Linqua Franqa – Eight Weeks (Apartment Sessions)


You see me in the street, I fairly reek of appealbut only superficially ‘cause underneath it is sealed.Giving people peeks helps to cheapen the thrillso it’s Linqua Franqa redefining keepin it.You see me in the street, I fairly reek of appealbut only superficially ‘cause underneath it is sealed.Giving people peeks helps to cheapen the thrillso it’s Linqua Franqa redefining keepin it.In november,I never thought the sun would shine again,but now I’m on the other side of itand like the scent of cyanide and pissI’m a little bitter ‘bout summertimeand how it left me high and drylike a skittish lamb in the lion’s den.Now I don’t trust these summer days‘cause where the fuck were theywhen I took knife to skin andwanted my entire life to end?Summer abandoned meand now it’s handin mea Spanish beach and a can to drink of the Heineken,like “sorry bout ya suicidal kick,here’s a plastic pool, won’t you dive in it?Here’s some acid too:delightfully Dionysian.”But I find myself desensitized to how absurdly nice it isto step outside my crib and smell the lilacs and the hyacinths.But then again,if everything in your environmentis conspiring to uplift you and cannot,then maybethere’s something on the inside that’s the problem.But how was, but how was, but how wasbut how was I supposed to know?Two heteros wed togethertheir wettened genitals,Central to it’s the pleasure.Parenthood is parenthetical,til your period’s missingand its being missing gets conspicuous,you’re pissin on a stick andshit shit shit,get what the issue is?A pinch of fetal tissue.It’s a daughter.It’s a parasite.It’s an honor.It’s gotten you terrified.It’s a daughter but she’s gotta gothough could you spare her life?Could you prepare her right if you tried?Are you the parent type?Prepared to fight for the right of choiceand yet embarrassed by the choice.If it’s just a parasite why ya eyes all moist?Because it’s difficultto call a child a choicewhen a tiny voice inside you is crying outthat it’s ya pride and joy.Cause nobody tells you:you conceive it, you can grieve it.Cause all we see’s the stigmatization of a procedure,feedin off misinformationand tradin conversation for secrets.Like my own mother,who had an abortion at my age and didn’t say shit either.Tradin conversation for secrets.Yeah she didn’t say shit either.So how was I supposed to know?You see me in the street, I fairly reek of appealbut only superficially ‘cause underneath it is sealed.Giving people peeks helps to cheapen the thrillso it’s Linqua Franqa redefining keepin it.You see me in the street, I fairly reek of appealbut only superficially ‘cause underneath it is sealed.Giving people peeks helps to cheapen the thrillso it’s Linqua Franqa redefining keepin it.

14 Replies to “Linqua Franqa – Eight Weeks (Apartment Sessions)”

  1. I absolutely love the instrumental on this one, but I feel like the voice is kinda low in the mix, it's hard to understand what she's saying sometimes

  2. I've been listening to Eight Weeks for a while after I originally found it on Mariah's channel.
    It's a groovy song.

    The lyrics have added some layers on my previously [0] thoughts on the subject.
    I think, even though sometimes we ladies receive the short end of casual sex stick,
    we still have a right to choose what to do with our lives, right?

    We should feel safe to own our life.

  3. Definitely takes a performer to have such presence in a room that is LITERALLY filled to the brim with talented musicians playing

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