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In the Quarry

by Asher White

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offbeatwitch what are you, babe, if not gunfire and girlscout

this one's underrated, i think
Favorite track: Stay put.
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1.
Road work 03:06
It doesn’t matter what we talk about i’m still in the space between the words and the sound they’re drilling on Angell, repaving the roads i’m back in Chicago with your voice in my throat Oh hear the buildings that shutter in place, and then relax All the same bedrock All the same glacial sheets That had once clogged the valleys and had dammed up the streams Oh hear the echo from the lips of the land The questions and answers that ruptured the roads The cracks in the pavement and the splits in the stone All cast in concrete to fit under homes
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Lana Del Rey 04:25
my hair done up just like a queen all tied back in the space between the golden rooms above the street To hold me close is to hold me down! (w/ scepter chalice blanket cape & crown) the face behind the fingernail unexposed to snow & sleet & hail O Lana tough & mean & frail! so know who you are speaking like or hearing wrong or seeing right tonight the voice is yours & yours to keep the notes will ring out as you sleep in gowns of silk that gather round your feet
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Pemberton 03:10
The 10th day of 1860 Stars in the sky in the shape of an arrow The sermons sweep in through my brother The lights never dim and the walls never narrow I’m trying my best to stay in your orbit Beams of light all around you Twisting around the wives and their patterns The lives and the tatters that boil the sky [Kate Bush:] Suddenly my feet are feet of mud It all goes slow-mo I don’t know why I’m crying Am I suspended in gaffa? Not till I’m ready for you The 10th day of 1860 Stars in the sky in the shape of a cross Like a broken arm’s cast iron frame The 5-story holy and story book lost I’m trying my best to stay out of the corner Beams a-light all around you! Embers in a winter’s sky The money we made together 300 feet long and 80 feet wide We can’t stay here forever [Kate Bush:] Suddenly my feet are feet of mud It all goes slow-mo I don’t know why I’m crying Am I suspended in gaffa? Not till I’m ready for you
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The salt licks taste like nothing! So what are we still working for New slate every morning When wrist reveals with the eye desires now cause I have followed what cleaves into countless angles But I’ll no longer crane my neck round the bends of the hours The silver lines and stains unheld No willow, urn, and cherub The things that mark my place Oo, if I can feel it embedded in the evening Oo, before I can reach it I chisel through the day
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New bridge 2 01:38
6.
Seven weeks is a long time Just enough to pick up all the laundry off the floor Seven weeks through the melted glass Just enough to know what isn’t shifting into focus Enough to walk with pen & pad Or to run with something not quite close to romance Green light on the town’s lines Where the bricks are made from cinnamon and turmeric and Clove And that house where the paths meet And divide as they cross themselves like intersecting streets And in the dark, in the closest thing to dark, I had just laid down to rest, and where: I don’t know, in the places where the corners should’ve met, where the dust won’t collect now Eight weeks is a long time To scrape out all the crumbs that had collected in your purse Enough to gather some momentum And shake off every caked and dried up clump of summer And I’ve got nothing left to hide! Laps & lapses round the stilted cliffs of Transit
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if thin rails are aluminum spines that hinge on the spines of the busy then they walk on the backs of the skyline and wave from the top like a flag look just how easy the hang of the lips and eyes i'd want to see me just dangling between those lines [live forever in the ground! tollund woman safe and sound!] i sense in the city we live by scars that divide up the dirt and still trapped under bricks in the garden stilled by the blood and the worms i live in a powerful building, tall and white as the sun! but thin rails keep the ceiling from tilting when bones of the earth come undone flat on my back
9.
Pushing through the city To find love in lesions where the garden veins break through the flesh of stone Is like bobbing apples In the mud At least the packs of people underground don’t feel alone No shadow over me How the thick and vested shut the gates Unleashed & blind unruly & all sickened by their weight Taking everything that moves across their plate No shadow over me No shadow to believe No matter overseas No shadow over me Kill all cops, let us lead them to their grave, where it’s safe and sound Those who point the finger will not know the truth Led by hands of justice White and Red and Blue Burnt in Fire Steeled by Sadness Forged with Metal Bars Now They Are Working Hard For You
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Don’t keep the light on I’m leaving in the morning Oh I’m counting the floorboards I am packing up all the pieces of the home I’ve yet to build Don’t stay the night long The building shutters its eyelids Oh I tiptoe beneath it Where the roots of the city fork into tense & tangled knots My friends all gathered on the coastline How the veins in the granite come alive The slabs of sky that will scrape above Rhode Island Oh aye, the shavings rain down just like ribbons untied & catching on the periwinkle bay So keep your limestone I’ll meet you in the quarry Oh I wasted a few months Kicking pebbles around all morning in the Central Fall(ing) light My friends all gathered on the coastline How the veins in the granite come alive Underneath we don’t think about it most times: How the land crumbles into the tide.
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So you’re confident I fall asleep on the kitchen table So set out to see them / sea then And throw out the line to who’s willing or able Through every lull The waves are lapsing forwards, on I left my body in the bathroom long ago Tonight there’s a Dreamworks moon, May the parking lot spaces all blossom like two lips And my long hair, I look like myself: A woman all woven and funny and foolish And in the land The hills are sewn to match The palm of my hand All sweaty all the rain So content So unspent Sew your confidants / confidence Close to the patches all worn on your sleevecuffs I pick at the stitches Just try to unravel enough to appease us
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Stay put 03:05
Depending on who you ask Who will keep the furnace running? Smoke climbing careful out the neck of the home Just north of the railway pines The peregrine keeps its family decorated in the tinsel of earth and trees What are you, babe, if not gunfire and girlscout? What am I if not pleased? In dust & despair I will braid your hair O towel and chair in the day. With dinner before me I will take what's there In time & in tomb I will stay put. They've coal in the living room No more need for all this yearning The naked and the driven and hot The house carved by the holy ones and warmed by the heathen zeroes We clean up the mess and start again, unspeaking (The sound of the willow whistle) What are you, babe, with your hands slow and beholden? Basil, sugar, beer and salt and wine In dust & despair I will braid your hair And when you lay before me, I will take what's there In time & in tomb I will stay.

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released January 25, 2020

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