Pressed against the fevered white lips of the boy who has leukemia
behind the curtain on a stage
Just like you who doesn't have the body of an adult female
You watching me disappear in and out, always away from myself
Retiring to the silence that I crave
I needed to connect more deeply to love
So I had to renounce our hearts
But, it was right for you to desire and be desired
I examine my libido
I locate its cruel and distinct defects
My defects are poetry
My defects have always been poetry
A live record from the legendary Diamanda Galás finds the artist exploring the outer fringes of pop with only her voice and a piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024