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by the way i'm not a woman
and by the way i'm not straight
and that's not something
I should have to explain
cause there was no need
to assume that in the first place
do you remember you said it was just a phase
and oh oh oh you couldn't wait
you knew i'd make such a pretty girl someday
when i grew up and learned my place
but oh oh oh i'm growing up real nice now
and i'm so thrilled to be a disgrace
they kind you could embrace
i'm not going to get married
and i'm not going to have a man
i'll love some men and mostly other kinds of people
and i've got my own beautiful plans
to live and love honestly
to do what feels right to me
there are so many sweet people in my life
so there's no need to worry
you can just be happy for me
i suspect you wouldn't feel the need
to try to limit me
if you felt you had the choice
to live differently
so i encourage you to change
in any way that's empowering to you
and as many times as you need to
that's what i intend to do
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Home of the Bearcats
01:39
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I don’t wanna go to school today
Please let me stay in bed
Cause the kids can be so cruel
Just like the voices in my head
Normal!
It’s Not!
Something I can be.
Got called faggot every day
Try to act like I don’t mind
Put on my walkman and press play
The only shelter I can find
(chorus)
There is a debt I cannot repay
To the songs that keep alive
If you’re standing on the edge
Please do not take that dive
cause who will wave the flag of the weirdos if your gone
the queers, a scurvs, and the geeks please help each other to stay strong
Suicidal
Since I was 14
Made it this far so for the kids I want to scream
Normal it’s not what we want to be X4
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Graveyard
02:50
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Smokin cigarettes cause people get mad
When I try to kill my self fast
It’s my plan to kill myself slowly
So they think I am tryin' to make it last.
They won’t lock me away in some psych ward
Because of the junk food that I eat
I’m no jumper and I’m so slicer
But I don’t look both ways before I cross the street
One step closer to graveyard
One step every day
One Step closer to the graveyard
oh I am on my way
Some people go out with a bang
But Im goin' out with a slow grind
From the outside you may not notice
but I die a little bit each day inside my mind
So children spit out your vitamins
If you take some advice from me
Don’t worry about planin’ for when your older
Cause growin up ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
Who wan’t to live forever?
Who dares to love forever?
I couldn’t tell you but I want to die every day
Chorus
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Freak Incidents
02:49
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do you remember Johnny Peterson
the only black kid in our town
do you wonder why
his life ended in suicide?
maybe its just a coincidence
but do you wonder why
everyone around is so white?
do you think that's alright?
do you think it's only natural
all these places
with a native names
but no natives in sight
it's in the past, they say
nothing can be done anymore anyway
oh the culture in this town
is poisonous to everyone
it's unbearable to those
who couldn't fit in if they tried
do you wonder why
those white boys drove to that house in the woods
of mount vernon with a machete
murdered a woman and almost her daughter
its confusing right, cause these things don't happen here
murmurs about town blamed his mother
but maybe the problem is a little bit bigger
these atrocities happen in a vacuum they say
freak incidents
its just the freaks, it's just the freaks
don't look at me , it's just the freaks
oh the culture in this town
is poisonous to everyone
it's unbearable to those
who couldn't fit in if they tried
it's unlivable for those...
