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We wear the ocean on our feet
As barnacles grow on our soles
Just like how you’re growing on me
We bend each others’ realities
(We bend each others’ realities)
The words we carry are so freaking heavy
Is that why our backs are always sore?
I’m feeling something pungent and spicy
It felt simultaneously
familiar and new
It tickles me to my core
You’re a warmth I can’t ignore
Anymore
The yuppie dog walkers and business men
on their 50 dollar lunch breaks
leave me alone x2
As I walk up to the waves in the rain, in the rain
To soak up the truth in the rain, in the rain
Yeah, I spent the day at the beach in the rain, in the rain
It had been a long time since I felt that free in the rain, in the rain
In the rain, in the rain…
We wear the ocean on our feet
We wear the ocean on our feet
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he never said no crows
03:01
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i’ve been tossing unsalted almonds all over the floor
to our friend, the crow that’s been knocking on our back door
Landlord said no pets but he never said no corvids
Landlord said no pets but he never said no CROWS!
I proceeded to dry out like the Korean algae
that we ate for breakfast in this baking heat
And so we loosely got our shit together and committed to leaving out icy water
For the hummingbirds and the bees
To thank them for their chaotic harmonies
So we danced to how nihilistic and miserable we had been feeling
About how we were youth navigating too many fucking things
And so we promised to ferment each other
in salty bodies of water
That’s how we watch each other grow
Fermenting each other to grow
I lay my duffel bag of a body on our littered bed
Thanks for helping me unpack
All the rotting garbage inside
I promise I will return this favour back
But I need to crawl back into my shell
And escape
Someone throw me like a rock back into the depths of the sea
Let me sink
I’ll return to the shore soon I’m sure
That’s how we’ll see that I’ve grown
Fermenting each other to grow
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more about fermenting
03:12
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I’m not stale, I’m fermenting
I’ll taste even better as we age
They’ll share no words, cause most don’t listen
To the sage
Preserving zerself through debates
Tightly sealed, inside she’ll stay
Knowing to embrace the spices
and all the paste
I knew it was you when the flag was burning upside down
I’d recognise those fumes from continents away
I feel your message from the clouds
I see it in the shapes everyday
I’m not rotten, I’m fermenting
I’ll taste even better as we age
And I’ll trade my thoughts, for your understanding
Of the ways
I knew it was you when the flag was burning upside down
I’d recognise those fumes from continents away
I feel your message from the clouds
I see it in the shapes
I knew it was you when the flag was burning upside down
I’d recognise those fumes from continents away
I feel your message from the clouds
I see it in the shapes
I knew it was you when the flag was burning upside down
I’d recognise those fumes from continents away
I feel your message from the clouds
I see it in the shapes
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a reminder
03:44
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Let this be a reminder
That I need to drink more water
I’m boiling ginger this morning
The ocean magic was on the rocks
As I put my bleached hair under
My flesh was catching fire
Am I still boring
Youuuuu
Now I rush out on a wet walk
As I leave a suffocating trail of smoke
Like ginger I fall still and soaked
As the clouds start to flood
I drink all my blood
The breeze is my blanket
But you can have it
Oooooooh
I’m having a laugh with the sand
Stuck between my swollen toes
Licking salt off my numb hands
You know how I feel
You know how it goes
I’m walking on sea shells
Collecting your favourite pebbles
Over-overstimulated, over-overwhelmed
I’m counting our freckles
Ooooooooh
Let this be a reminder
That I need to drink more water
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blurry dimensions
04:01
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Cigarette butts and disposable masks
Streaming out of our garbage cans
A mountain range of containers and paper bags
Time sand slips through our sweaty hands
Is it a head rush or a dehydrated mind
Skating through blurry dimensions
with no oases of clarity to find
The answers to the statements i keep making
Tangled fingers, safety pins on sweater sleeves
Forgiving disappointed parents even though we know they’ll never see
We promised not to talk to cops
but we still flipped them off
We slept under constellations of cobwebs
We sat for hours by the hidden pond
and talked to the ducks
I think that they like us
You think that it was just
the tabs under our tongues
We told each other that we wanted to be
invisibly visible
So let’s be visibly invincible
But something immaterial
Imperceptible
To the Eurocentric cis gaze
Transcending your gaze
As I maintain my out of reach boundaries
I’m gulping down my anxieties
unplugging myself to disconnect
Leaving my signal messages on read
voicemails with my birth name unchecked
Torn apart by colonial borders and extractive projects
But I’m charging myself up to 100%
while making sure that I reflect
On what happened the past 4 seasons
Which feel like a million
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SoyJoy Vancouver, British Columbia
they/them
tales of a dragon finding their way through the
universes
(2019-2023)
now going by June Hawthorn and releasing music at:
junehawthorn.bandcamp.com
alternate bandcamp:
juniper-lee.bandcamp.com
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im such a big fan of these folks
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