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Agnes & Hilda

by Patricia Taxxon

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1.
Agnes & Hilda Ain’t just two pretty faces, they’re two whole ladies On a promenade down the avenue Here to strut their stuff and enjoy the view You might say, they look a little different. But they got a lot in common, they can talk a lot about it Be it artistry, green tea and red wine Like any other women, they’re here for a good time Some days I’m Agnes But just as often I would rather be Hilda If you’re like me, you might agree, so listen close Porque no las dos?
2.
Our use can rasterize the fall The future hankers for us all Lemme set the scene, real quick You have it all, you little demigod, the awesome is your cream Cholesterol riddled pseudopod, your claws beget the scene Like an afterthought, she spawns ever sluggishly beneath Like an apricot, she dawns o’er the ocean from your seed Are you the watcher for all your worlds? I’m asking clearly What say you to this? Look in the mist, O, you can see me in my prime But there is no shame in looking, you don’t have to hide Put down the glass between us, look me in my eyes There is no shame in looking, you don’t have to hide Our use can rasterize the fall The future hankers for us all Lemme set the scene, real quick You had her on a leash, a crass depiction, robbed her of a name So becoming, she was slathered like a lozenge with your paint For what it’s worth my liege, I’ll have you know your father was the same So curmudgeonly, he lasted ‘till he saw her in a frame You carry the pleasure within your jaw, I can see you swallow There, your throat belies Look in the mist, O, you can see me in my prime But there is no shame in looking, you don’t have to hide Put down the glass between us, look me in my eyes There is no shame in looking, you don’t have to hide
3.
Bocce 03:07
Mmh, In the rubble I can see that fucker’s breath I can see that fucker’s breath I can see that fucker’s breath I can s- Mmh, In the rubble I can see that fucker’s breath I can see that fucker’s breath I can see that fucker’s breath I can s- I play Bocce with the boys, every Wednesday by my auntie’s candy shop Roll me out n’ the court, popped on puppy endorphins, check the toss Ask the boys, call me trendy, they’ll still flaunt me like I’m class I’m a worthy opponent, bright and early I’m bowling, pack your bags I own this gig, kid, who the fuck do you think you are? Do you know how to play Bocce, do you think you’re up to par? I learned the land before you pigs did, do I look like I’m scared of death? Bitch I know how to play Bocce, I can see your fucking breath (it goes like) Mmh, In the rubble I can see that fucker’s breath I can see that fucker’s breath I can see that fucker’s breath I can s- Mmh, In the rubble I can see that fucker’s breath I can see that fucker’s breath I can see that fucker’s breath I can s-
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Overijssel 04:13
Pop, look alive, look at ease Look ahead, check, don’t avert your eyes, don’t appease Don’t draw any attention to the carpet covered figure in the back It’s the wood I’ve yet to stack, it’s a whore I had to crack Six hundred long kilometers from Zwolle to the border Law and order won’t be waiting and the days are getting shorter Sitting tight, with my wife waiting quiet like a gem How’d I end up here again? I shot my wife in Overijssel I buried her in Germany I shot her with my fancy rifle She didn’t even look at me I shot my wife in Overijssel I buried her in Germany I shot her with my fancy rifle She didn’t even look at me She was a caliper, a malady, rectangular Refurbished in the name of cut-rate incense, Satya Lavender She stunk with insincerity, essential oils her verity Disloyalty, conformity, and riches were the air she breathes She said I had no heart, as if she hadn’t taken it I saw her heart adrift, I’ll use her pearly rib to stake it in She said that I was sick, as if she had to tell me that I’ll pawn her teeth abroad, “Alkmaar, Leiden, Utrecht, and Lelystad” Pop, look alive, look at ease Look ahead, check, don’t avert your eyes, don’t appease She’s nowhere to be found no more, she’s with her father now No cell can come between my dearest wife and her new crimson gown Six hundred long kilometers from Zwolle to the border Law and order comes ‘a knocking, but I won’t be waiting for her Sitting tight, with my wife waiting quiet like a gem How’d I end up here again? I shot my wife in Overijssel I buried her in Germany I shot her with my fancy rifle She didn’t even look at me I shot my wife in Overijssel I buried her in Germany I shot her with my fancy rifle She didn’t even look at me
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Detail Sharp focus Octane render Perfect composition Chiaroscuro Cinematic character render 4k By Greg Rutkowski Rich deep colors Unreal Engine render Symmetry Centered Highly detailed Intricate Artstation Digital Art By Greg Rutkowski Perfect light Chiaroscuro 4k Artstation Masterpiece Insanely intricate Studio photo Award winning piece By Greg Rutkowski Epic Brilliant Stunning Volumetric lighting Unreal Engine Render 4k Insanely detailed Award winning photo By Greg Rutkowski
