FIVE TRACKS FROM "SOFIA RETA - TWISTED OUBLIETTE" 2023

FOURSOME

GREEN MOON

BOX - BEAST - EARTH

Now that I’ve lost,
I’ve found what I’ve gained
Demons, the cross
Heaven’s final flame

Now I
Think I’ve
Lost you

Come back home
Hold me
Dangerously. 

Fool’s gold, Midas 
Don’t be so sure…
Fool’s gold, Midas
Don’t be so sure…
Only once before

FOOL’S GOLD

It’s a life we’ve paid for
Has the well run dry

All the stone rooks on the sable bow

So you’ve picked some words
And thought you were wise to use them
Now the stinking soil
Just bears resemblance to charity 

(If I could lace up my 
Jagged
Intimacy)

To sound unlike a bird
Or moments you’ve heard 

Don’t waste time
Cross and run
Always the night:
Kingdom Come!

KINGDOM (SEASICK)

It’s all for the taste 
A body is wound
Into my own
Made a landscape
The hills and lakes
Dangerous curve 
Bound

Heaven screams

Deeds undone

Heaven screams

Deeds un-
Done

It’s all for the taste 
A body is wound 
Into
My own
The landscape is rising
The hills and the lake
Dangerous curve is
Bound

DEEDS UNDONE

erase and rewind

Iron quilted unto me:
Ornament me!

Could never hide will:
Seize my wrist!

Then guide me!

Where the fountain is
Shivering placid
Sings: the gloamed electric
Current travels through me 
A forking tongue lashing
Me back
Into bed

Your diligence is impressive,
Your belligerence is charming
Your shame is endearing
The judge is disarming 


Bargello or whipstitch 
Bargello or whipstitch 
Bargello or whipstitch
To weigh down the veil
Byzantine-braided
To hold the veil
Where the brook meets the road
Where the swing meets the house 

Bargello or whipstitch 
Bargello or whipstitch 
To hold down the veil

Where the brook meets the road
Where the swing the house
Where the insect meets the seed

BARGELLO OR WHIPSTITCH

Pitch

The cook is the devil
Takes you by 
The small of your back
And leads you through a tour
Of this continent 

All the ruins surrender 
Their new proteins 
Manifold, many 
Collapse into a comb 

The bitter legs
And a lonely torso
A kératine supérette 
Under Immense nudity 

Immeasurable 
And not without honour 
The first moan in a
Joyous breath of cotton

Uninvite these hands 
From our own body 
To steel themselves
From this concerted effort

Above the orchestras pit
Another tensed wire 
From bone to the bone
Plucked to quake 

The funny slut I am
Growing up again 
I cannot write something -
To read on this gravy train 

The second wave on land 
It’s coming through the pitch 
A severed wire humming
Above the orchestra pit

PITCH

Quake the blood
Bending body
Shift the grip 
Pinprick hiss
Unfolded nylon
Gentle gift 
Beauty crypt

Soft core lash

Blinding joy
Bound to flesh
Quiet’s mouth

Delicious

Epicure’s delights
Salted room
Cream of sighs 
For rounded skin

Placed for rest 
Blackened chain
Strobing teeth

Hysterical 

Key hole
Backward blue 
Perfect pitch
Twisting twine

Molten mist

Very funny

Soft core lash

Bound to flesh

Delicious 

Delicious

DELICIOUS

RUNNING UP THAT HILL 23

Delicate 
Grinding body
Stretching fabric, tightened chest
Flowing hair
Quickening
Blitz!
Feast
Cracking scratch
Brand new pulse
Tell me what you like
Tell me what you want
Lake of love
Delicate
Grinding body
Stretching fabric, tightened chest
Flowing hair
Quickening
Blitz!
Feast
Cracking scratch
Brand new pulse 
Tell me what you like
Tell me what you want
What you need


Eyes to spy from the bed
Back to trace from the head
Hole to drip for the cock
Quietly, pillow talk
Tooth to champ at the bit
Crop to whip the mouth
Spit to what’s allowed
Grip the dick for 
what’s allowed

Blitz!
Feast!
Feeding frenzy
Breath
Oh, berserker
Blitz!
Feast!
Berserker
Berserker

