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      Valerie June  Lay Low

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWPsCPXXce4

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        Lucius  Two Of Us On The Run

        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHXYn9MCa08

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              No.82

          A debauched and wanton young floozie
          Came by and said “I'm Suzy
          I'm looking for Fred
          To take me to bed
          But you will do, I'm not choosy.”

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            Joan Shelley – Stay On My Shore


            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eRoFuiAV_c

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              Beast and Beauty
              by Vievee Francis

              He took me like a mother, drew my head toward himself,
              pulled me onto his lap, wrapped his arms around me and cooed
              into my hair, softly as if I was dreaming and
                                                                      he didn't want to wake me.
              He sang a song that sounded like birds singing in the sycamore
              then tree frogs. I wanted to leave. I stayed where I was.
              He wore a lovely shirt. His hair was surprisingly kempt.
              There was half a candle piece and a rug of quarters. Tomato soup
              on the stove. I thought, “What a shirt.” I prayed my breasts
              would magically spill from the zipper. I wanted to feel my calloused heels
              on his thighs. I wanted to linger 'til dawn. His pared nails scratched
              an itch that had eluded me for years. I cried as if I were slicing onions
              in his kitchen. He was a good mother. He held me, like a daughter,
              as if I was just as beautiful, as he believed me to be.

              in reply to: Songs for a Slutpuppy #168092
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                Joan Shelley  If the Storms Never Came


                https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q93hITkFcOA

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                  Annie Lennox
                  Legend in My Own Living Room

                  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrHUkE3A_G0

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                  .. and in my undies in the kitchen …

                  in reply to: Music. Songs that touch you #166306
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                    Get tired of tired
                    Awakened by the weight of the common human state
                    And the metaphor: Blackbird on fire
                    On soft mahogany
                    Doesn't carry any key

                    Amelia Curran  Blackbird on Fire

                    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bl8DR6Gd2vE

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                    in reply to: Music. Sliding Into The Covers #166889
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                      Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy from their 6th album Physical Graffiti
                      but their 5th album was named Houses of the Holy but did not include
                      the track because they didn't think it fit well with the other tracks.
                      I never knew that.


                      Let me take you to the movies
                      Can I take you to the show?
                      Let me be yours ever truly
                      Can I make your garden grow?

                      H.C. McIntyre  Houses of the Holy


                      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7waot7cJvA

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                        a leftie !!

                        Courtney Barnett    New Speedway Boogie

                        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdaAQlmExmI

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                          Jamestown Revival    Home

                          https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSj4CESmsCY

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                            How To Write a Poem
                            by Laura Hershey

                            Don't be brilliant.
                            Don't use words for their own sake, or to show
                            how clever you are,
                            how thoroughly you have subjugated them
                            to your will, the words.

                            Don't try to write a poem
                            as good as your favorite poet.
                            Don't even try to write
                            a good poem.

                            Just peel back the folds over your heart
                            and shine into it
                            the strongest light that streams
                            from your eyes, or somewhere else.

                            Whatever begins bubbling forth from there,
                            whatever sound or smell or color
                            swells up, makes your throat
                            fill with unsaid tears,

                            whatever threatens to ignite your hair, your eyelashes,
                            if you get too close—

                            write that.
                            Suck it in and quickly
                            shape it with your tongue
                            before you grow too afraid of it
                            and it gets away.

                            Don't think about
                            writing a good poem, or a great poem,
                            or the poem to end all poems.

                            Write the poem,
                            you need to hear;
                            write the poem you need.

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                              Langhorne Slim – The Way We Move

                              https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ylonbR5Sf8

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                                [img]https://i.imgur.com/D1jvtwI.jpg?1[/img]

                                https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POmeYbcT6mk

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                                  Love Letter
                                  By Nathalie Handal

                                  I’d like to be a shrine, so I can learn from peoples’ prayers the story of hearts. I’d like to be a scarf so I can place it over my hair and understand other worlds. I’d like to be the voice of a soprano singer so I can move through all borders and see them vanish with every spell-­binding note. I’d like to be light so I illuminate the dark. I’d like to be water to fill bodies so we can gently float together indefinitely. I’d like to be a lemon, to be zest all the time, or an olive tree to shimmer silver on the earth. Most of all, I’d like to be a poem, to reach your heart and stay.

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