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You would know me if you saw me on the road I’m imposing, I’m explosive, I’m precocious, I’m the most I’m a roving roiling presence, I’m a lesson of the coast I’ve sung this song before, by now you’re certain how it goes, but... Can you sing along? I don’t hold you to the best, but Can’t you see the lines and dots? Don’t you feel as if you’re missing something? Do you understand? You think you know the mistress, well You see me as I am, but... I’m a skeptic of the senses, I don’t think you’ve broke The terror found in relishing pretention, I don’t think you’ve spoke To any of your characters, purveyors of your barriers The scariest it gets is far behind the world you know, so... Can you sing along? She was looking like a summer Can’t you see the lines and dots? And in turn, beget the sun within her Do you understand? You think you know the mistress, well You see me as I am, but... Can you see me with the lights off? The quale I brought to class? Articulate the beauty of a flower held behind my back Face down, ass up, represented in the black auditorium We’re telling stories of a blasphemous aurator Is the fur still succulent and downy in the mind Face down, tail up, feel it jostle in your hand It’s the beauty of a flower held behind my back I’m that doggie in the window of your church Every Sunday, you could see me if your muzzle formed the words Think absurdly in the evening, think concretely by the dawn Think along the lines you recognize, but never dared to walk Can you sing along? I don’t hold you to the best, but Can’t you see the lines and dots? Don’t you feel as if you’re missing something? Do you understand? You think you know the mistress, well You see me as I am, but... Can you sense the gold within a Friendship saved? Can you lens the lurid lines belied inside On A Clear Day? Can you grab the squalid square laid bare amongst a Desert Rain? Can you nab the stained stripes entwined a meek Untitled 8? I say! Can you sing along? She was looking like a summer Can’t you see the lines and dots? And in turn, beget the sun within her Do you understand? You think you know the mistress, well You see me as I am, but... Can you see me with the lights off? The quale I brought to class? Articulate the beauty of a flower held behind my back Face down, ass up, represented in the black auditorium We’re telling stories of a blasphemous aurator Is the fur still succulent and downy in the mind Face down, tail up, feel it jostle in your hand It’s the beauty of a flower held behind my back
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I'll Be 03:33
Just in time, I’m alright, I’m waiting on the step For something nice, music on, I’m in my one piece fancy dress One invite in the mail, you know I stamped it well, I’ll be Bright eyed and bushy tailed, you know I can’t help myself, I’ll be lLEFT PAW RIGHT PAW THIS CHEW TOY IN MY JAWS HAS HOLLOWED ALL YOUR STATIC LAWS I'M AN EFFECT WITHOUT A CAUSE LEFT PAW RIGHT PAW FEEL MORE THAN YOU MADE ME FEEL JOYOUSLY REINVENT THE WHEEL IN REPETITION I FINALLY HEAL THE ANGEL SPOKETH THUS TO ME AN ANCIENT EVIL I MUST DEFEAT WHAT I FELT I CAN'T REPEAT AND I CAN'T REPRESS AND I CAN'T RELEASE AND I CAN'T RETAIN MY INNER PEACE THE AWFUL MIGHT OF RIGHT AND DEEP MY AWFUL HEART MIGHTY AND MEEK THE AWFUL NIGHT IN WHICH I WEEP Just in time, I’m alright, I’m waiting on the step For something nice, music on, I’m in my one piece fancy dress One invite in the mail, you know I stamped it well, I’ll be Bright eyed and bushy tailed, you know I can’t help myself, I’ll be LEFT PAW RIGHT PAW THIS CHEW TOY IN MY JAWS HAS TAUGHT ME ALL IS NEVER LOST EVERYTHING WAS WORTH THE COST I KNOW WHAT’S REAL NOW AS I GAZE DOWN AT MY SAVIOUR’S FEET MY SPHEXISH TINY HEART WILL BEAT I AM INFINITESIMAL BUT COMPLETE IT COMES TO ME IN DEEPEST SLEEP IT COMES TO ME MY SOUL TO KEEP IT COMES TO ME AND TAKES ME FROM ME AND I SEE ALL I WAS MEANT TO BE AND IT'S NEVER DONE BUT I'M FULLY FREE FOR VERY FIRST TIME I FULLY BREATHE AND IT LOOKS DIFFERENT FROM MY FANTASIES AND IT FEELS DIFFERENT FROM FULFILLING NEED Just in time, I’m alright, I’m waiting on the step For something nice, music on, I’m in my one piece fancy dress One invite in the mail, you know I stamped it well, I’ll be Bright eyed and bushy tailed, you know I can’t help myself, I’ll be
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Like 04:31
I know I’m bad at this I didn’t have much practice I had a flash card deck, but I left it in my desk last friday I know I sound obnoxious I’m doing classes on this We’ve waded past the place my tests and papers tell me what to say We sit together after school I don’t talk much, I can’t sit still, you seem to be cool with that Ah, we eat together after two Our moms both make the same lunch every day, and it rules I’m not supposed to say I love you... But it sounds kinda weird when I say I like you, too I’m not supposed to say I need you But it sounds kinda weird when I say I want you, too Somehow, you cost me So little energy, you... Just don’t expect the same things of me as I’m told by my behavioral aids But in speech therapy they... They seem so proud of me, they... Gave me three comic books and sweets from my incentive yesterday! We lie together every afternoon I talk a lot more now, a lot about myself, but you know you can do that too Adrift at sea, we rest upon each other’s coats I feel a lot of things, but for this I feel the most I’m not supposed to say I love you... But it sounds kinda weird when I say I like you, too I’m not supposed to say I need you But it sounds kinda weird when I say I want you, too

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released December 23, 2022

Cover art by Blushingyokai/Bonegloss

Track 2 features Wulf Boi (they/them)
Track 7 features CJ The X (he/they)

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Patricia Taxxon Santa Cruz, California

Hi, I'm Patricia Taxxon. I make music for different moods. All of my (non-contract) tunes are free to use for any of your projects, commercial or otherwise, with credit.

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