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Marte
03:18
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Green green green green grass
Blue blue blue blue glass
Answer when I ask, “Are you coming back with scars?”
Fist fight, full armor, aren’t I a charmer?
I don’t feel any warmer
Am I coming back from Mars?
Little blue planet
Gold pan of panic
Who has the bandwidth to wake up purified?
You suffer like it’s nothing
You suffer like it’s nothing
And I suffer like it’s nothing
And I take it on the chin, I take it on the chin
Every time
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2. |
Pennsylvania Dutch
03:26
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Don’t force my hand, don’t keep asking me to dance
we all know that you’re a man, like you said
That seems kind of desperate to me, but it’s your misery, it’s your winning streak
Blood full of spit, could I tell you the truth?
I can’t tell you apart in the dark
I take it in stride, your sweet slippery asides
Did you take me for a fight?
It don’t take much, it’s the Pennsylvania Dutch
Did you make that with your hands?
Did you make that with your hands?
Torn under bus tires
Hewn & wooden
No I couldn’t take this anger, lose my temper in your presence
It’s not worth it
Worth, I earned it
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3. |
Classic Domestic
03:42
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I was too tired to tell you to stop
Dishes in the garbage that wanted to be caught
I was unaware, staring at the fridge
You slammed the dishes on the table
And I've forgotten what she did
But I cannot look away from that ugly scene in my mind
In my mind, seven years
Seven years since I threw that fight
I was too lonesome to get you to go
No battle cry, but I do wine
Somehow you still don't know
I am such a fool, sitting on my hands
No matter how you liberalize you'll always keep your land
But I cannot look away from that ugly scene in my mind
In my mind, seven years
Seven years since I threw that fight
Tearing through a field
Soft shoe taps the ground
Couldn't take a loss
Tell to the cross
I was doing so well for so many years
It's a classic, domestic, summer event
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4. |
Body of Water
03:03
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I was caught off-guard in a darkened bar
I tried not to stare at your pretty hair
Whispered sentences that I should have said
In a locked bathroom to a shower head
Too much reticence, I'm intelligent enough to know that it's in my head
This insipid dread
Sort of contact sport
Sort of contraband
It's just too soon
I tell myself each afternoon
I'm not convinced, honest haven't seen him since
But I sit around and invite this shit
Sort of mourning band
Sort of language I don't understand
I make jokes
They're smash and grab, second hand smoke
And I do believe that this will not stop happening to me
Maybe if I keep talking myself through the play
Quit sulking, loose promise to stay
Chin-chucking relatives in other states
I'm nothing without what I need to say
I'm just a body
I'm just a body of water
I'm just a body
I'm just a body of water
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Anti-Thermos
03:32
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Ride home from a party on 18th street
So much ceramic in your carseat
What of person doesn't own a thermos?
You say you like the weight, the feel
I can't really see the appeal
I hold one mug in each hand
As we exit the Dan Ryan
I'm sure this won't get too far
My paper bag is this car
I try to keep breathing
I make mean jokes for no good reason
You can drop me off right here
Probably shouldn't have had that last beer
Strange farewells as we pull onto the cross-street
Why did I ever bother sitting in the front seat?
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6. |
Be My Ghost
02:39
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It's gonna be a while until I find any blood
It's gonna be a while until I find any blood
Tell me when it starts to hurt
Maybe I'll do the right thing and stop
Maybe I will, but probably not.
I got a bruise inside my face
I got a bruise that ice won't brace
Hidden purple battle shade
Jealous bitch, soldier brave
But I'm not cloth, I forgot.
Be my ghost, be my ghost, baby, please.
Oh you don't, no you don't survive me.
When I push back the rock, you will rise, you will stalk.
And I'll say, "Stalk away, ghost of mine."
Sit and splay, pine away
Curse and cry, spook and spy
You and I
You and I, ghost of mine
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7. |
The Architect
04:22
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I was there, looking up the mountainside
I was there when you said it was alive
It's not god burning through the anthracite
I'm over night, I'm overnight
We drove by a truck of bones in plain daylight
Just a pile, unconstrained, I went white
The takeoff made me cry, but I took it, tell me why
I didn't come here just to lie
I didn't come here just to try
My fear hooked my arm
Stole me from where I'd come
Left me for dead? Oh please, I can get up and leave
More champagne, no complaints, knees on tile, my suitcase
Dragging me through the streets.
My fear hooked my arm
Stole me from where I'd come
Left me for dead? Oh please, I can get up and leave
We wait in line some more
You are the quiet one now
You were an architect, once, I can tell
Waving on parade whenever I'm awake
Sleepless I'm unseen, I don't make mistakes
25 no kind advice that I won't take
We made all the same signs
Two sets at the same time
I mistook my loneliness for bravery
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Peach Season
05:15
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They come, stippled sighs, sheaves of life I leafed through on the train
I still suck on sweet and bland, I close my chest with two hands
Pressed up awake for miles of cumbersome humidity
Summer gets away from me, thank god
I remember my mom and what she said
Thoughts thread, I’ve long lain in this bed
I’ve seen most things
I need a peach branch, green for peace
Wick and raw, past your reach
Every word that bloomed in my mouth
Mixed so I can’t figure out
What hurts where, I need air
Pushed myself and fell to knock it free
Poured the life out of me
Can you see it long and lean?
I leave, reflecting hard, monuments to my incompetence in this car
Every time I get the chance to talk through our whole circumstance
Succumb to brackish dread and sweet insensitivity
Midwest winter brings out tooth and claw
In December I thawed too soon for you
Laid truth on ice, torched the proof
I’ve said most things
I need a peach branch, green for peace
Wick and raw, past your reach
Every word that bloomed in my mouth
Mixed so I can’t figure out
What hurts where, I need air
Pushed myself and fell to knock it free
Poured the life out of me
Can you see it long and lean?
Sick inside, it ebbs and flows like low tide
And I know what you are up against, future, past and present tense
But all the truth is maimed by me, the plainness of my empathy
Must be nice to just be living, honey I’m a talker and a wanter and a winner
I'm destroyed, ooo, your eyes, doe-wide in the deep dreams I hide
Concrete clots my chest and yet you scoop me up
I need a peach branch, green for peace
Wick and raw, past your reach
Every word that bloomed in my mouth
Mixed so I can’t figure out
What hurts where, I need air
Pushed myself and fell to knock it free
Poured the life out of me
Can you see it long and lean?
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Half Gringa Chicago, Illinois
Emerging from Chicago’s indie music scene, Half Gringa creates music informed by contemporary indie-rock and Latin American
and midwestern folk. The name Half Gringa is both a tribute to and study of her legacy, stemming from a childhood term of endearment as “la Gringa” in her Venezuelan family and her bicultural experience growing up in the United States.
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