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Emptying
05:03
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If I'd never seen the sea, battleship grey in the breeze, if I'd never seen the sea,
And if I'd never seen a flock of birds knowing each telepathic turn, if I'd never seen the birds,
I would go quietly, go softly, without a whisper, without testimony, emptying like a river into the sea
Amber, russet, copper, gold flooding the marrow and the bone,
If I'd never felt the fall,
I would go quietly, go gently, without a murmur, without ceremony, emptying like a river into the sea.
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Dirt
04:36
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Touch a string, how much energy? Travelling to your open ear, how much pressure till you hear?
How many tears will I cry?
I was tired, I was so tired, she was screaming for several hours,
I was so tired, she was screaming,
She was screaming, she was screaming, she was screaming
So hang, draw and quarter me, only bury me beside my girl, beside my angel, beside my darling
Touch a string, how much pressure till you hear?
Only forgiveness will settle this dirt
Touch a string, how much pressure till you hear?
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Stock Still
03:26
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The upside down trees in the canal, heavy metal steady against the Monet background,
All of the smaller things, less solid, more easily discarded, while we are minding the gap,
A secret, circular ripple has perfectly disrupted the mirror tranquility
(secret, circular ripple, opening, let me in, let me in)
A stock still heron is waiting,
A feature film in the making
While we are minding the gap
Deciphering ones, zeros and the picket fence,
The unseen struggle of swans ever-elegant,
Billions of neurons devoted to avoid eye-contact and keep floating,
Plug me in, plug me out
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A Tiny White Dot
05:04
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It's the end of the world,
The best laid plans collapse into a tiny white dot,
When I was a girl, my favourite thing was turning off the television,
Hypnotised arms across the dying screen,
The rustle electricity controlling me,
It's the end of the world,
Fixtures and fittings collapse into a tiny white dot,
Promises and lies dissolving fast,
And all the floor is lava now, all of the cracks you avoided are chasms now,
The static electricity inside your skin
At the end of the world, the untold secrets growing in your throat, the untreatable cancer in your lungs, the unborn child, the unexploded bomb, the unasked questions trembling on your tongue, unspeakable acts and everlasting love all melting into one
It's the end of the world,
Order and chaos collapse into a tiny white dot.
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Miriam Ingram Dublin, Ireland
Miriam Ingram is an experimental singer/songwriter from Dublin, who entwines acoustic and electric elements to create music that is both delicate and bold. She is currently working on material for a new album.
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