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where blew a flower, may a flower no more

by Apricot Blush

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the sky struck down splitting the skin of the earth today. then, God peaked down from his perch as if He had anything to say. Oh sister, where have your dogs run wild? Oh sister, when will the wrongs retire? ------ He will eat from the heart that is giving We will sleep at the end and beginning She will teethe on the bones that were mending We will sleep at the end and beginning ------ If everything was clean like it was before then maybe i could eat the sun right off the floor if everything were to sleep like a stone; if everything would host as a home if everything was ghost instead of bone then everything would be just fine ------ i can feel the end that's coming you can hold the only holy ghost that sings into the night the night, the night i can feel the end that's coming you can hold the only holy ghost that sings into the night the night, the night ------ take off your clothes, it's time to sleep the message post sings to the sea let off the coast, its time to breathe take off your clothes, it's time to sleep take off your clothes, it's time to sleep take off your clothes, it's time to sleep take off your clothes, it's time to sleep
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i woke up in sweats alone - swimming inside this river that sank into my bones. its freezing. No! I can hold my own! this house is brimming and soon will overflow as it always goes is this what you want? is this what you are? this house still sings! though nothing is heard! is this what you want? to get rid of it all? well this house still sings to nothing at all! is this what you want? i'll sink just like a stone - ghost-thin in undertow. my bed flows endlessly in quiet comfort. I am alone. and i'll sink just like a stone - ghost-thin in undertow. life is low, you are alone life is low, you are alone
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amnesia 03:28
steady ground - hold what fills me. silent sound - a sudden ellipsis. the hymnals dropped south oh, how the belly churns. all the heavy mouths sing to the earth, all alone. if only i could recite the litanies... i can't remember what filled me steady hold - you cut the language out! Wood and bones! i can't remember i can't remember i can't remember i can't remember lets sleep together lets eat the river we'll sleep together we'll sleep together
4.
i felt nothing i felt something pushing me into the depths of a hopeless romantic, singing insects of absence with unanswered questions - despite all the evidence we need to know who killed that little boy swinging and motionless no sensory action; just enough to find one shiny door clear eye in the sea became an entrance to medicine it sucked all the dark from me and up-swallowed me whole i could breath deep and slow your poles became twisted and gravity shifted into what i don't know sweet melodies mixed with dark memories flushed my meaningless, bright, fleshy skin he opened the entrance with soothing vibrations i followed the wolf back in just like he wants me to i found myself in cosmos - a separate dimension that's flowing so softly killing every part of me so i ran i ran until my brain collapsed shocked by an impact that would change a whole nation i opened the ending and screamed in the silence
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and embrace 04:58
the sunken stone calls out: "its my own fault" i wrap my arms around my shins and. embrace the litany sung out: "i don't know who i am anymore" i swallow the seasons and. embrace
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baro(trauma) 04:03
put your hands around my throat do you feel the end? light as snow take a breath, deep and slow make it last - here we go i'm out of my mind, i'm out of my way to find you i'm out of breath, i'm out of my depth without you i watched the surgery, they cut her up. i watched her bleed in and out i combed her hair, soft and blind. did you feel the bones - yours in mine? i'm out of my mind, i'm out of my way to find you i'm out of breath, i'm out of my depth without you not too tough, not too kind. rest assured, you'll be fine
7.
you are an empty skeleton and i am not alone you are a black-out ghost and i am hollow bone cover me softly, i could never dissipate (i have sinned, i have sinned, i never learned how to talk) one thousand letters in a box cut late - (tuck me in, tuck me in, i am an uncomfortable) you can pour the dirt in my mouth - fill up all of the holes i want to feel as real as real is - sound the holy host sing to me lovely, tell me all about the golden gates (i have sinned, i have sinned, i never learned how to talk) one thousand letters in a box cut late - (tuck me in, tuck me in, i am an uncomfortable) I am you and you are me in this grave we carry to the yard we love and breathe like parasites who eat the only hosts they've ever known forgive me for i have sinned please don't please don't forgive i don't want to be a ghost anymore
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a mending cusp works as you sleep quietly covering eyes - skin will break youth in the dark you'll birth a light small, soft and a lone she g o e s through one day you'll feel it all. split the face with a cold stone wire blinding the sun, she's drinking fire to blind out the whales, she waits to find out the self, she hates crying knives as she bled out - gathering dirt and disgust from the eel house i'll comb her hair until the dreads out streaming the flesh out of bones she g o e s through one day you'll finally see one day you'll have a baby
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changing 04:33
Sedna sings to the belly as we point to the teeth gone south and without a home, i'll carry and without a bone, i'll bury, and without a face, i'll stand and without a will, i said: I am Changing. I am Changing too. (syd) Take Me Home - to the belly with These Bones - that I Carry Take me Home - to the belly with These Bones - that I Carry
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sinking the old home, a white belly spring - into the ocean i pissed on the street. what do you know? what do you know of me? what do you know? what do you know of me? into the clouds, a soft belly rolls. into the clouds, all meaning will hold. into the clouds, a son will turn gold. into the clouds, i know we will go. the suddenly seas split the lies and the wake and the water in my lungs streamed down my face so i'll ask you again - what do you know of me? i'll overflow in the endless seas as better is not better, as a stitch in the seams and nothing will change but the luminous glow in me (what do you know, what do you know of me?) (what do you know, what do you know of me?) into, into you. into, into you.

