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We Met At The Coffee Shop

from 183427106 LP by Grant Livesay

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Instrumental composed on July 30th, 2010. (Guitar sections added later).
Beat originally entitled "Rain for Rachel".

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live for the low fidelity sample
and church camp nostalgia
collegiate seraglios
and old salem decaf coffee
beeswax candles
methodical moravian doctrine
relative hymns for haecceitism
and the modern hagiarchy
the current student body
sunflowers hungering
for affections returned from your amorous plundering

lightly salted, sweetheart
you’ve picked my ribs apart
suckled sour bone lonely in just under an hour
circumvention seems secondary to digging
and in spite of my circumcised mind i prefer to take the dive willingly
dip then plunge pen asunder and ascribe
preamble to the body before basking inside
metaphor play and burst capillaries
enamel clenched as fingertips upon parchment sheets
white ‘till soiled; anon:
for me your name is "laura" – moniker opal
a trope for cordial social metonymy
north a grey impalpable state betwixt new york and pennsylvania
lady mary liberty bastion tower from joyce to antiquity
a fiction: mythological desire for the unascertainable, a curse on
women men children and your anonymity a fantasy – worsen –
grant that we may all love whom which we cannot name in person.

the bleak midwinter has been here since our beginning
and your love feast will be held regardless
when december’s red haired moon swoons in the lamplight
breathing come to me and hysterical
i’m coloring the moon and hysterical
the hyacinth become chrysanthemums
upon my canvas blood from wrist to fist
cyanosis to crimson to a wine of grape delsym
twitching at the bewitching hour: brushing this

monochromatic flow for the indigo angels i painted
with a vast hand half past the stroke of distraction
fraction of a clenched fist misprinting friction on a canvas famished
the grandfather in my grandmother’s kitchen no longer chims chim cheree by the hour
and hour by hour, charleston recedes to the sea while the watercolors wave unto thee
you fuckers.

louis knew, perhaps that's why he gave me a moog
which should rhyme with rogue
who brew a smooth double mocha porter
that drowned a korg drum machine accountable
for a number of these sonic smatterings
between cheap merlot
and freshly roasted espresso beans...
bitch.

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from 183427106 LP, released January 28, 2014

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Grant Livesay Winston Salem, North Carolina

dogged sonic diary curating hobbyist otherwise doppelgänging as producer, arranger, composer, multi-instrumentalist, lyricist, vocalist, recording engineer, vocal engineer, compiler, mixing engineer, and mastering engineer -





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