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Ms. Martyr

from Whittled Thrones EP by Autumn Burnett

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I found a place beneath the willow tree,
the Earth opened up and swallowed me.
I walked the dark and dirty streets that run underground,
Where I found a recluse who was dying to be found.

Her eyes were lost, her head was crossed on finding a way out,
She plucked the guitar on her knee but ceased to make a sound.
A father's grave a hungry cave taught her to be tall,
But on the ice that splits the knee, she must learn to crawl.

Hello, Ms. Martyr, why are you still down here?
You better get your lungs back into Northeastern air.
Frozen streets and inner beasts will open up your veins,
So please be free and forgive me for cutting these rusty chains.

Hello, my mirror, you look a lot like me.
Could it be we're both roots to the very same old tree?
Let's go run where oxygen is a crimson shade of blue,
Let's go run, cause you are me and I am you.

Goodnight, my savior, it's time for you to leave.
Thank you for making these young bones breathe.
It's time that this weathered mind put itself to use,
Ignore the marks on my skin, it's only a bruise.

I left my body, I don't drown as much these days.
My Martyr keeps me save above the ocean waves.
Be and brood the man that you wished that you could be,
And close wide eye, but don't ask why there are scars on your feet.

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from Whittled Thrones EP, released January 26, 2012

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Autumn Burnett

Autumn Burnett is a songwriter, guitarist and violist from Lake Tahoe and Reno, Nevada. She studied songwriting at Oberlin College and Conservatory and currently lives in Asheville, North Carolina.

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