The Dressing Room

The Dressing Room

I was a ballet girl (though I loved contemporary better) for twelve years, and volunteered in a costume shop for two.  This is not my best rendition of a hanging tutu, but it was what I whipped off in preparation for the second juried art show this month. This one got in, which is cool. Feels like too-pink nostalgia.

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nighttime mindwanders

there’s a time in cool hours of dark
where time doesn’t stop, but suspends
oil in water, hovering
and the mind takes a quiet walk across the lawn
never stopping, ever padding ever so
quiet
whispering technicolour switchback stories
gathering a handful of violets, a nest
of infant shale birds
quiet
as the stars hide coy behind flared
cirrostratus geisha fans
eyes twinkling
and the soft-furred rabbits skitter across moon-drenched grass.

© Emily Bragg 2013

Body’s Rare/Wait All Night

I started writing with nothing in mind, and this took shape. Hopefully gonna record a rough track with my brother playing bass and me on some kind of percussion (egg shaker?). Think old school smooth jazz, and let the lyrics mess with your mind. (Any thoughts on title?)

Body’s rare
Folks are starin’
Don’t seem fair
This girl’s got eyes

Take her home
Take her clothes off
Take her soul
And what’s left inside

‘Cause Hell don’t wait
For angel signs
Words for saints
Ain’t what we hear

No, Hell don’t wait
For angel signs
Words for saints
Ain’t what we hear

Lie awake
Know she’s breathin’
By your side
Oh, by your side

Hear her fade
Slow surrender
By your side
Oh, by your side

Body’s cool
Heat’s a-fadin’
Beats don’t beat
An’ sighs don’t sigh

Walk all night
Sky is breakin’
One more star
Up in the sky

Hell don’t wait
For angel signs
Words for saints
Ain’t what we hear

No, Hell don’t wait
For angel signs
Words for saints
Ain’t what we hear

She’s so cold
Her lips gone blue
But you wait all night
You wait all night

You wait all night
You wait all night

© Emily Bragg 2013