cover  an EP inspired by the life, death, and poetry of Sylvia Plath. 1 Edge (February 11 1963) 2 "Daddy" 3 "Lady Lazarus" 4 Edge (March 16 2009) The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over. Each dead child coiled, a white serpent, One at each little Pitcher of milk, now empty. She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odors bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag. (February 6, 1963) All songs written, produced, and performed by The Circumstances. Available from MediaFire, here: There. |