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Button music lyrics
Unbutton
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button with no buttonhole no shirtsleeve collar waistband epaulette cuff lip fly eye double rose-pinned lapel stiff upper breast pocket shadow button where button was
2.
button made of wood bone plastic metal doesn’t matter as long as it’s tough this will be bloodless the prick is not the point
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button as brass cross-section of a .22 cartridge remote as some other planet’s fallen sun four black spots bottomless
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lost button in the road pancake-flat punctured ready for rain’s dropped stiches
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button up your overcoat (you got me buttoned) mismatched button green among the red those are buttons that were his eyes button hanging by a
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target arrow-pierced each orifice entrance & exit as softness is to strength as freedom is to bind as wholeness is to mend as circle is to square
Cards from the Tarot de Marseille
King of Cups
I hold a candle to your cup Is that deep blue void or full Careful don’t spill one drop can light the way for days
The Hermit
I have grown old at the crossroads waiting for you The urn is empty ashes scattered long ago How can we live unguided by love every day pacing the burial grounds trying to avoid open graves I stand at the edge and look down is that button or breadcrumb Among stubborn roots a few dead leaves
Le Pape
music is the wise man’s religion music is power music talks music is the root of all evil a good name is better than music health is better than music life’s too short to save music show me the music music makes the world go round music doesn’t grow on trees music is better than poverty anyone who’s made music has gone broke a fool and his music are soon parted put your music where your mouth is this is blood music you can bet your bottom note time is music use it or lose it if music burns a hole in your pocket put a button in it
© 2022 – Phoebe Tsang / All Rights Reserved
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Button Music
When things go missing, we can get lost in the spaces they leave behind …
Button Music blurs the line between poetry and song. It’s an album of linked pieces for voice and violin, where a single word can say as much as a cascade of echoing chords. It’s a manual for everyday magic, a magpie’s almanac. Minimalist songwriting meets rhapsodic improvisation, as acoustic violin and vocals lead you on a flaneur’s pilgrimage through a Brueghelian underworld of lost buttons. Lush string textures and quirky melodies conjure buttons and buttonholes, presence and absence, the things we let go of and the things we can’t live without. This is music from the cabaret where Duchamp plays card tricks while Breton reads your tarot cards.
Music and text: Phoebe Tsang
Release date: Spring 2019, TBA
Label: Off (Belgium)