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Matron Arcana - A Catalogue of Mystery

by Matron Records

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  • ”Matron Arcana - A Catalogue of Mystery” is a Matron Records zine & accompanying label comp featuring 7 songs envisioned as curious objects with illustrations & descriptions by Eliza Lutz. Limited edition of 100 zines.

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Dirt devils filling her lungs iron red it gets in her teeth salt sweat stings her eyes wandering not lost wandering not lost an intentional missing person sun blisters skin flakes off visions of flight eyes roll back birds circle a storm of feathers and dirt wandering not lost wandering not lost an intentional missing person wind picks up she never hit the ground her memory blacks out the sun a thousand wings beat over the horizon
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Nobody wanted to see you And all of the pieces that brought you down How every day was page from A story that they never meant to read In your heart the sun’s rolling over In order to cope with another day Living like a fish out of water Catch and release is a kind of death But whose is the failure to thrive when Everyone saw but nobody stepped in And now that the rust has come off The truth was right below the surface How did you handle your anger? When you discovered you’d been ignored. You realized that love isn’t really Enough to make sure people do their part What will do you do when you’re older? Unable to say why you never been proud Handed a life full of tangles And nothing left over to free yourself But whose is the failure to thrive when Everyone saw but nobody stepped in And now that the past has become More than a story that you Tell to make sense of the weight The terrible waste in turning away When every move that you make Is tied to a past you couldn’t shake We win some and we lose some what’s leftover when we took nothing but all was left behind from the kind of life we’ve tried to build on Of all that we’ve been given can we not just be forgiven? For faults past on from lives unknown to future dreams left unwritten Tell me what I’m doing wrong? I feel like I get nothing done Each day is a brand new mess I never feel like I’m doing my best
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The road up near San Cristobal flows over a series of ridges. It climbs steeply up then descends quickly down. There is a house in Arroyo Hondo where we bought homemade absinthe from a dead man, although I didn’t believe he was dead at the time. And when the bottle was empty that evening and we had all lain down to sleep, I felt a sadness I couldn’t explain. And when the dead man from Arroyo Hondo visits me in my dream, he is holding aloft a green liquid that I taste without it touching my lips. And he asks me of his wife and child, but I have no answer for him. I never knew his wife, nor his child, nor his name. No, I can’t even picture his face. There is a road heading East out of Questa where we once bought cocaine from a stranger. Driving into the mountains I sincerely believed that I couldn’t be harmed. There is a house just east of Cerrillos that I once almost burned to ground. I didn't feel so Invincible then. Now, when I drive through Arroyo Hondo I am aware that one day I will die. I am keenly aware of the passing of time. And when the dead man from Arroyo hondo visits me in my dream, he is holding aloft a green liquid that I taste without it touching my lips. and he he asks me of his wife and child, but i have no answer for him. I never knew his wife, nor his child, nor his name. No, I can’t even picture his face.
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Slowdive Fast start Alive alive alive Of the heart No fear Open wings Spread Get in Swim Breathe Underwater Breathe
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Hours of wings in your room A wall of broken closet shutter doors She casts her scratches, these contrasts Illuminating, Incantations Throwback, Bareback Exposed but in control I think Hours of wings beneath my bed A wind at my back that throws the air Salting the wounds to make them shine Each in my bed at different times I’d swallow the sun and burn your tongue If only to leave you left undone Throwback, Bareback Exposed but in control I think Don't hold me forever

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released April 13, 2019

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