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Cypress Dream Team & the Golden Meme

by Blooming Onion

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1.
fogs dance on the glass//let me come home- return to the pretty and the bleak quiet history of the cave. mother im a satanist mother I am a satanist mother I am a humanist mother I live for man Spidersauce lick my toes on growing snowcones hYdroponic, tec-tonic, catastrophic. Morose, close to god, im shedding light. Massive, Enormous, indulgence, corRuption, interrRuption, the eyes are behind the face she iS Shedding petals like a bloOming Onion, as Little boys stub their toe sucking thumbs &falll aslleep to starlight singing darkness between the trees.
its (a cypress dream and a golden meme, a story to be told from a train or at high speed.)
2.
The ricocheting soundscape of your soul runs thru my fingers as sceptres 
enchanted by 
hot-pretty words
 germinating in 
your throat
 perfumed with tangled truths 
and stuttering promises
 that just.won’t
 leave.me.be 

 in these worlds of rooftops and ghettos 
and wandering bones strung alive 
as if to re-animate
 this body 
 of mine.

 I follow your evening gown as it reflects sunlight off shoulders of glitter ’n 
 gloss ‘n 
 shined 
 oiled
 Leather.
 -and get lost in the material qualities of your face.
3.
Laying, in soft-spoken light rooms floating amongst time as planets Where I build you gingerly Finger, upon finger As the jenga of your body with each pinky fingerlocking as a promise we have created as phantoms we emit signals from the region of thighs coding the minutes of hearts ticking time bombs whlist gazing- into ghosts in softspoken lightrooms whilst gazing into ghosts a promise we have created pinky-fingerlocking we have created phantoms whilst gazing into ghosts - In ebbing light your mirage enters as a cool exhale filling my chest curling inwards with the reel of your gaze flicker ing on night’s on night’s supple belly I, silently bang ing in side this lac quered dis play I silently bang
4.
I hear you in your clear white vicinity with cheeks ripe and blooming and flowering curiosities embellished in your naked legs ornamented with poised little hairs narrating the rain pushing up the smell of Spring Ripening round fingertips little globes perched quietly in the diorama of gestures as you leave your oiled impression on my cheek pushin' up the smell of Spring pushin' up the smell of spring I hear you in your clear white vicinity with cheeks ripe and blooming narrating the rain
5.
When divinities become damnations and halos choke dreams where sorrow comes to grow and reseed and hearts die who owns their lovers dreams and callous souls come to quiver in the moonlight shadows dance on headlunchs its all a bit of taut its all a bit of fate and a lot of timing to rhyme and weave such a detailed sleeve on the arm of the beast, the hair of the goat, the shine of the curse it’s a little bit of death and a touch of destruction to sew the seeds call the winds and ride the pain away a little bit of necessity and some sacrifice but-its all a little bit of cheese, you know you didn’t kill my heart but you pumped it dry but I had no moistensoftness kiss left to send you a heartfelt kiss this is when I call upon Joy this is when the angels come to jolt their ploy and wring my neck this is how the fire stopped lit the trees and creamed the grass and the sky divided when I broke the solemn promise and pushed the letter in your stomach to rejoice in tales of love and spirit, the divinations damned the joy when the sky collided and this is where my heart stops this is where it came together and stood still for just a second to see it left a long time ago and took a piece of me
6.
it has been so long since my body belonged to yours Where for a brief enchanted moment hung freely in the stars before time came to take me away but I remember riding I remember riding the bright light with residual kiss-ness Lingering in the corners of my mouth and nothing but feverish blonde rain in my eyes riding moments that took longer than the deserts of your arms longer than the autumn which comes to cradle me in the teat of pungent colour with her swollen blue eyes narrating falling cardinal ballerinas as Everywhere answers to the hymn of singing stars as Everywhere answers to the hymn of singing stars
7.
Big Things 04:36
skipping on scales X4
 Decorating door frames of epiphanies 
while skipping on scales 
skipping on scalesX2 prodding the invisible door 
to another world 
which i cannot follow you thru no, i cannot follow you thru skipping on scales X2 

centre the tipping mindX2
 'cause some places just can’t exist 
can’t exist at the same time - The static triangularity of your hips gives me courage, and I am Raging, Fuelling, on the inverted heat of this introverted spectacle called Myself- as I see you hold Big things with Little hands, like spiders rummaging through coloured-Prismatic ramblings, manifested as the many faces of your heart’s desire. with nothing to do but build pillars in the graveyards of your palms or the plateaus in your chest (as you so dearly miss yourself,
 as you so dearly miss yourself scattered about infinity) you never were quiet
 no you never were quiet near avalanches Mellow out stranger
 Mellow out X2 
Mellow out
8.
Sing darling sing for my burning loins its time to go to bed. I never thought I would be touched again / You touched me and I left myself- I found you at the end of the stairs, in the middle of the crowd, in the square, by the horses in the street. In the Circus i Found you. During dawn twilight midnight and the afternoon, I saw you at teatime and under the fog, I touched you in sleep,
I touched you under the eye
I touched you in a Dream. The world had never been so glassy ‘till my eyes couldn’t move. There is always a fleeting tunnel, and a bench for lostsouls- not quite sure Who’s heading Where, for south or pacific, west or The Dream- for Home or the train. There’s Always a place for those who can’t tell time, and for those who’ve lost it. Surely Darling there is time to spare? Caught in the underground there is so much to lose and so many Dreams to Live, places to travel, to take refuge in-places to hide in. Take this Kiss and run for a new sight- take flight or choose to stay, because I would sure like to taste the stars with my teeth.

 Sing Darling Sing
9.
The longitude of your grace surpasses me, beyond all lengthy dramatics of beauty swept up in the stratospherical loops of your telepathic winds- lost in a patterned deja vu Which follows me in the grimy salt plagued path. Chalky hesitation, treading anxiousness you- You- being just a breath a vaporous ghoul who tips on the toes of islands- I pass you as a building, excavated and cloaked, the sheet billows and exposes one breast, neatly saying hello confronting me with vacancy. In these days of which your always is just a little further than one skipping stone these days of crushing bones and ritual burnings-just to conjure up desired misbelieving daydreams which Spring. you from your hipbones and melt you to my bedside. 
Dearie I’ve inscribed my toes and my thumbs clumsily with numbers, devising clocks which round up or down time, dearie. I’ve built things here I’ve built these things here and they just seem to fall back to powder which sprinkles over your town; Over latitudes and longitudes over aching seas, Over the trembling little lands which hold our feet down.
10.
O how quickly you-rush 
back in and shock
 these sleeping veins,
 with your little ways 

I feel the dark
 velvet of pulling 
which removes me from you exquisitely exactly 
awfully apart 

As I glide along 
rivers of memories
 perhaps I could
 dolphin my way
 over to you, to the other side 
of the moon 

or maybe things will
 slow, so that I may float 
out everywhere 
as if in a dream 

and maybe then 
some part of me
 will find
 you

 sitting quietly 
perfectly still just as i left you

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Debut album of Blooming Onion; all tracks recorded from live improvisations, December 2015-January 2016 @ the Art-Hole


(a cypress dream and a golden meme, a story to be told from a train
or at high speed.)

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released January 9, 2016

Dave Cohen- guitar, bass, keyboard, percussion
Amanda Baron- lyrics, vocals, violin, harmonica, percussion
T- backup vocals on tracks 1 and 9
Album Artwork by: Blooming Onion
Recorded by Blooming Onion

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