about

In Loving Memory of Presli Whitfield.

"Where Blew a Flower, May a Flower No More" is a story album regarding the mythological story of the sea-goddess, Sedna, told by the Inuit tribe - as well as their ritual that coincides. The album title was influenced by the poem "Death Shall Have No Dominion" by Dylan Thomas.

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All songs were written, recorded and performed by Apricot Blush:

Jackson Wise - guitar, vox, miscellaneous instruments
Tayler Bucich - bass & moral support
Sydnee Albertson - singing saw & vox
Jonah Terry - banjo & double bass
Wesley Heaton - trumpet
Marissa Splendore - 2nd trumpet
Dan Fetterolf - violin & drums
Rivers Farmer - drums
Brandon Gallagher - drums and father figure
Luke Waldrop - accordion

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A brief synopsis of Sedna's story and the ritual that accompanies it:

Sedna is believed to be the goddess of the underworld. Sedna drowned to the bottom of the sea after her Father cut her fingers off in order to save his own life. She now governs the bottom of the ocean and serves as the mother of all sea life. The Inuits believe that whenever man sins or does wrong, the sins and misdeeds gather in the form of dirt within Sedna's hair - creating dreads (since she can't comb her hair without fingers) along with a strong anger towards humanity. This stops the flow of sea animals from her knuckles and ceases all hunt / harvest for the Inuit tribes. More can be read about the story and ritual here: faculty.humanities.uci.edu/tcthorne/history12/shamansjourney.htm

This album's story follows the ritual of solving this issue while tying together concepts of introspection, self awareness, humanitarianism, cleaning house, what it means to be of service, and the never-ending constant change within us.

When I first read about this story & ritual, I strongly resonated with two things – the leader of the ritual, and Sedna herself. Through 5 years of sobriety/recovery in the rooms of AA, I’ve learned several lessons, two, in particular, lead me to resonate with this story. 1) Mostly all of my problems are of my own making, and 2) my own house should be clean before I clean anyone else’s. The first lesson is pretty self-explanatory. The second deals with the 12th step, which, essentially, is the idea that we grow as a society as we help each other, but only when we are in the position to do so. As a sociology major finishing up school this year, and an aspiring counselor in the future, I have a strong passion to helping people in their daily lives. However, there are several instances where I am not in the position to help someone even if I try. I fall into hypocrisy and a skewed perception of myself too often, and continue to try and guide people. This simply isn’t right and I need to call myself out for it when it happens. I am human; a being who falls into hypocrisy, contradicts himself, falls short of expectations, etc. when on a path of self-betterment and wisdom. and that's okay. I am changing - always.

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This album was recorded/mixed in various bedrooms and basements by Jackson Wise, Wesley Heaton, and Brady Sklar.
Mastered by Ian Burrell.

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Special Thanks to Dr. James Jeffries, Jake, Jeb Puckett, the Elephant Head, the Pablo Generation, Molly, the ever-changing members of Apricot Blush, and all else who have supported us. I respect and express appreciation for the Inuit tribe and their culture, and my intent is not to exploit or appropriate their lifestyle - 25% of this album's profits will be donated to organizations within the remaining tribe. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

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released May 12, 2018

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Apricot Blush Greenville, South Carolina

Post-Folk from SC

Jackson Wise,
Jonah Terry,
Dan Fetterolf,
Wesley Heaton,
Rivers Farmer,
Brandon Gallagher,
Luke Waldrop,
Sydney Albertson, and
Tayler Bucich.

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