Linqua Franqa - Eight Weeks (Apartment Sessions)

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Season 3, Episode 4 - Eight Weeks (Linqua Franqa)
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Music and Lyrics by Mariah Parker

Arranged by Evan Tyor, Luke McGinnis and Drew Krasner
Original beat by Letsruntrack

Mariah Parker - Vocals

Kristen Engebretson - Vocals
Zina Ellis - Vocals
Georgia Sackler - Vocals

Sofie Zamchick - Mallets
Courtney Swain - Organ
Macy Schmidt - Piano
Lena Gabrielle - Keys/Violin

Caroline Davis - Alto Sax
Teagan Taylor - Trumpet
Hailey Brinnel - Trombone

Evan Tyor - Guitar
Yonit Spiegelman - Bass
Luke McGinnis - Ukulele, Percussion, Keys
Jessie Linden - Percussion
Elena Bonomo - Drums

Engineered by Evan Tyor & Eli Bronstein
Mixed & Mastered by Evan Tyor
Filmed by Liz Maney & Noel Woodford
Video edited by Liz Maney

Apartment Sessions Logo Animation - Brian Plautz
Session Title Handwriting - Mariah Parker

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LYRICS:

You see me in the street, I fairly reek of appeal but only superficially ‘cause underneath it is sealed. Giving people peeks helps to cheapen the thrill so it’s Linqua Franqa redefining keepin it.

In november, I never thought the sun would shine again, but now I’m on the other side of it and like the scent of cyanide and piss I’m a little bitter ‘bout summertime and how it left me high and dry like a skittish lamb in the lion’s den. Now I don’t trust these summer days ‘cause where the fuck were they when I took knife to skin and wanted my entire life to end? Summer abandoned me and now it’s handin me a Spanish beach and a can to drink of the Heineken, like “sorry bout ya suicidal kick, here’s a plastic pool, won’t you dive in it? Here’s some acid too: delightfully Dionysian.” But I find myself desensitized to how absurdly nice it is to step outside my crib and smell the lilacs and the hyacinths.

But then again, if everything in your environment is conspiring to uplift you and cannot, then maybe there’s something on the inside that’s the problem. But how was I supposed to know?

Two heteros wed together their wettened genitals, Central to it’s the pleasure. Parenthood is parenthetical, til your period’s missing and its being missing gets conspicuous, you’re pissin on a stick and shit shit shit, get what the issue is? A pinch of fetal tissue. It’s a daughter. It’s a parasite. It’s an honor. It’s gotten you terrified. It’s a daughter but she’s gotta go though could you spare her life? Could you prepare her right if you tried? Are you the parent type? Prepared to fight for the right of choice and yet embarrassed by the choice. If it’s just a parasite why ya eyes all moist? Because it’s difficult to call a child a choice when a tiny voice inside you is crying out that it’s ya pride and joy. Cause nobody tells you: you conceive it, you can grieve it. Cause all we see’s the stigmatization of a procedure, feedin off misinformation and tradin conversation for secrets. Like my own mother, who had an abortion at my age and didn’t say shit either.

So how was I supposed to know.

You see me in the street, I fairly reek of appeal but only superficially ‘cause underneath it is sealed. Giving people peeks helps to cheapen the thrill so it’s Linqua Franqa redefining keepin it.

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