the failed body
from Part II by Vladimir Frith & black smokers
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lyrics
the failed body
is creeping downhill
across the decaying floor
of the earth
underneath it is waiting
to open & cradle me
the formless thing
reaching up to grasp
at the wrists & the ankles
brushing the face in the dark
telling me about the quiet
it has been telling me
for so long
i have wanted to hear it
so long
sound so loud it goes quiet
sound making me silent
as the roar underneath
erases what no one
heard anyway
there are old words
still dripping through years
come play
come play in the snow with us
& i will
forcing the hands & knees forward
the wrists break
but i will get to you
we stop at the bottom
sinking the body into a river
a great weight from below
the hard pull of the earth
as i lay there
i thought of the way here
so focused on inching forwards
now every wound of the body
a record
a story i can't stop reading
when i looked back
i saw there were bones
washed all down the hill
a young fox turn & vanish at the top
we have stayed here a long time
years
the water running over us
the face always wet
the weak neck held
only just enough
to keep me above
but there is a place
& i will go there
no matter how the body
tries to cling
to its useless struggle
there is a place
not one exact place
an expanse
where all sound is forced quiet
& all silence becomes loud
it has always wanted me
the only place that ever did
i was distracted a long time
with trying to explain
& not listening properly
letting the body control where we went
& where we did not
there was never any way
to get what i needed
now on the edge
of the last winter
waiting to fall into the earth
i am taking the body back
i came here from the hills
with a blood trail map
drifting behind me
an endlessly long ribbon
fallen out of a small child's hair
is creeping downhill
across the decaying floor
of the earth
underneath it is waiting
to open & cradle me
the formless thing
reaching up to grasp
at the wrists & the ankles
brushing the face in the dark
telling me about the quiet
it has been telling me
for so long
i have wanted to hear it
so long
sound so loud it goes quiet
sound making me silent
as the roar underneath
erases what no one
heard anyway
there are old words
still dripping through years
come play
come play in the snow with us
& i will
forcing the hands & knees forward
the wrists break
but i will get to you
we stop at the bottom
sinking the body into a river
a great weight from below
the hard pull of the earth
as i lay there
i thought of the way here
so focused on inching forwards
now every wound of the body
a record
a story i can't stop reading
when i looked back
i saw there were bones
washed all down the hill
a young fox turn & vanish at the top
we have stayed here a long time
years
the water running over us
the face always wet
the weak neck held
only just enough
to keep me above
but there is a place
& i will go there
no matter how the body
tries to cling
to its useless struggle
there is a place
not one exact place
an expanse
where all sound is forced quiet
& all silence becomes loud
it has always wanted me
the only place that ever did
i was distracted a long time
with trying to explain
& not listening properly
letting the body control where we went
& where we did not
there was never any way
to get what i needed
now on the edge
of the last winter
waiting to fall into the earth
i am taking the body back
i came here from the hills
with a blood trail map
drifting behind me
an endlessly long ribbon
fallen out of a small child's hair
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from Part II,
released April 4, 2020
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