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The Widow

by Tom Violence

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1.
Wretched Tattered from where we come Wretched Tattered from where we come Crawling Out of the sea we come Crawling Out of the sea we come With its own flesh and muscle The body creates its art Pain in forward motion Body creates its art Wrents in the skull where fissures Seam and dart Metal slicing open Pennied seams that part Shivering stillness Beads on cold blue skin Last of the motion Pendular, clicking the ribs A child’s diorama, painful squirts that rip That rip (rpt 4x) Out of the sea Towards death we crawl (Rpt 4x) Wretched (rpt 2x) Out of the sea towards death we crawl Wretched (rpt 2x)
2.
Seamripper 01:43
Your blood and my blood, mixing together Mixing together, from our third eyes Feel it on your fingers, taste it Fingers in the rusty vein (rpt 2x) Born and bred in violence To violence we return (rpt 2x) At our body’s junctures To violence we return (rpt 2x) Ripper, ripper, ripper To violence we return (rpt 2x) When I was a child, I used a seam ripper To cut my hands (rpt 2x)
3.
The Beggar 03:39
Negative waterfall Dampening rocks behind Static down the rocky wall Holding each curve and line Crawling on wiry hands Leads a ragged horse behind Entering from shadowed stands Granite lines and mist entwined Bodily excess bones Dripping off his narrow face Muscles quake, atrophied Hobbling towards your embrace Holding up his spectral wares The tattered beggar looks to sell Bits of gristle, bone and hair Scavenged from each friend he felled Only death can give real bliss Only death can give real bliss Only death can give real bliss Only death can give real bliss Asking you if you will hold His tattered body in your hands Seeking love of the damned Seeking trust of the damned Know him and he’ll gladly give every single happiness Know him, then, at last, you’ll live Only Death can give real bliss Only Death can give real bliss Only Death can give real bliss Only Death can give real bliss Only Death can give real bliss Know him and he’ll gladly give every single happiness Know him, then, at last, you’ll live only death can give real bliss
4.
Deer 06:15
Stones weighing down my pockets I descend into the cold lake at dawn-- Moving lithely, the willing icy reaper follows in my path. Mist embraces the lake, breaks surface link of water and air divided erased in a hazy nebula clouded by mud and hoofmarks. Deer run here-- I heard once, one ran into an oncoming car his antlers pierced a young girl through the window. Deer run here Deer stand in death’s dark gateway Deer bounding on an endless sheet of black Deer, with their skulls and skin colliding Deer, galloping at you from beyond The cold will swallow you up for nothing I wish that I were dead I wish that I were dead Deer run here
5.
Brood Sow 03:20
The animals sing, their speaking gristle Broken neck and bloody thistle Sings the song of the brood sow Sings the song of the brood sow Sings the song of the brood sow Sings the song of the brood sow Sons and daughters, hanging limp Shattered ribs up through their skin Sings the song of the brood sow Sings the song of the brood sow Sings the song of the brood sow Sings the song of the brood sow My husband, coming from the woods Knows no different, as he should Does not see the slaughtered children Tastes the pie that they are baked in Hips and thighs, breasts and lips Muscles hanging, matted strips Tastes like jam upon my lips With the song of the brood sow And with his hand clenched at his throat He coughs and then begins to choke His nails are clawing at my face As I give him a last embrace He struggles at me, pins me down Sees the children dead around He knows the fate that he will find He knows the fate that must be mine I hear your call Persephone I’ll join you soon in Hades Perhaps I’ll meet my children there Dancing along in Hades I hear your call Persephone I’ll join you soon in Hades Perhaps I’ll meet my children there Dancing along in Hades I hear your call Persephone You sing the song of the brood sow You sing the song of the brood sow You sing the song of the brood sow I hear your call Persephone You sing the song of the brood sow You sing the song of the brood sow You sing the song of the brood sow
6.
Rats 04:32
Oh glory on high Oh glory on high Do the bones of a saint keep more worms alive? Oh glory on high Oh glory on high What price would your soul fetch in Hell? Fetid skin, fetid skin Cellar ropes bind you in rats Sharpened claws, moving mound The flesh and bodies that surround rats Feel them run, feel them trace on your lips, on your face rats Confinement You sweat Your body Entrapped Entangled Your web Concerted With god Surrender to rats Surrender to rats Rats Rats, rats, rats (rpt 2x)
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The Widow 05:14
Imagine yourself as cold as me six dead fingers grow to a tree Each one grows and each one grows Into the shape of a knot that knows It knows what happened, who you are Your silver and fillings, your stomach and heart Mountain frost reaches to the ground Your body dissolving is echoing sound Worms that jump between scalp and skull The brain exposed is bitten like wool Wind whips through and you hover over Stomach knifed open, awake and discover Stomach knifed open, awake and discover Stomach knifed open, awake and discover Stomach knifed open, awake and discover Released, your bitten hand from the Earth Long and gray and clenched bursts forth Fingers meet the night To the open air Out of the shallow grave, a figure With dragging legs at an awkward stagger Intestines hanging long like snakes The widow is released Horsemen of the apocalypse Conquest, war, famine, and death Follow in the corpse’s path The widow is released Released, the widow (rpt 2x)

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The debut album by Tom Violence

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released February 28, 2020

Vocals - Carson
Guitar/Electronics - Anna
Bass - Greg
Drums - JT

Art - Nicole Tatum
Logo & Design - Barbara Corban

Writing - Anna, Carson, Spencer

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