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From the storyteller's back
My little legs ran
And into my family's hands
That jangled clan
And where was mother back then?
How did she partake?
Lost in a feral family
Bend to not break
I'm, I'm, I'm forgetting
I'm, I'm, I'm forgetting
I'm forgetting her music
There she lived, she lived most
Where she lived, she lived most
Suspended from the family
And all his clanging ghosts
Within those songs she planned our flight
I'll never forget that she rode us
On her back to a new life
Oh, mother and the piano
Are the worlds learned
Bittersweet autonomy
Abandon well learned
But we, we were jealous
But we, we were jealous
Jealous of the piano
For we could not disturb
For we could not disturb
But what other self, children
Can she preserve?
Within those songs she planned our flight
I'll never forget that she rode us
On her back to a new life
Oh, mother and the piano
Are our playpen
A lover autonomy
She gave me then