1. |
The Vessels
05:51
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Woman wrought from salt compacted of vengeance
Her only name is the wife of a one-syllable man
And the men with feet run from the sulphurous fire
She is left looking back and thinking, don’t leave
He said, you can’t be my wife, you must be my sister
Your role will be just one in a massive harem
Then they glean in plagues that she is protected
She is left looking back and thinking, don’t leave
Dress is spotted with blood
Unclean for seven days
Give birth to a boy
Unclean for thirty-three days
Give birth to a girl
Unclean for sixty-six days
All impurities
Render you unclean
Instead of breaking bread he would break me
He lusts and then he loathes when he lies with me
Now I hold my head, I tear at my sleeves
From my brother Absalom’s house I can’t leave
Dress is spotted with blood
Unclean for seven days
Give birth to a boy
Unclean for thirty-three days
Give birth to a girl
Unclean for sixty-six days
All impurities
Render you unclean
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2. |
Blush and Stammer
03:04
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May be a figment but it’s perfect
I can’t speak I just blush and stammer
Press my body close to this apparition
Physical in theory but it can’t seem to be
When I feel its breath I just blush and stammer
When I see its lashes I lose my head
See it can be whatever is my fancy
It’s a mirage it’s a perfect beast
In its fact I just blush
Blush and stammer
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3. |
32, rue Blondel
03:45
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Comme vous voulez
Whatever you need
Comme vous voulez
Whatever you want
I’ve been yearning I’ve been burning
One part through another part of me
I’ve been spreading I’ve been threading
Your part through another part of me
Comme vous voulez
Whatever you need
Comme vous voulez
Whatever you want
Gauge his size gauge his weight
How much can he pay for his pleasure
Slip under this door locked and cold
And enrapture in screaming leisure
Comme vous voulez
Whatever you need
Comme vous voulez
Whatever you want
Lean my head back throw my hips back
One place where I never thought I’d be
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4. |
Head of Steam
04:03
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I like monkeys
They’re funny
I like midgets, too
And ice cream
Puppies and sunshine
You could see it in his face
He was a drinker
What’s it like to be a loser?
Is there a name for what’s wrong with you?
I’m very cheerful, can’t you see?
I’m very, very cheerful
And people like me
Can I have a monkey?
I like monkeys
They’re funny
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5. |
Youghal Harbour
01:35
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6. |
Imitate
02:22
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Fissures cut so clean
Stars beneath the hairline
She’s half machine
She’s a mechanized dream
Exorcise what’s a piece of me
Pull skin over tight
Cast me in a synthetic pallor
I’ll imitate your light
Just as I was meant to be
Surely suits me fine
Shed my ribs shrink my perimeters
Imitate your lines
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7. |
Red and Broken Flowers
03:11
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8. |
Drinking Man
04:24
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Chunks of meat and lemon meringue pie
Blast through this chubby sky
My pinkie is made of clay
She's pointing at the Milky Way
Skip, skip, skip to my bloodhound
Punch that clown down
Down down frowny town
Drink a fish and make a wish
That we may live
To see the light of May
Is Friday ok?
I am a drinking man
Trapped inside this can
Clinkity clinkety clinkety clop
Run and run and run and stop
Come, sit your lazy flesh down on this beam
Next to all my broken dreams
And we'll sit together
In the silence and black and slop
Small talk in circles with squares
Who drink to avert my vacant stares
They talk in private about my hair
Or nod politely and pretend to care
Everyone loves a clown
And my old suit is all pressed now
So that the wool is shiny and dank
Compressing the smoke and vomit and stank
And I wait
Until the booze I crave
Washes over me
I am a drinking man
Can’t you see?
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9. |
Myth Fatale
02:20
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There’s more than one
And she’s one of his two
Child ripped from the head
Head of Zeus
He could keep her
In a pretty box
With a special key
And a special lock
Unattainable perfection
Numb and pale
And she can’t contain
All the ways
He wants her to remain
She’s discontent
With her entity
Scrapes for herself
So frantically
Intellectual pedestal
There’s more than one
And she’s one of his two
Sister deity as nemesis
And you perpetuating her same paler myth
Please
You’ve got to let her go
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10. |
House Fire
02:49
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Larry's waiting for his calling
But Larry's always falling down
Larry's drinking till the morning
But morning’s never coming 'round
Larry's life is passing slowly
There’s poetry in lying down
Larry hasn't a got a cigarette
But Larry's house is burning down
Larry is falling
Always falling down
Now's a good time to fall to the ground
Larry has a guilty secret
That no one cares to figure out
He hides behind a moving target
And wallows in his charming doubt
Don't accuse him of ambition
Don’t believe him when he shouts
He says, Fee-fi-fo-fum I'll chase you
Till I break your fading spirit down
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11. |
Sawdust and Glitter
03:41
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12. |
Chanson de Yolaine
02:53
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Je vous ai vue dans la rue ma chérie
Vous êtes toute belle vous êtes à Paris
Mais vous vous cachez dans votre chambre petite
Encore assez grande pas encore réduite
Je vous ai vue dans votre chambre petite
Prédiction qui se réalise l’agoraphobie
Où sont les amis? Où sont les salons?
Revenez ma chérie vous vivez trop loin
Je vous ai vue dans la fleuve ma chérie
Écrivaine en herbe la nouvelle Ophélie
Je vais vous traduire vivez en moi
Tu seras à moi je serai à toi
Vivez en moi
Tu seras à moi je serai à toi
Vous pouvez vivre en moi
Tu seras à moi je serai à toi
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13. |
Playing the Body
03:32
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In this song I could be
Built like Marilyn
Five foot three
I’m all hips I’m all lips
I’m a sexual tyranny
In this song I could be
Idealized hanger
A six-foot tree
Branded and banded
Strapped in heels
I’m all towering
Over me
Write it up and down my legs
But that won’t make it me
My mind it’s running so far ahead
But I become a woman
When I’m playing the body
In this song I could be
National average
One forty three
Quantify me
And sexualize me
As I’m singing
Can you hear my body
There are footsteps in the hall
But you can’t tell the sex of the step
In this neutered tongue
Suis-je belle?
Suis-je belle?
Suis-je belle?
My body stops before my thoughts
If a body’s a woman
Can her head be a man’s?
La tête le corps
In this song I could be
Anything you want me to be
Not a woman I’m not a man
I am textual androgyny
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Minim Chicago, Illinois
“Midwestern power post-punk with wit, math rock with sex appeal.”—Monica Kendrick, Chicago
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Minim (1996-2003) was Jenn Solheim and James Gillespie, with drummers Eric Mahle, Chad Lind, Tim Daisy, Tom Collier.
Listen to our 7"/EP on Dyslexic Records (1997): dyslexicrecords.bandcamp.com/album/fine-or-superfine-70-lbs-bonus-track
Band web site: www.facebook.com/MinimChicago/
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