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“Mother’s Daughter/Ceremonies” 
Music & Lyrics by: Mercedes Ferreira-Dias

Furrowed brows relax in this tempting inn
I felt, you were close 
A serpent with the softest skin 
Cradle hands 
A friend-full touch, I charge my fingertips 
With her pulse
Imagining forbidden traded spit 	

I am my mother’s kid 
After all 

Silhouetted through the towering windows by the lights of sin 
I guessed, you were kind 
A siren with a lustful grin
Well-kept hands 
A tender touch, she wraps herself around 
My shrouded tongue 
Clipping a lover’s vow, what a delicate sound 

I am my mother’s sorrow 
After all 

Dangling feet, the river’s edge, a memory held in bliss 
I knew, you were gentle 
A sorcerous with a potioned kiss 
Matching hands 
A lovers touch, we walk along the walls
Leaving stains 
She’ll sleep, I’ll stay awake, to paint 
Over them all 

I am my mother’s child
After all  
I am my mother’s daughter
After all

Mother's Daughter - Voice Memo

Bite my tongue to pass the time 
Feel every muscle holding down my teeth give out from clenching down for years without any sign of stopping 

Now I’m left 
With empty gums 
A mouth that rattles every step I miss 
I’ve whittled down to this 
 
Is this all there is? 
Am I all there is?
Is this all there is?

Walk with a finger between my eyes
One gentle tap and the skin round those eyes melts down into the bluest blues 
Gather all the carnage 

Now I’m left 
With shaky legs 
A slippery floor a forehead catching dust and dirt 
The flesh regrows 

Is this all there is? 
Am I all there is?
Is this all there is?

Is This All There Is? - Rough Recording!

reading a dream aloud over the sound of my cracking bones!

goldsmiths - making experimental sound

i no longer wake up at 2 pm everyday

EP Track -- 2nd Version (01/07/24)

letting this version live in the way it has to

Suecia210 [2nd]

This is literally 30 recordings of me walking up & down the same two blocks in my neighborhood all stacked on top of one another. I did it until I got a little tired. 

Goldsmiths Making Experimental Sound Final (Audio #3)

WALKING

(first draft! -- need to change the ending, it feels good to sing but it doesn't feel right) 

Like a fridge, opened up 
Smelling sour, something spoiled 

Not the milk 
not the fruit 
something rotten 
it’s making it hard to look

Like two kids 
doing fun things 
the mostest funnest things 
Wrecklessly

First the laughter 
then the plummet
hear a snap
Oh god that hurt 

Don’t try too hard to fix things

Everything Smells Bad (voice memo)

first draft production & poorly mixed w/ quick vocals --- let's document 4 the fun of it and just imagine how good it will be....

Staring At The Sun - Demo (1)

[this is my baby, this is from the week she was born]

I see me 
who’s behind, in the shadow 
Don’t look closer or you’ll find yourself falling into
her mirror maze 
she’s claimed the dead with claws for legs and hearts strung on her neck 

Grow a foot 
Fear shrinks into smaller fear sprinkled everywhere 
Smoke & drink & fix the altar, praise the god of repetition 
If it all turns into nothing
All things wrong will be forgotten 
In the end 

Flow in to me 
Tear the earth and dry the seas 
Fill this old skin 
I’ve been dragging around, tripping tripping tripping and stumbling 
She takes over 
and I let her 
Heat and winter 
All together 
Caving into my own center 
It’s complete now 
It’s all mine

The Crossing - Rough Recording

wrote and recorded this song in the confines of my room today ! hope you enjoy :-) ft. catalina

Mercedes

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