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about
The Prettiest Please is about the delirium of love and the fear of falling out of it. It was written shortly after I recovered from a rare tick-borne illness, called anaplasmosis. In the throws of illness, my head swirled in a fever dream. I was bed ridden for two weeks and needed help from my partner to get out of bed and move. I had been thinking about the nature of love, it being this odd mixture of compulsion and decision, feeling and thought, heart and head. I fear that without the feeling or delirium of love, I may not decide to love.
-Peter M
lyrics
If I expire upon your fire I want you to believe that the warmth in you is the warmth within me. Come call me out of my own mouth. Swallow my teeth then take a seat on the pendulum swing that is living as me. I tossed and turned our sleepless sheets above our heads, down to the bed, and buried us as ghosts of all those things that I have said. The love long locks upon your head dampen on my brow. The fever here it is not gone. Say the Prettiest Please to please me and I will be what you need if you’ll be my everything.
If I inspire a telephone wire to transmit a signal of me, to me, from me, you guessed it about me, come cut me down where I am found burn that stump out and plant a different tree: one that does not resemble me so I can finally see it pollinate and procreate, pleased to be and become real and the one, tethered not spun to all those things that I have said. The love long locks upon your head dampen on my brow. The fever here it is not gone. Say the Prettiest Please to please me and I will be what you need if you’ll be my everything.
Those things that I have said. The love long locks upon your head dampen on my brow. The fever here it is not gone. Say the Prettiest Please to please me and I will be what you need if you’ll be my everything.
credits
released June 1, 2018
Tracked at April Base in Fall Creek, WI with Mike Noyce
Mixed by Mike Noyce
Mastered by Knol Tate
Song written by Peter M and Arranged by We Are The Willows
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