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Wild Bore// The Judy Blooms// Elizabeth Devlin

Wild Bore// The Judy Blooms// Elizabeth Devlin

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Elizabeth Devlin, with her haunting combination of lilting voice and enchanting autoharp, is a self-produced NYC singer-songwriter who’s been likened to artists such as Joanna Newsom. Staying away from traditional musical structure with many of her songs, she builds miniature narratives, such as with her new song, "A Chorus Divine,” which she performed for us at her apartment in Bushwick, Brooklyn. /// Featured song: "A Chorus Divine” /// For Whom the Angels Named, the most recent release by Elizabeth Devlin, is available now. /// Official website:allarerelative.com /// Bandcamp: elizabethdevlin.bandcamp.com /// Facebook: facebook.com/elizabeth.devlin.music /// Twitter: @ElizabethDevlin

[elizabethdevlin]

ancient voices

(published: Ladybug, Jan. 2011)

in a city of eight million today i spoke to no one for the most part it was good with a phone that does not ring and the thin wax plates that sing ancient voices serve me food in my shelter made of stone contemplating all that's known my small thoughts fall on the ears of the cat who lay beside feline friends often confide foolish thoughts and foolish fears i lean out of my window view passer by people go from this place to some front door grandma grips her cane so tightly babies cry out righteously we're all searching for the core of what it all will mean once we all complete the things that will let heavy heads lay on down pillows made of rest languidly on lover's chest at the end of this long day the weeping willow is falling heeding lady lake's calling for the sky she'll never know the birds they know her yearning so when the sun is burning they touch down to tell there tales conjured clouds show her affection reaching out into the heavens but too soon lady lake is dry and despite her efforts worth cloudy tears fall back to earth placid mirrors reflect clear sky in a city of eight million today i spoke to no one

[elizabethdevlin]

kyle

(published: For Whom The Angels Named, Sept. 2011)

quiet town quiet night obstructed raindrop's awkward flight gathers to echo with gentle thud glistening night leaf's paisley puddle flood amidst the oak and obsidian lane falls a gentle acquiescent rain down what damp street does my love gaze stumbling through darkness' drunken daze florescent glass globe shadows flicker and dance on metal lamp post's unbroken stance

swaddled away in cool cream linen i preserve my moist melonin our worlds tonight as far apart as the tin man and his absent heart bring me sunrise on your pillowcase nourish the night spilling cross my face my head has left me with devils walk amidst burning molten lava thoughts my biggest fear is to sleep alone please leave starlight when you are gone

quiet room quiet head deepens the grave on your lover's bed this palace is burning to the ground without you here to cool me down.

[elizabethdevlin]

judas

(published: For Whom The Angels Named, Sept. 2011)

you placed a joker in her lap before the night began delivering up the varnish to shine and seal the man a touch of mediocrity a tactile tough remorse the raindrops they fell upon the sill the evening dripped its course she wore her hair in two long braids that’s how you found her true freeing the fire of her mane she burned all over you it was too much the flame too pure your upper atmosphere lacked the oxygen lungs require her path began to veer

when a lover feels like home it’s hard to see the must gathering on the mantel’s mouth dampening the dust she was fire you were rain as it was so it goes you snuffed out her pyre with pain she vaporized your flow

now penance time you dined while she sat cocked stiff as a board consuming the last suppers wine she awaited the lord but money turned the table in the temple golden rain and leaning over you gently kissed her bound up fiery mane don’t worry much about it love there are still stars in the night although they are made invisible by city’s burning lights don’t think on her a moment for a moment’s all she’ll spare gathering these things to her she once again pulls up her hair

when a lover feels like home it’s hard to see the must gathering on the mantel’s mouth dampening the dust she was fire you were rain as it was so it goes you snuffed out her pyre with pain she vaporized your flow

[elizabethdevlin]

paris

(published: For Whom The Angels Named, Sept. 2011)

you speak of the meaning of life but sweetheart i don’t want to know where i am sitting where i have been and where i will go the sky’s intriguing when the clouds aren’t explained if i knew everything what in this earth could i gain

when i see you i don’t feel you and i wonder if you are still what you seemed in the night time familiar hands pull me from this foreign dream

spend your time talking as though you know what it’s all about where is the fun in finding when you’ve found that you had it all figured out the streets fascinate without a map in my hand will you find your fortune when you’ve found you had it all planned

when i see you i don’t feel you and i wonder if you are still what you seemed in the night time familiar hands pull me from this foreign dream

[elizabethdevlin]

moses

(published: For Whom The Angels Named, Sept. 2011)

mother screams where is my child as one boy floats down the nile basket bobs inside eddies of a future now released come to rest in her tall reeds murdered savior lives in peace not knowing what you would do she offered up her breasts to you

murdered kings leave queens composed a dead son to spouse transposed fate delivers you to she with oracles soft decree oedipus had no less shove when he took his mother's love not knowing what it would do she offered up her breasts to you

will you tarry here my dear where the company is unclear never more to be with me in our kingdom by the sea all that's here is yours to take timid leaves and conscience shake not knowing what you will do i offer my breasts up to you

[elizabethdevlin]

sarah

(published: For Whom The Angels Named, 2011)

sarah sits down to write you a letter another you will never receive she submits to this action daily it puts her reckless mind at ease she's been trying to catch up with her life since she was a child of thirteen the poison which grows in her belly is the same which made her papa scream mother nature made me with a demon she weeps the good lord conceived me with the damned i remain as my father named me the grace of god given by heavens hands

johnny stands at the edge of the quarry head first he dives into a watery pit he submits to this action daily it keeps his brain and his mouth counterfeit the liquor won't make me harder the smoke won't weather my skin i remain as the good lord made me a bruised peach at the bottom of the bin