jeune​-​erasion {early demos}

by L'Or

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~L'Or be-fore L'Or~

primitive recordings/tinkerings/attempts
(2009-2013)

All re-volving
'round and around--
Past and Present.
re-surfacing, re-peating.
Time--
rippling, re-curring,
re-coiling, re-beating.

xo

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released April 7, 2017

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L'Or Athens, Georgia

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by Golden threads of light.

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Track Name: Orion
You followed me around.
I saw Orion, coming home,
and He moves across the sky,
comes and goes. comes and goes.

I wait for You in the dark.
I cannot see Your face.
the memory of You fills in Your space.

You come and go...

shivering Together--
on a boat,
looking up.

You're my star...

I wish I may, I wish I might
that Your ever-guiding light is real
and hasn't died centuries ago!

come and go (coming and going)...

pressing To-gether--
Your belt
digging into Me.

You're my star...

maybe I never gave You up.
maybe You fill up my sky.
maybe Your shape is
the only one I
recognize.

come and go (coming and going)...
Track Name: a seance- for nostalgia (2010)
light the wick--
a wicked wisp
of smoke curls around Your
heavy head.
You jumped straight into
the ocean's undertow, under no
obligation to
see Me again,

but You did. (x4)

so I:
wade water
bubbling up
thigh high,
looking for a sign.
Your house
has no light.
& Your Circle:
of Friends;
of road;
of memories
keep You biting
off Your tail.

I look-- (x6)

wet sopping
washcloth drips on
Your wide forehead,
& Your bedroom
smells like:
paint chips; like
white sticks of chalk.

but hold Your
screen door, lightly.
let It close, silently.
go out in the lightning.

You're soaked to your
knees, Your blue
jeans turned
black, looking
back, You see
Nothing but Darkness,
it seems.

This haunts Me.
haunts Me!
stalks Me!
hunts Me!

You're outside my house,
rain tapping My window--
I toss my pillow.

still the wick is not
black, yet.
You're cold in your
sick bed.
& I toil
for Your
trouble--
not
charred; not
charmed,
either.
Track Name: photographs (still, life!)
dressed up for a photograph,
You did Your best.

You took a photograph,
and all You saw
was the dust.

Every-thing dead
and dying,
it surrounds us.

floating in the air,
in Our dark-dark-rooms
We fall
asleep there:
in the middle of All the things We
can't control.

& if You stare:
at a space;
into space,
You'll see the human-race:
particles of air;
particularly there when You
notice them. (notice me?)

Every-thing wrong
is right when You stay
up all night with
Me, and we go outside.

out of this
box of dust. into
the black expanse--
freckled with candles
burnt in my mind.

forget Your stillness!
let It be alive!

like all the stars that
move so fast!
although they're trapped
in our gazes,
like photographs.

We plant Our feet and gasp!
We're so small!
We're so small!
We're so--
Track Name: photographs (original{accapella})
dressed up for a photograph,
You did Your best.

You took a photograph,
and all You saw
was the dust.

Every-thing dead
and dying,
it surrounds us.

floating in the air,
in Our dark-dark-rooms
We fall
asleep there:
in the middle of All the things We
can't control.

& if You stare:
at a space;
into space,
You'll see the human-race:
particles of air;
particularly there when You
notice them. (notice me?)

Every-thing wrong
is right when You stay
up all night with
Me, and we go outside.

out of this
box of dust. into
the black expanse--
freckled with candles
burnt in my mind.

forget Your stillness!
let It be alive!

like all the stars that
move so fast!
although they're trapped
in our gazes,
like photographs.

We plant Our feet and gasp!
We're so small!
We're so small!
We're so--
Track Name: be four
diaries are for secrets,
and I have a few--
wouldn't tell any-One else.

I'm sitting on the front porch,
and I'm looking at
the flickering street lamp,
'cause it tried, it tried, and
it died anyway.

and it was so bright
it was so--
it was so bright
every-night before.


I like to be in a
beautiful room with
flowers and Sun
coming through the window,
and I'm here all by
my-Self, where I
can wear any-thing
that I want,
like those little-tiny
buckle-shoes that I
wore every-where, every-day.
'Cause I liked them, I liked them,
I liked It that way.

and they were so soft
they were so--
they were so soft and
they fit just
perfectly!


I like to be on this plastic chair
out back, in the yard,
under the cherry-air,
and I'm working on
a drawing of the
Sun coming
through the leaves.

I've got my pencil
and my little sketch-book,
and I filled up so many
with drawings I made,
I made, I made them all,

'cause it was so easy.
it was so--
it was so easy
to do before.


It was All wishing, and waiting
to be something.
It was All wishing, and waiting
to be someone.
It was All wishing, and waiting
to be where I am now,
only better.


diaries are for secrets,
and I still keep one
by My bedside, but it
looks a little lonely,
'cause my secrets hide inside
of Me, My secrets
hide from Me.

and I'm so sorry.
I'm so--
I'm so sorry
I can't be
the way I was before.