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tortured poets department <​/​3

by bly wallentine

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i'm a tortured poet and i didn't even know it how could i leave all these moments to die? how could i sleep as life passed me by?
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i'll see what i can leave behind in my old head but i wanna move up gently the cat is scratching at the old scratching post and i feel the resistance between my shoulder blades i couldn't relay this twice but i want terrible things to happen behind me and beautiful things to rise in front of me absolute zero swallowing hollow pity i can't be all of it all the time do you remember that time you unwound, you collapsed to the dirt and found a reason the little acorn off the cherrybark oak, well, it split into two and unearthed a precious seed and you cradled it in your hand on the dock at the harbor i started to believe that there was some leviathan lurking in the sea i'm a fool to the shadow, the shallows i know well so i step toward the sunset and deepen into hell i deepen into hell
3.
the shrieking unscummed the pond and i saw it glowing indigo every bloom was desperate for a sip of satan's bloodbath boy, they drank their fuckin fill! i don't wanna die burying all this anger deep inside i'll let it out a little bit i can't stand the grime of numbing it out and acting like i'm fine i'll leak it out a little at a time i'll sneak it out the windows of my mind i'll tweak it out and feel it all unwind i'll freak you out a little at a time i let it all go to shit and i never got it out of me every time i tried to scream it took me to the brink of peace still i can't unleash the beast
4.
everyone took so long to everyone had forgotten they lost my name everyone thought i'd left but everyone thought i'd left but i was hiding under the kitchen table making room for playtime it turned to bloodshed dreamland turned into vengeance playtime it turned to bloodshood dreamland turned into violence where did i put that kill switch? where did i put the button, the big red NO under a silent mayhem under a breath that i could not keep it down in my lungs it slithered out and made itself alive then it turned to bloodshed life-breath turned into vengeance alive then it turned to bloodshed life-breath turned into violence
5.
well, i did what i could to be honest but it didn't even matter no my telepsychopathologic meaning got lost in the pixelated dandelion flurries so i gnawed at a fray in my sweater and it started to unravel and i let it do its self-annihilating yeah, i let it fall apart let it fall apart and let it break down into oblivion watch it fully die and watch the worms feast all good things come from shit all goodness is living earthworm shit underneath all the leaves in the garden that descended from the heaven and became a holy miracle of maggots i wept as my body was transfigured into manna and the flies, well, they gnawed at my belly and it started to unravel and i lay there in the shitty disassembly yeah, i let it fall apart i know better by now, but i didn't know then, no i didn't know how to see behind the shimmering smattering of abalone pussywillow you know better than me that a little undone is a season unleashed and you remind me of the ocean under the moonlight
6.
looking back 01:21
i've told terrible lies to myself i pretend that i'm wise when i need help i could've done better looking back
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fool forever 05:19
waking up in summer and finding my head in the clownfish galaxy popsicle neither of my parents or middle school teachers told me i could feel so much grief and still be awestruck every day i see so much beauty dripping from between the pixels of this nightmare dreamland elevator plummeting at breakneck speed speed racer please save us late at night I wander the whole enchilada adorned in jewels I abandoned while thinking through the problems of honeydew melons I frequent all the gutters wet with floods of my unwept sobs oh cause jesus is taking a snooze jesus is taking a power nap he really deserves it he's been leaving us hanging for so long i'll say it once "i didn't know that i could leave it on the back porch of some ocean ricocheting through the void" i'll say it twice "i didn't know that i could climb into the second voice it didn't tell me what it was" are you my mom? are you my dad? are you the alien of quivering light that kills mosquitos underneath another day of getting done a pile of shit i dragged up from the yawn oh fool forever that i am
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about

taylor don't sue me i'm doing my best

i made this record because i want to be a whole human who is alive entirely, who does not shut anything down. all woman, all man, all everything you'll never understand, but please won't you try?

i believe in love, i believe in facing what is real, looking it in the eye, inviting it to show itself to me, and witnessing its aliveness in awe. i believe in leprechauns.

i believe in rage, terror, joy, gratitude, hatred, kindness, death, rebirth, undiscovered secrets, unknown mysteries, the last moments crumbling into nothingness, the next ones undissolving up into concrete substance, felt, sensed, known, touched intimately through the viscous veil of experience.

wish me the best, homies. taylor don't sue me. i'm alive for a moment, and so are you. let us be at ease and know life in pleasure, or in other words, all-encompassing self-love.

xo bly

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released March 23, 2024

all music written, performed, and produced by bly wallentine.
additional vocals by eliza mae finlinson, sam burton, and kylie power.
photo by gabriel roan

somewhere out there og by linda ronstadt and james ingram

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