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Razor Blades
03:13
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**I feel it is important to note that this song is sung "In Character" and do not reflect my personal experiences or beliefs**
She believes in crystal healing
But I believe in crystal meth
we both have the funny kind of feeling
That comes from being a little too close to death
Bring your incense to the altar
Smoke my cigarettes on the lawn
Don’t let your faith in this world falter
The smell of our smoke will stay after were gone
Razor blades never cut me like you
To the bottom of the veins where the blood runs blue
Bring me coffee in the morning
Pour me whiskey late at night
And when you hit me darling without warning
You know that I won’t but up a fight
Smash that vase on the table
I never liked it anyway
Come over here and kiss me if you’re able
And we’ll pretend its our wedding day
Chorus
I use to believe in free will
Back when you believed in me
We both think god is a woman
Or at least she seems to be
Maybe that’s why it feels like your always leaving
But your ghost can never set me free
Chorus
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Limbo Champion
02:44
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it's true you've got a certain charm
and its true i didn't hate everything about you
but now i do, now i do
now i know how low you can go
you could win a tournament of limbo
now i know how low you can go
you're sub zero
you've got no ethics
give not one shit
got endless excuses
and too much credit
i didn't think of you for a while
i moved on with my life
but now i'm stewing in it
now i'm haunted by it
i already thought you were shit
but now for sure i know it
now i know how low you can go
you could win a tournament of limbo
now i know how low you can go
you're sub zero
you're sub zero
you're sub zero
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REAL MEN LOVE JESUS. REAL MEN YOU BETTER BELIEVE US. REAL MEN WEAR PINK FOR BOOBIES. REAL MEN WATCH ACTION MOVIES. I AM, I AM AN IMAGINARY. I AM, I AM AN IMAGINARY. I AM, I AM AN IMAGINARY MAN. REAL MEN DRIVE STICK SHIFT. REAL MEN WON’T SUCK YOUR DICK. REAL MEN BRING HOME THE BACON. REAL MEN LOVE BABY MAKING. I AM, I AM AN IMAGINARY. I AM, I AM AN IMAGINARY. I AM, I AM AN IMAGINARY MAN. REAL MEN NO HOMO. REAL MEN PLAY WANKY SOLOS. (ENOUGH ALREADY!) I AM, I AM AN IMAGINARY. I AM, I AM AN IMAGINARY. I AM, I AM AN IMAGINARY MAN. IT’S A HETERO MACHO GUN SHOW BABY. HAVE YOU SEEN THE SIZE OF HIS BICEPS LATELY. CALL ME CHRISSIE HYNDE, I MUST BE A PRETENDER. DON’T FIT THE REQUIREMENTS TO BE IN MY GENDER. YOU ARE A PART OF A DYING CULTURE. FICTIONAL MEN LIKE ME WE’RE CIRCLING LIKE VULTURES.
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Straight Passing
03:27
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Sometimes I don’t care if I’m straight passing to everybody
Except the boys I’m trying to sleep with
Living with this privilege and this luxury
Is sometimes hard to sleep with
So this songs for my friends and my family
To make a couple of things clear
Even when I’m with a woman romantically
I still enjoy a penis in my rear
Too queer to be straight and to straight to be queer
Gonna forget those lies and get me outta here
To a place where my friends and my lovers roam
They love me without labels and it feels like home
Well… I know that I should be out and proud
But I slept in through the parade
It can be hard to shout it loud
When identity feels like a charade
There are so many other voices that I’d rather you hear
So a ruminate amongst my choices
Bi, pansexual, or queer?
(Chorus)
So what do you tell me Mr. Stardust?
Is my sexuality from Mars?
Or am I just a liar to my own lust
An astronaut adrift amongst the stars
So what do you tell me Mr. Mercury?
Can they stop me now
From presenting myself honestly
Even though I sometimes don’t know how
Too straight to be queer to queer to be straight
Gonna forget those lies gonna forget self hate
In a place where my friends and my lovers roam
They love me without labels and it feels like home
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Doubt
02:10
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as i say i'm this or i say i'm that
i'm doubting myself
i try to say what i feel but it it's hard to react
when i'm doubting myself
and while it might seem like i've got some convictions
i'm doubting myself
my whole reality just feels like fiction
cause i'm doubting myself
doubt myself all day
doubt myself all night
doubt everything i say
doubt everything in my sight
is it my awareness of my privilege and ignorance
that makes me question my perceptions
or is it just my internalized oppression?
a bit of both it's hard to tell i guess
maybe it's neither, maybe i don't even doubt myself that much
i'm probably just exaggerating
don't listen to me ever
no, no don't listen to my apologies
don't listen to me
maybe it's best you ignore me
when i negate myself
cause i doubt myself all day
doubt myself all night
doubt everything i say
doubt everything in my sight
doubt myself all day
doubt myself all night
doubt everything i say
doubt everything in my sight
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On a delivery in your black suv
You told me how Mike Brown deserved to die
I couldn’t tell you then the words inside my head
but Boss I couldn’t look you in the eye
When I said everybody deserves justice
I meant to say you’re a fucking racist
But I did not want to get fired
Heated leather seats, listening to Wu Tang Beats
The Irony cut through me like a knife
It’s hard for me to see how you and your money
Place so little value on a young mans life
If money where no motivation
I would have confronted your power
But I waltzed around the conversation
And I sold my soul for $9.25 an hour
When I gave Jack that dollar discount
I didn’t care cause you’re a fucking racist
And I am glad that I got fired!
