[00:00.000] 作曲 : Lucas Lanthier
[00:03.957] Evenings with mother tend to be discouraging.
[00:19.658] I always end up bruised
[00:27.235] Evenings with father frighten me.
[00:36.558] All the animals will come to see where I’ve been abused
[01:29.981] With bars of fragile bone and teeth
[01:40.049] I enclose a hundred birds and beasts.
[01:47.418] We sway and swoon
[01:52.811] At night they howl and scream at me.
[02:01.302] They would all much rather be set free beneath the dull
[02:10.752] Throbbing light of a blue-black moon
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[03:40.287] One upon my thigh has wings.
[03:41.983] He flies and sings.
[03:43.117] His face is purple
[03:44.272] Watch me twist my mouth in pain;
[03:46.618] I’ve sat upon some beast again
[03:48.941] Twice since Thursday I’ve sat bleeding out upon the back step, reading apparently
[03:54.526] I have the only broken-skin menagerie
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[04:12.282] Eyes and gills distinguish certain crimson epidermal oceans
[04:19.031] Sunlight on my skin is dim and withered; in my zoo it’s night
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[04:28.745] There’s a flock upon my back,
[04:30.778] their beaks are long and cruel and black
[04:33.105] They preen and flap with ruined capillaries;
[04:35.542] Yes, there’s blood, in fact
[04:37.825] One around my throat makes sound.
[04:39.788] He screams against gray, early morning
[04:42.252] Red and bending, never ending...
[04:44.729] He’s some sort of snake, I’ve found
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[04:47.689] And eight legged toads and lambies in rows and pink-kitten circles of lilies and roses...
[04:54.013] An ant-farm awry under lavender skies...
[04:57.551] All of this smeared on my thin-beaten skin