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Written and performed by Genevieve Dawson and Felix Obelix (Wendy Spitzer) in September 2016 at Goldsmiths, University of London. For more information about the collaborative project (Wendy's MMus dissertation), please visit http://felixobelix.com

Lyrics:
The view below, of boats, of foam, of sea to dip into
They gazed from the estate, through glass doors they withdrew
I opened up the blinds
My hope lay drawn in lines
The apricot jam left out in the sun too long and now
Fetid and foul, I smear the sourdough anyhow
I open up the map
My hope a handicap

I am not the person that you think I am
So I lie below and wait for reckoning (because I am an) Acrobat swinging without a mat
Diplomatically I bell the cat
I am not the person that you think I am

I was quite nervous did you notice how nervous I was?
To speak to servants well you know that’s not what’s done
I opened up to you
My hope lay by the pool

I am not the person that you think I am
How the silence in the house is frightening (ever since I was)
Just a kid, I sensed our quiet sick
Lonely house, I sat transfixed in it
All risk and no reward, pouring chlorine in the harpsichord