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Under the Bus
04:15
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when everyone is gathered around you
i'll be the one hanging back
when the people you know are cheering you on
i'll be the big ol drag
to let you know i'm disappointed in you
though i might be the only one to say
i see what yur doing and it fills me with dismay
cause you're growing up
and rising above
when your climbing the ladder
do you wonder, my love
who's gonna get thrown under the bus
that you're riding to success
i've been thinking it's time to let you go
as much as i've tried to stay
but you're the one who's abandoned me
in so many ways
other than acknowledging directly
that i have no place
in your life now, you'd rather keep me but just for display
keep me- keep me at arms length
but don't erase me from your list
cause then you'd have to admit
there is a real disconnection
and a vast world of differences
i've come to think there's something about me
that you don't want to see
cuz when i try speak my mind
it seems you don't truly respect me
and the path you've been choosing
goes against everything I believe
and the way you've been interacting
leaves no room for sincerity
i know you're gonna live in a real nice house
and you're gonna build your life around
you're rich husband and your biological children
and all your friends will be liberal professionals
and your vacations will be transcontinental
and you will be so polite
to the cleaning lady
you will convince yourself
that you're living so consciously
i'll be the voice to tell you
that that's nowhere near good enough
i'll be the one to point out
that your universe is corrupt
you're perpetuating patterns
we should all be trying to disrupt
if there was a way to keep you in my life
i hope you know i would do it
and if you wanted to understand
i'd do my best to explain it
but our past interactions have left me feeling so hopeless
cause my tiny little stifled voice
is no match for the current
that's sweeping you away
and washing your brain
as you think you're growing up
and you think you're rising above
when your climbing the ladder
do you ever wonder, my love
who's gonna get thrown under the bus
that you're riding to success
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12. |
White Power Plant
02:26
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The fossil fuels are wearing thin
gotta find something new before the lights go dim
There is something that is carbon based
And burning it destroys toxic waste
Burn burn burn a fascist
Burn burn burn a nazi
It’s the white power plantX2
Irony helps the flames go higher
When you burn a holocaust denier
But this is just a trial run
Cause they’ll be burning in hell after they’re done
Some people are so misguided
Just because their eggshell hided
Even though they’re human too
Theirs no way to get through
So theirs nothing left to do
What the fuck else are we gonna do
(chorus)
We tried talking it out
We tried gasoline
We tried hunger strikes
We tried going green
We signed a petition
We tried to transition
We took a neutral position
We tried nuclear fission
Maybe these fuckers will have a change of heart
And our infrastructure will fall apart
But the temperatures are dropping
And the hate crimes are not stopping
(chorus)
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well i've been feeling all sorts of different ways
a little bit of nausea a little headache
mostly i've just been cranky
then i put it all behind me
and channel all my positivity
to show care for the people around me
cycles of falling apart and pulling it back together
and balancing others misery
more so than any other point in my life
i don't want to face reality
my visions of the future are looming overhead
if i let myself look up i'm immobilized by dread
i know for some people it's felt this way for a long time
and some people think that everything is fine
and in those categories we live very separate lives
maybe that's why there's such a strong divide
i think i'm ready for a fight
though i am terrified
the future's looking bleak as shit
but i'm strapped in for the ride
and i know there have been countless times in history
that people thought the world was ending
but it feels like the world is ending
and i can't tear myself away from my laptop screen
even though it's flashing lights as it's slowly breaking
i don't know what i think i'll find in it
maybe the wisdom of my facebook friends
maybe some messages of hope
though it kinda feels like everything that we do is futile
and hope is just the only way we have to cope
i think i'm ready for a fight
though i am terrified
the future's looking bleak as shit
but i'm strapped in for the ride
i think i'm ready for a fight
though i am terrified
the future's looking bleak as shit
but i'm strapped in, i'm strapped in
........AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
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Ungrateful Little String Band Minneapolis, Minnesota
We are but six fun-loving humans who happen to play music together, trying to do our part to overthrow the kyriarchy, one lush harmony at a time.
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