Holy Books

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There are words like my face
Like my eyes
Pale and deep
There are words
Deep set in me

There are words
Like my mom
Hold me in
Low and soft
There are words
That lull me off

Water falls
When water falls
Water blurs
And words are washed
Off the page to
Stream

Bedroom floor
Holding feet
Filled with words
While I sleep
Bedroom floor
Under me

Water falls
When water falls
On holy books
Words fall off
In inky sheets
Through roots of trees
Down city gutters
Through river streams
And to the ocean
Where they always were

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from Secret Songsketches, released November 5, 2009
Piano, vocals, Nord, stuff, Jessica Peters Malmberg

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Petracovich San Francisco, California

Dreamy folk pop that is lyrical, poetic and full. Jessica of Petracovich plays the piano, with some banjo and bells and lots of clicky sounds and shakery things. She hikes hills, changes diapers, and loves to sing in bars.

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