Jessica Delfino, Author at Hookist
Jessica Delfino

Jessica Delfino

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Jessica Delfino

Username: jessdelfino

Jessica Delfino / Dirty Folk Rock

NYC by way of Damariscotta, Maine
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Brad Roberts commented on jessdelfino's lyric:

"i missed you, young lady. great line by the way!"

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Lyric by jessdelfino:

"As hand me down thoughts round the firmament, I stockpile each telepathic moment"

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Brad Roberts commented on jessdelfino's lyric:

"i missed you, young lady. great line by the way!"

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Lyric by jessdelfino:

"As hand me down thoughts round the firmament, I stockpile each telepathic moment"

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Brad Roberts commented on jessdelfino's lyric:

"your lyrics are consistently very "jessica delfino""

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Lyric by jessdelfino:

"Building makes us human, or else we'd all be frogs"

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Brad Roberts commented on jessdelfino's lyric:

"p.s. thanks for hanging in there. you have a great sense not just of humor, but of wit."

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Lyric by jessdelfino:

"Building makes us human, or else we'd all be frogs"

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Are you me? Am I you? Or just shadow people just passing through?

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As hand me down thoughts round the firmament, I stockpile each telepathic moment

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Climb the double helix ladder half or twice as fast, time has passed us, now we're older, the ozone wasn't made to last

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In space there is no color, it's all just black and white, as juxtaposed as how it is when we look up at night

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Some of us are colorful, others simply mass. All of us are born to die, turn back into gas.

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I hope it tells me everything.

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Even if the voice is whispering.

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Row now gently down the stream, life is just a lovely dream

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A voyage for which I won't pack, and who can say if I'll be back

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Building makes us human, or else we'd all be frogs

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And who knows where we're going, in body or in soul, even celestial spirits are spiraling out of our control

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Celestial bodies are heavy, like a million anvils, like the crushing weight of life, like the smell of landfills

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