1. |
Jacaranda Dust
04:52
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Eyeshadow made of jacaranda dust
Crumbled on the floor
I'm trying to sweep up recollections of
Dalliances before
So I put on my seventies party dress
And dance 'till I succumb to dizziness
And watch you drink in past loves
From the doorway
You gave me an ultimatum babe
Business or pleasure
And I had to take one side, you know
For good measure
And no matter how you roll the dice
We'll never win
The motherlode
And you'll never whet your appetite
With just one lover
Sink
Sink into the pit of potential
Rosewater fills my lungs
And I'm drowning
Drink
Drink in the essence baby
I won't be around for much longer
For much longer
For much longer
I leave without a dream in my head
It's all over now
The sunsets no longer carry that
Factor of wow
So I pack the bags
Send out the ads
And get the hell
Out of town
Because you couldn't whet your appetite
With just one lover
I remember your eyes on that night
That's when I knew you would never be mine
I'm drowning
Yeah I'm drowning in these memories
Yeah I'm drowning
In these memories of jacaranda dust
I'm trying
Yeah I'm trying
Yeah I'm trying
Not to let myself, let myself
Sink
Sink into the pit of potential
Rosewater fills my lungs
And I'm drowning
Drink
Drink in the essence baby
I won't be around for much longer
For much longer
For much longer
And it's a shame
That you couldn't whet your appetite
With just one lover
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2. |
Trust Me (Interlude)
01:03
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3. |
No Sidewalks
03:20
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When your phone's dead
And the busses aren't running
No way to call a cab
You're not in that part of town anyway
All you can do is walk
Walk in the middle of the street
But in this place
This palace
Gilded by gates
I realized
There were no sidewalks in Bel Air the night
I decided to fling my ashes into the sky
I walked down the center of the street
Balancing my childlike wishes
With the pessimism that was seeping in my bones
I closed my eyes
Jasmine wafting in the air
And I summoned a picture of you
"BOY!"
I cried
"How many wounds have you cauterized?"
Don't be mistaken
My words were no arrows of hate
You see, I'm watching you shrink
Starve yourself of a bond
"No, no let's not talk of love
No, no, or worse, romance, ugh
No, please, let's not"
I only feel pity now
Where my pulse used to be
A sprinkler dispels the illusion
And I keep walking
Watching your face
I'm watching your face
Watching your face
I'm watching your face
Evaporate
Evaporate
Into the night air
Crickets chimed in a symphony, passive
No, there were no sidewalks in Bel Air
That night, only glimpses, shards
Of your eyes
Puncturing the cerulean ether
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4. |
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Eyeshadow made of jacaranda dust
Crumbled on the floor
I'm trying to sweep up recollections of
Dalliances before
So I put on my seventies party dress
And dance 'till I succumb to dizziness
And watch you drink in past loves
From the doorway
You gave me an ultimatum babe
Business or pleasure
And I had to take one side, you know
For good measure
And no matter how you roll the dice
We'll never win
The motherlode
And you'll never whet your appetite
With just one lover
Sink
Sink into the pit of potential
Rosewater fills my lungs
And I'm drowning
Drink
Drink in the essence baby
I won't be around for much longer
For much longer
For much longer
I leave without a dream in my head
It's all over now
The sunsets no longer carry that
Factor of wow
So I pack the bags
Send out the ads
And get the hell
Out of town
Because you couldn't whet your appetite
With just one lover
I remember your eyes on that night
That's when I knew you would never be mine
I'm drowning
Yeah I'm drowning in these memories
Yeah I'm drowning
In these memories of jacaranda dust
I'm trying
Yeah I'm trying
Yeah I'm trying
Not to let myself, let myself
Sink
Sink into the pit of potential
Rosewater fills my lungs
And I'm drowning
Drink
Drink in the essence baby
I won't be around for much longer
For much longer
For much longer
And it's a shame
That you couldn't whet your appetite
With just one lover
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Davia Schendel
currently writing postcards from the simulation.
davia schendel is an artist, musician
and writer whose songs incorporate themes of surrealism, nostalgia and existentialism. .
In addition to her music making, she writes a newsletter, zeitgeist deterrent, which provides insight into her day to day life and creative process.
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