, I’m nothing, no
I sing the softest song that I have but it isn’t the best
Coz I need my time and truth to refresh
Now I know that I don’t know
That I don’t really know
And without my reason I’m nothing
I’m nothing, no
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7. |
Novataffetate
05:55
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Lavender milk drop tapping
Stork swan gold leaf cracking
I can see
Late at night
Laughing
The brittleness of the years starts snapping
The brittleness of the years starts to fall away again
And the innocent urge
To map the contours of my cave
Having already swung me way outside the gargoyled gates
Churn in the gut of my meditation
And Lempickalcite forms in the ray, radiation
All that’s real to me when I’m in spirit proper
Breathing life to eccentricities as I live my dancer
My ideal, deal, deal, deal
Glimmering
How I feel
Simmering
Every feathery femina dream
All the brittleness accumulated slowly
Holding up my movements to invert and expose me
My ideal, deal, deal, deal
Glimmering
How I feel
Simmering
Every feathery femina dream
Novas in their snowy taffetate
Protect me from all the black tar I ate
And once outside the gargoyled gates
Something else radiates
Ray ray ray ray
x2
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Timpani Decot Auckland, New Zealand
Timpani Decot is the solo project borne of American artist Lily van Buskirk, who lives and works in Tāmaki Makaurau.
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