Cotillion

by Semi Femme

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03:16

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Drums

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released May 1, 2014

Songs written, performed, and recorded by Semi Femme at Flood Studios in Brooklyn, NY. Mastered by Jesse Cannon at Cannon Found Soundation in Union City, NJ.

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Track Name: Death March
Death March

Before you go, I’ll stow away
Pack your bread, pack your water and save

It’s a death march I tell you, we’re going to walk
A death march I tell you, there’s no need to talk
An example will be made of us

The heat with our peeling flesh
There’s no shelter, there’s no rest
Sand dunes for miles and the bodies drop
The young and the old are the first to be shot
The blood makes small pools; soaks into the sand
With no water for miles; I dip my hand and drink

They will walk us into the sun, until we have no breath
Until our bones are dust; until there’s nothing left

It’s a death march I tell you, we’re all going to die
A death march I tell you, don’t even know why
Because of your race, because of your creed
Make up an answer - I take all
Track Name: Concealed
Concealed

Muted echos
Short of cries
No words between us
But the glare in your eyes

You say you’re going away
You’ll be gone for a little while
You’re leaving with my keys
You’ll be gone for just a little while

Misinterpret
In a bed lies
Projected insults
Doused in spite

Your hair is wet and dripping at your feet
I know when you bathe; I know it’s not for me
And I know, when you bathe
I know when you bathe

Your hair is wet and dripping at your feet
I know when you bathe; I know it’s not for me
And I know, when you bathe
I know when you bathe
Track Name: White
White

Keep it real, keep it fancy
Keep it rich; buy all the clothes
We don’t have enough thread to mend these troubles at hand

Be someone, be someone of wealth
Be someone, be someone of stature
Be someone, be someone of greed
Be someone, be someone in reach

Our heels are worn down to the bones
Our bodies flail like skipping stones
We don’t have enough thread to mend these troubles at hand

Be someone, be somebody’s woman
Be someone, be someone tonight

And won’t be afraid to say they’re wrong
Won’t be ashamed, won’t play along

Now gone, all the lakes we saw when we were ten years old
Now gone, all but drained into the earth
Now gone, marshes and ponds along the coasts
Now gone, all but drained into the earth