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Beave St. Marie

by The Porcelain

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Hay in a Needlestack (Ode to Work. Ode to Joy.) Nothing hurts anymore, stacks of needles and straw. Nothing hurts anymore; no time, no law. Nothing hurts anymore- blades of grass, shards of jaw! No time! No law. Threads that won’t burn, and nothing hurts. Not one! One blade! A stack of pins. Nothing hurts, none of it, none of it, not again. No more. Vast valleys, some abandoned skin- warped and directionless. Truths that travel in different light- disembodied discord. Feeling none but pain among these landscapes. It’ll never flow the same again. Nothing hurts anymore, stacks of needles and straw. Threads that won’t burn, and nothing hurts. No time! No law! Blades of grass, shards of jaw! Nothing hurts, none of it, none of it, not again. No more. If only for smothering (forced mothering) meant skin. Atrociously leather tongued. Disembodied discord takes its own course- warped and directionless. Feeling none but pain among its arm’s reach. It’ll never feel the same again. Digging through what once was, forcing needless needles out of hiding themselves, lost not found. In any source, in any light, no discord nor discourse in sight, and- Lost at sea! Where is she? Valleys, peaks. Creeks and streams. Long forgotten. As though she’s lost at sea. Left there dyin’. Searching for a way home. Where is she? If only blue skies and bay sides spoke freely of secrets to the listeners found among landmines, exploding with their tales. Feeling all but pain among its dreamscapes. It’ll never seem the same again. It’ll never seem the same, feel the same, flow the same. It’ll never be the same again.
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Which Finger? Witch Finger. She saves all of their letters, but none of her lovers. How easy to forget? How easy was it? Anxious cry, wait! Just one more thing… Self aware (self involved). In control. Heaven sent. Well fed. All black Hell bent. Brains making breath hard on your life. Life’s making breath hard on your soul. As you’ve never found peace in your life; as you’ve never found peace in your home. Dispensing suckers and sorrys and you. As you’ve never found peace in your life. As you’ve never found. Once repeated. Loses. All the pieces she left behind. Trust in this- she’s got scars from sex, scars from sex! She’s got scars from sex, scars from sex, pieces left behind. Brains making breath hard on your life. Breath’s making life hard on your soul. As you’ve never found peace in your life; as you’ve never found peace in your home. Dispensing suckers and sorrys and you. As you’ve never found peace in your life. As you’ve never found. Find yourself an answer, find yourself a home. Rummage through old memories, something to call your own. Find yourself contentment, find yourself a prayer. Find a pretty thing to fuck and make sure to pull its hair (it’ll love it). Find yourself some meaning. Find yourself a ghost. Find yourself a parasite and seldom be a host. Easy does it. How easy was it. Find yourself a dosage. Find yourself a cure. Find yourself an antidote, don’t compare all to her.
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I never meant to drug you/ and drag you, drag you through the muddiness that I've dismissed as nature's own course. So dirty, i loved it, so sorry. So sorry. I never could deceive you or leave you or thieve you and yours and your thoughts into my own cold winter's evening. So dirty, I loved it, so sorry. So sorry.

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released February 6, 2015

Thank you to Rach White for tracking and mixing.

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The Porcelain sees it's roots go back to 2006, plays music with a heavy, saturated mindset, and is not attempting to "turn the industry on it's ear" or any of that other self indulgent crap. We're loud, happy, and won't make you hit the "like" button to listen to our music. That seems about right. No twats. ... more

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