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Teriyaki
02:55
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salacious slab of the rarest raw red flesh
tearing watch it drip off the plate raw red flesh
craving teriyaki on her lips
scrape the sugar sweet glazing off the raw red flesh
marinated to your tasting
x2
knife flashes in the dark
camera phone sheen
on blade
recording her glistening raw red feast
always empty after full
too delicate to satisfy her craving
waited on with such attention
there will aways be a new course to quell
to satiate
her raw red craving
to satiate
her raw red craving
salacious slab of the rarest raw red flesh
tearing watch it drip off the plate raw red flesh
craving teriyaki on her lips
scrape the sugar sweet glazing off the raw red flesh
marinated to your tasting
its the perfect date
her lips don’t taste
just masticate
pulsate
raw red flesh devoured on the table
followers drool with anticipation
raw red flesh
just to send her off the edge
sentient before satiation
frenzied,
hot sticky stinging craving
salacious slab of the rarest raw red flesh
tearing watch it drip off the plate raw red flesh
craving teriyaki on her lips
scrape the sugar sweet glazing off the raw red flesh
marinated to your tasting
x 2
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2. |
Quicksand
02:43
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You wanna be my everything
Come closer
You wanna be my everything
Come closer
Whenever you’re by my side
I shed my skin can’t hide
I feel you snaking, crawling, climbing deep inside
I feel I’m slowly sinking
in your Quicksand embrace
And when you’re done with me
I’m gone without a trace
‘indiscriminate chanting’
You want me x4
You wanna be my everything
Caress me
You wanna press against,
yeah coil me up
So now undress me
You have a Medusa touch
I’m tempted by your gaze
I know if I succumb
I’m paralysed for days
I feel your kisses stain me
they glisten in the dark
you’re sending tremors through me,
so unruly
leave your mark
‘indiscriminate chanting’
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3. |
Fresh Creps
02:35
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Ahh
I don’t wanna beg no more,
Tell me what you want
I don’t wanna beg no more,
Tell me what you want
I don’t wanna beg no more:
Tell me what you want
Don’t wanna beg no, don’t wanna beg no, don’t wanna, don’t don’t wanna wanna-
I know it’s not right but baby please
It’s what you do to me,
You’ve got me on my knees
I don’t wanna beg no more,
Tell me what you want
I don’t….wanna beg no more:
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Cos I don’t wanna beg no more
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4. |
Shards
02:58
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She told you can cry
just be silent
she doesn’t care she’s left
all these shards insides you
shaking violently
but to everyone else you’re
just fine you’re just fine
you don’t know how to be
she told you she’s insane
so why you sticking
thinking she’s gonna change
she told you she’s insane
so why you sticking
thinking she’s gonna change
her charisma veils
her unhinged, off the wall,
attitude
back and forth, suddenly she want’s all
this dizzying
tear it down,
give me more
Caress me,
I’m driven into a frenzy ah,
Tickle me,
till I pass out
till I pass out
Tickle me, tickle me, tickle me, tickle me
Till I pass out………
She says she’s harmless but she brings you out in cold sweats
screaming you love it, she’s super sexy
what’s it gonna take, you won’t let go yet
is that a knife in your back, only kids play with toys
she whispers so softly, her nails digging deep.
clawing into you, internal bleed.
You’re scared to even open your eyes
patterns, floating threatening
no words leave your lips
white noise, everything feels finite
She says she’s a giving lover,
just relishes making ribbons of your insides
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Rebecca Phillips London, UK
Rebecca Phillips is a multi-disciplinary artist with a neoteric vision.
She explores
dysfunctional intimacy - fizzing idiosyncratic takes on the euphoria and alienation of modern life.
She pairs electronic, dissonant sounds with silky more melodic elements creating a unique avant-pop sound that engages with the tension that exists between jarring electronics and pop hooks.
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