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my love hung me out to dry
my love left me hanging 
i am washed and i am waiting 
i am wet and i am heavy 
i am lost and i am ready 

simon my cyrene 
i'm gonna need you 
before this is over I 
don't wanna die alone again 

simon my cyrene 
i'm gonna need you 
before this is over I 
don't wanna die alone again

my love hung me out to dry
my love left me hanging 
i am washed and i am waiting 
i am wet and i am heavy 
i am lost and i am ready 


simon my cyrene 
i'm gonna need you 
before this is over I 
don't wanna die alone again 

simon my cyrene 
i'm gonna need you 
before this is over I 
don't wanna die alone again

you were my only friend 
don't wanna die alone again 
you were my only friend 
don't wanna die alone again

Simon My Cyrene

I want to feel the ocean in my palms
When the right day comes my silence will break walls
Ill paint the sun for you in forty different shades
Ten for the beaches
And thirty for the stage
The moon was a girl and she cried the whole day through 
Til the sun collapsed and she was put back
Into the sky
I don't know why
I want to you to sow your heart right on my sleeve 
Maybe then we'll see the words you really mean
You say that we should talk
But I don't understand 
I don't have a voice 
And I wish you didn't have hands 
I weep to the trees,
They weep back to me
I get down on my knees
My mother does not know how to help me
I am a mosaic of past memories we share
I know the clock knows because I can see it stare
My limbs ache and I am tired all the time 
Countless remedies won't heal your one track mind
I want to feel the ocean in my palms
When the right day comes my silence will break walls
Ill paint the sun for you in forty different shades
Ten for the beaches
And thirty for the stage
I planted a seed when I was nine in just one day
It did not grow and the excitement ran away
When I was ten I realized it needed water
The news would say im someone's sister, someone's daughter
I weep to the trees
And they weep right back to me
I get down on my knees 
And pray to god that you won't forget me
Throw salt against my shins
Let me hold a tight tight grip 
Can I wring your soul out
And let it drip?
I want to you to sow your heart right on my sleeve 
Maybe then we'll see the words you really mean
You say that we should talk
But I don't understand 
I don't have a voice 
And I wish you didn't have hands

How To Mourn Your Own Death

(they must be blind with rage!)

Horns on my right
Monkey on my back 
Joy to the left

Who else is with me in this place I found?
It feels so profound
We shout so loud and hardly make a sound

And I feel it all light up in here
Just like this candle from my mother dear
We spent so many years so very near

(Horns, Monkey, Joy...)

IvelearnedalotIvegotalottolearn
I've seen some sights that'll make your stomach turn
Other sights, I feel the ocean churn...
I see the season turn...

My loves, why did you cross the picket line?
Lay down all arms, lay down with piece of mind
And let it come to me, it comes to me in time

I know it's boundless, but I'll soon forget
Don't want it even though I know I won't regret it, but I
Can't deny that I'm not over it yet

Lipstick cladonia and eyeliner
Look at the purple peaks yonder
And flutter forth and feel stronger

Horns on my right
Monkey on my back
Cold wind on my tail
Path is pitch black
Jackson went for fear
Jimmy turned back
There's nothing over there
But a general lack of the
Joy to the left

HornsMonkeyJoy

I guess it was just another little brain game
I guess it was just another one of my
Self-inflicted migraines
So now that it's all sorted out, I drill it in my cranium
That's the: pain, yang, hey

What's the move, man? Why don't you work out a plan...
What's the move, what's up? I'm feeling down-down...damn (damn!)
If it's all smoke and mirrors and fears then I'll be
And say: oh, mercy me!

And one would think
That now that I have drilled that in my brain
I could climb down off of this crane
And shh!

Off Crane!

Bedroom_-_In_my_Head_65175525.mp3

Lyrics:

Somebody bring him a lighter
I think he’s having a panic attack
instead of looking for someone to blame
he knows that he’s the one that’s broken
 
It all died on the fourth of July
I could feel your heart get colder
Romeo is tired
but he won’t give up
keep trying
 
He put his heart on the line again
why is love so hard to find
I guess it started out good
and it never got better 
cause he’s positive it’s falling apart
 
He put his heart on the line again
why is love so hard to find
I guess it started out good
and it never got better 
cause he’s positive it’s falling apart
 
I wasn’t one for the lights and fame
but ain’t it silly how dreams get bigger
we’ve all turned into different shapes
so how the hell do I tape this picture 
 
You’ve always had such a careless mind
like when you left me there at the restaurant 
I hadn’t felt such a dark deep blue
there wasn’t any love left from you
 
no
no
no
no
 
no
no
no
no
 
He put his heart on the line again
why is love so hard to find
I guess it started out good
and it never got better 
cause he’s positive it’s falling apart
 
He put his heart on the line again
why is love so hard to find
I guess it started out good
and it never got better 
cause he’s positive it’s falling apart

kristen was my best friend (romeo is tired)

Art by Libby Harris

Evergreen mind
In my dreams I'm a florist
Loving me is kind
When I escape to the forest

"I see you in the trees
What are you doing ?
Why are you up there ?"
It's all I hear them say

Evergreen mind
In my dreams I'm a florist
Loving me is kind
When I escape to the forest

"Maybe he's trying to be a cloud
He's certainly not doing us proud"
I guess I'll stay up here forever
Although I'm getting colder weather

Lost in the forest
He's Evergreen
Lost in the forest 
He's Evergreen

Evergreen

RIVER SONG

bedroom folk pop for the ex-youth group kids and the intrinsically disordered, the flesheaters and flagellants, the immaculate, the vampires, and all of god's little mercenaries

Prism

Lazarus Pearl (fka bitterfruits) is an Oregonian queer folk/ art pop singer-songwriter with a distinctive vibrato, incisive lyrics, and an electrifying stage presence.

Reviews for Lazarus Pearl: 

“butch, but make it Elton John” - GR 

“No less than mesmerizing” -Erin 

Insta: https://instagram.com/lazaruspearl?igshid=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA==

Simon My Cyrene

Lazarus Pearl

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