Kyanite

by Positive No

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1.
02:13
Red light, left turn. Placed just so, not thrown. Midweek tribute. Dead end solitude. We couldn't miss it.
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Weightless cloud to your black mouth a soft target with pink moons and chronic joy. False positive that everything would come so easy. TOO SWEET TOO PURE The day I broke you knew I was yours. You asked how I could belong to you mother, constant uncertainties. Hating me as you hate yourself made us equal TOO SWEET TOO PURE The day I broke you knew I was yours. You slipped out without a word but I am your voice lost and found.
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02:31
This bar is an alter. A sacrificial dandelion blown compliments. I know an act of mercy killed with kindness. HOT AIR HOT AIR HOT AIR HOT AIR Breathing life where none needs to be. My face is a mirror, near me you fear this is what your future looks like I know an act of pity delivered sweetly. HOT AIR HOT AIR HOT AIR HOT AIR Don’t project yourself onto me. It’s been one drink since your last confession And my lungs are struggling HOT AIR HOT AIR HOT AIR HOT AIR HOT AIR HOT AIR HOT AIR HOT AIR
4.
03:23
Qu’est ce que Tu m’as dit We don’t speak The same language Oh … Nom de nom There is spit in this kiss It is softer than fists Vos mains sont un touriste Oh … Nom de nom! When I count to ten, under strain,under weight, I bend. Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf dix Ma peur, ma peur est plus grande que ta force Je suis mort Oh … Nom de nom! If I count to ten, can I make this end? Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf dix There is spit in this kiss It is softer than fists Vos mains sont un touriste non non non
5.
My grandfather asked “Why do you sing in the middle of the night?” but he refused to call what we did music. We were falling down stairs with pots and pans. Definitely. Not. Music. But I took the compliment where I could. He called what I did singing, once. Even if the hours I kept kept him awake at night. Why do you sing in the middle of the night? Sleepless. Not quite his age but on my way. Old enough to think about the birds just outside my window at 3 AM festively carrying on. Why do you sing in the middle of the night? It is neither barely morning or freshly night and I wouldn’t even call it singing. It is a joyous racket; notes floating among the branches of my family tree. Why do you sing in the middle of the night?
6.
The question became how to make it new. It isn’t the cannot, it’s knowing when you should not. Small talk / headlock You should satisfy your nameless storm. Give news of your world HONESTLY Small talk / headlock Get in, get out. Don’t linger. (get out, get out) Go on. (Go on, go on) We need more of less. (we need, we need, we need, we need) of less. A river is still a river regardless how crowded by trees. A fire takes a spark. Small talk head lock A storyteller requires a tale to take you from nowhere to somewhere. Small talk head lock Get in, get out. Don’t linger. (get out, get out) Go on. (Go on, go on) We need more of less. (we need, we need, we need, we need) of less. This empty room has so much promise. Give meaning to the space you occupy and exit.
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03:52
Warm weather guests trespass to bathe in radiating lakes. Bare skin imprinted as if grass pushed back. Sweet sweat, coconut she bakes, she browns vanilla mounds, he studies celestial bodies but astronomy does not please like this It took millions of years to perfect these hills and they'll outlive our ANIMALIA appreciation. Dynamite clouds crack Kyanite until it leaks metallic streaks. Forked tongues heat ribbons quiver strike and lick. They slither out of sight for cover. Fluff hair in unplowed fields. It took. It took. It took. It took. It took millions of years to perfect these hills and they'll outlive our ANIMALIA appreciation. There are no snake charmers after dark. Just a ridge, arching its back. Fur, standing on end, steaming. A river of cane waiting to break after a fire.
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Oh green hope. Let us be new again. I have waked beneath a string of trees miraculously blooming against the black of night and thought not of blossoms but rather a descending constellation. Oh green hope. Let us be new again. Our eyes were often drawn to sky following that terrible harvest month of smoke and ash. Spring exploded into silent night on Grace Street Natchez marvel Oh green hope. Let us be new again. Eleven first magnitude stars uprooted dread and I was free.

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released February 14, 2020

Positive No is Kenny Close, Coldon Martin, Keith Renna and Tracy Wilson.

Recorded & mixed at the Magpie Cage with J Robbins.
Mastered by Carl Saff.

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Positive No Richmond, Virginia

PLAY |> Technicolor Post - Punk Pop Homebase = Richmond,VA.

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