BERSERKER

Hacksawsickle
Scythetouch 
Sourslice
Harvesthone 
Hingeheap
Blacktar
Legionette
Roasarist 
Preciousist 
Smokestone
Hairdye 
Pinkfilm
Lenscap 
Thunderstrum
Silverskin 
Lampload 
Gravequake
Lightleak 
Wickerspell
Bramblebite
Raintomb
Cryptcloud 
Waterrise
Blackfruit
Inkshot
Noisegnat 
Toadspine
Candlestitch
Candysnap
Suckerpinch 
Glassingly
Couplette 
Enginelick 
Strikerod
Dynamette
Flourescintine
Claywash
Minaresste
Minaresste
Its now here
Gravequake
Gravequake
Gravequake

MALICE [file 03:// SIGIL]: GRAVEQUAKE

i dont want to scare you
but it feels like you got here
just in time

Prince of sweetest hiss
"can i do that too?"
yes angel i hope you do

hope it doesn't scare you
for bitter bard isn't bluebeard
as though it may appear
i'm here for the curtain call
"hands and knees"
Gloss baby

i like it when you talk with your mouth full
i like it when you talk with your mouth full

cool slate dawn slip into
velvet body drawn exquisite
bright blue morning

arrow knocked, surely aim
right between my eyes
gloss baby

i like it when you talk with your mouth full
i like it when you talk with your mouth full

GLOSS

All That She Wants

Shining despair
Blighted by the torrent!
If only to make these moments
Last
A little 
Longer

Shining despair
Slivered as a slice
Of distant stone.
Now, burn bright!

Maps upon maps
Maps upon maps 
Homeward, now 

Shining despair 
Given a rusted knot
From the brackish rogue. 
Oh, summon now:
Judge to carry the burning blood!

Maps upon maps
Maps upon maps
Homeward, now 

MALIGNANT!

For this witchcraft:
A keening stone
Casting, split
Crackerjack

(Hiss for now)

Maps upon maps
Maps upon maps
Homeward, now

Crackerjack 
Shining despair
Shining despair

WITCHCRAFT [rework 24]

ESPRESSO (Sabrina Carpenter cover)

BLOODTYPE: quiet’s helm
Speak now Lust (or lost)
Why don’t you swarm,
Now, doesn’t that feel nice?

Tight white rope
Coil

BLOODTYPE: hissing room
Would you like more?
Now, doesn’t that feel nice?

Tight white rope
Coil
Tight white rope
Coil 

Fool’s feast : LUCK ARRAY
Here, my hands burn
Now, doesn’t that feel nice 

Tight white rope
Tight white rope
Coil
Tight white rope
Tight white rope 
Coil

Blade to my throat,
I would still say yes 
It’s something that I crave 

Now that I see it’s still growing
I can sleep through the day
While we’re running toward the sun
Please, fire grow

Tight white rope

COIL

IN THE AIR TONIGHT 24

Remix of OMEN from “Quiet’s Helm” 
Http://sofiareta.bandcamp.com

OMEN (unwound)

OMEN ~ SPELLBOOK VERSION

If it’s terrible, 
Redo the lights 
And enter again
If the daytime sky
Is bright black
It’s because
The well has been
Drunk up 

Turn the ignition
Ultraflex 
A delicious ride in-
-side the limousine
Gilgamesh

Petrol syrup
Spark caress the blood
Petrol syrup
Daytime sky
Bright black

Can we meet
Along the coastline
Drive along
The blonde
Oceanside
Another landscape
Of purity in design
Intersection
Exit 7

Now a spray
Of birch
To a filigree
Concrete
Humming
Handsome
Glove snap back
On the bleakness engine
Seamless
Clean, can you imagine?

Petrol syrup
Spark caress the blood
Petrol syrup
Daytime sky 
Bright black
Petrol syrup
Spark caress the blood
Petrol syrup 
Daytime sky
Bright black

PETROL

NYLON

PONTIFF

LONG LONG WAY TO GO

ASHES TO ASHES

ceremony

Only You (YAZOO)

EST 2011
Experimental project exploring the ramifications of decentralised identity in pop music 

CONTACT: xvalentine@gmail.com

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