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Self Titled Demon


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The girl I love is paper. her heart -- a cascade of origami swans sending her words north through the branches of blood. she is a forest full of hanging lanterns. (sometimes I still get lost there.) she showed me the ink that strangers put on her – once screams carved into bark, cruel calligraphy stretched across porcelain roots dragging deep into the earth. it was hard to read. the black letters crossed themselves – eventually. the girl I love is paper who wants to burn, who wants the ink to bleed out from her mouth like solar flares and run into my darkness every night.
This is me Standing in your driveway, taking sips of homemade wine Talking to your cousin, trying not to seem like a kid Floating up your staircase, eating pizza off of the floor (chorus) I don’t miss you You’re not a person that I think about a lot And I don’t mean for that to come off as a slight But sometimes when the air is right and Comes in through the window at night This is me Playing double dragon, smoking weed from a corn-cob pipe In a house I can’t remember, stabbing at piano keys Singing happy birthday, you were sixteen in two thousand and one (chorus)
a few years ago I was a poem, read quietly while the sky turned into a black coffin then glass, then oak and when the cold came my hands were shattered diamonds of poor syntax trying to make sense of my infinite broken wordless -ness. my only problem with winter was the way it left me (lost when the sunlight hit mouthing the words laughter. joy. I need your love. to myself while outside the world laughed cruelly.
Kent Lame 03:22
i met crystal hazard in providence, rhode island on a thursday night, september, nineteen eighty we’d spend two days with two friends of mine confused on acid in coastal massachusetts three days later, I would lose a forklift job I never liked but for now, it’s still september fourth crystal dances on into the woods, aglow in silver beams of moonlight that night we’d sleep upon the stream bank by the waterside, I will lay my head
Snowden 03:08


on five kill records


released January 25, 2019

written, recorded, and performed by BURLY 2017-2018

BURLY is: Adam, Ian, Rich, Ryan, Seth, Tim

mixed at Dumb Sound Studios, troy, NY

mastered by ian nichols

artwork by brendan dalton


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