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All Tomorrows
03:04
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I feel most at home in the heat
Underneath weeping trees
I find it most suiting when you’re slow with me
If all my dreams were coming true
I’d be having them next to you
But dreams are made to make up for the truth
You tasted like a secret
Or a feeling I could never forget
And when you left it still stuck to my lips
If all my dreams were coming true
I’d be having them next to you
But dreams are made to make up for the truth
I’ll love you through all tomorrows
And whatever else it is that follows
I’ll love you through all tomorrows
And whatever else it is that follows
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Keep to the Yard
01:14
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I want to be the cigarette lit between her lips
Gayer than the holidays
Or the harness on her hips
But I’m broken like a dog
I sit, I come when called
I’ll do their tricks and keep to the yard
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Beyond the Night
03:51
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Thunder overhead be a halo
Or the silhouette of a stage
Or sounds to bring them home
Memories light the lawn
No one is sleeping
Still your voice comes on
Please stay with me
Hold me in your song
Oh, I feel it in my chest
Bound and broken
How I want to love in the open
In the faces I call home
In the face that I call home
I admit I’m still learning
How to be loved, how to survive
We wake to a different morning
Those who dream beyond the night
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In the Clearing
03:58
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You made me your prince
Instead of making me over
I had the bandage on for so long
I forgot what was broken
We stand together in the clearing
With you, I feel the debris settling into possibilities
With you, I feel the debris settling into possibility
But oh, I miss my southern queens
And their spring fed dreams
And roots that steep up to cypress knees
And all the weight of everything
Comes more than goes
On bending bodies
With so much to hold
I want to know home
And my voice wants its own body
When I’m alone staring up at a freckled ceiling
I can’t seem to think much else of anything
Oh, I can’t seem to think much else of anything
Oh, I can only be
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Broken Teeth
02:08
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Were they wasted afternoons?
I learned the most after school
Holding your body like an heirloom
I have dreams of broken teeth
Playing on repeat
Still no one craves your underneath like I do
On a polaroid of the sun, you wrote
“Never stop looking up”
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Gabe Darling Jacksonville, Florida
Gabe Darling (they/them) is a songwriter, musician, and audio engineer. They approach their practice from a queer feminist perspective, one that has largely been shaped by their trans* journey in the cultural climate of the South. Their solo venture is an intimate reveal of the artist's inner currents, from which they weave haunting and enrapturing soundscapes and movements. ... more
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