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 museum music 

composed, produced, written and performed by Linnaea

 dialogue recorded in David's apartment, downtown St. Louis, while making gnocchi, 2017 

you wanna, you wanna

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you wanna, you wanna

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you wanna, you wanna

your passions caged in marble rubrics​

men calculated the acoustics​

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ladies in blue bring out their broomsticks​

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now the gift shop's got you​

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kinda fucked up​

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kinda fucked up, don't it?

animated brushstrokes

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wet drapery, oh

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down in the basement, your ancestors' thievery, oh

you've been told your bones are pressed with Rodin's thumbs. You laugh, you think you sculpt yourself, but he sculpted everything else.

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screaming sorry at the walls with broken beams, something women of your blood have always known but never seen. we point it out but never bleed.

© 2022 by Laken van der Syl.

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