Autoportrait

by Marisol Limon

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Hermaphrodite. Directed by Marie Losier: vimeo.com/82475141

"Marisol Limon- is that a real name? Impossible. But I really hope it is. She’s a Brooklyn-based artist that put out an album called Autoportrait that sounds a little like Regina Spektor, but a little more calm- less animated. The warming sound of piano keys and violins are pretty much perfect for this Sunday. She’s also a spectacular illustrator/artist- check out her stuff here: mlimonmartinezart.com
- FRIENDS WITH BOTH ARMS

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released January 1, 2013

Marisol Limon, Vocals & Piano
Michael Barron, Drums
Jeanann Dara, Viola
Clara Kennedy, Cello

All songs written by Marisol Limon.

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Marisol Limon New York

Marisol Limon is a pianist, singer, songwriter, composer, writer, and visual artist who divides her time between Mexico and Southeast Asia.

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Track Name: This Map Is Not In Us
The dirt and the brush they teach me how to move you
The dirt and the branch they teach me how to move you
A matter of trees the forest the breeze they move you
The dirt and the birds they teach us how to move

I go to the store I know what I want
It’s easy to open the door but to say what I need I can’t say
I know what I want but not what I need
You’re on me
Sick from the start I need a new heart
It’s here

Sharing a myth when we were real young
I tell you a secret in a private song
Under the sky it’s real in my mind
Rocks are fossils are bones
Rocks are fossils are bones
Rocks are fossils are

Confusion begins illusion extends around you
To play in the dirt a primal aversion to you
I figure it out it’s real what we felt
I'm on you
Sick from the start I need a new heart
It’s here
Track Name: Hermaphrodite
Here I am
On my back
Not a woman or a man
You believe what you see
It’s not hard to understand
Hands are clues for your eyes
This was in the master plan

Here we are
You can’t tell
I’m a woman and a man
I’m below and you see me fighting
It’s now true you accept all the things I change in you

You never ask me what I am
You don’t care
You never ask me what I am
You don’t care

Here we are
Now we know
Accusation is a crime
Moving close take it slow
To a state we can’t command
We are here not for long
This was in the master plan

Here I am
Now you know I’m a woman and a man
In your dreams and you see me fighting
It’s now true you accept all the things I change in you

You never ask me what I am
You don’t care
You never ask me what I am
You don’t care
And when the people turn and stare
I can’t care
You never seem to be aware
You don’t care
Track Name: Ode
We started something
Something you wanted
Something that never happens
Never good reasons made it too easy
For something to really happen

After the last time knowing the first time
You leave the mark of a stranger
I wanted something now you’re informing
All of my actions and visions

You started something
Something I wanted
Something that never happens
Never good reasons made it too easy
For something to really happen

After the last time knowing the first time
I prove the touch of a stranger
I wanted something now you are haunting
All of my actions and visions

I’m falling in the maze again
The night she saw you stained in red
I gave too much I know it’s true
There’s no room in my house for you
The wilderness surrounds my bed
I see you from above she says
So what’s the point of love it’s true
There’s no room In my heart for you

Still we see our bodies are not breaking down
Nothing’s changed a sleepwalk in slow motion

Prepare yourself when actions fade
My words are falling off this page
Prophetic gaze a day of fire
You cannot prove I’m not a liar
She sees you from above she says
The wilderness surrounds my bed
I gave too much I know it’s true
There’s no room in my house for you

Still we see our bodies are not breaking down
Nothing’s changed a sleepwalk in slow motion
Track Name: Song for the Sea
Last thing she said was hold onto your heart
I know it’s not easy
It happens with frequency
One comes along and fractures the rhythm in you

So I sing
What’s most sacred
Visions of you and me
Arm and arm dancing
I’m not with you
Only in scenes of us arm and arm dancing

Last time I saw you
You kiss me goodbye
Violent romantics are always the first to lose
We were just fisherman who never learn how to swim

So you sing
What’s the point of losing our visions of
Arm and arm dancing
I’m not with you
Other than dreams of us arm and arm dancing

Absence demands a lot of your heart
Yet in this darkness I see you so clearly
Just difficult telling the difference in faces and words

Now I sing
I can’t see you other than visions of
Arm and arm dancing
I’m not with you
Only in scenes of us arm and arm dancing
Track Name: Equation
The tree of poisoned fruit you said
Was just a myth to get us into motion
A golden bite of caution

Two bodies crash so violently
They fracture stars of fantasies so fixed in space
A constellation unafraid

Truth was never part of this equation: you and me

You let my world inside of yours
The field emits a silent space of passion
A novelty attraction

Arriving at your door last night
You’re on the floor
You say please do not look at me
But I’m afraid of all I see

I know I was not the one to rescue you from me

The tree of poisoned fruit you said
Was just a myth to get us into motion
A golden bite of caution

Arriving at your door last night
You’re on the floor
You say please do not look at me
But I’m afraid of all I see

Truth was never part of this equation: you and me
Track Name: Autoportrait
They are just animals in your head
These things can talk I must confess
They show some signs of life
A predator and prey
The pills are slow in wearing off

I draw your profile on my thigh
I channel you inside my mind
You never turn to gray you say
The static is not television

I’m born with two tongues in my mouth
A nation cuts one off in spite
A halo hangs above her wrist
The dance floor a relic from your past

These songs are paintings on my wall
They capture spirits big and tall
They show some signs of life a predator
And pray the pills are slow in wearing off

The static is not television

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