Music: Rosśa Crean Text: Bea Goodwin
Nightingale songs began as bits of poem pieces extracted from Bea's diaries during the fall of the Kavanaugh hearings. The image of Philomela & birds flew from the page in an attempt to take back control of women's sexuality. The following songs, raw and genuine, are tiny shards of glass from a very broken time. Rosśa used the sentiment of each poem, as well as their own synesthesia, to compose melodic phrases based on the colors they were seeing: hues of rich browns, saffron, periwinkle, violet, and ruby red.
- Mother Earth Some women, when they have life inside of them, eat dirt like they are potted plants.
II. lamplight My skirt is a lampshade with a warm glow underneath
III. nightingale We are all Philomela; birds lined to slaughter, with songs we are too scared to sing.
IV. Venus de Milo Venus de Milo, I hold your arms and scotch tape You whisper: "dont fix me."
- nectar Under the flesh you taste is ruby red blown glass, and you, my hummingbird, are wet with nectar.