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A Little Bit Scared
04:35
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I’m a little bit scared
I’m a little bit scared
If it’s on my sleeve it’s in the air
I’m a little bit scared
But I want you
to hold me tonight
My funny skin
in your clutches so tight
Our queer girls’ lips
reinventing the terms
we were banned from
‘cause you’re too femme
and I’m too firm
Oh, not tonight
You say that I’m beautiful
and I think I know you’re right
Oh, equals in fright
Will I still be beautiful
even when I leave your sight?
I’m a little bit scared
I’m a little bit scared
If it’s on my sleeve it’s in the air
I’m a little bit scared
But I want you
to find me out
Pull on my tit
and spit in my mouth
I feel childish
like we’re rolling in dirt
An adult from 14 years old
so I guess I’ll have just dessert
Oh, oh tonight
You say that I’m beautiful
and I think I know you’re right
Oh, I grow in your light
Will I still be beautiful
even when I leave your sight?
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2. |
My Medusa
04:18
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The whole outside world is my medusa
God forbid anyone look me in the eye
‘Cause I’ve got places to be
I’ve gotta find air to breathe
and I’ve got smoke in my face from your fire
Jump in, jump in
Just ignore my existence
I’d love to be invisible
to everyone but a few
No room, no room
Lest I hold my body twisted
Unless I hold my face
until my breath turns blue
Don’t look me in the eye
I need to breathe
Don’t look me in the eye
Blue denim jeans over a hot pink skirt
The coldest July in 20 years
I’ve internalised all of your loathing
No disconnect between body and clothing
and there’s no smoke in your face from my fire
Jump in, jump in
Just ignore my existence
I’d love to be invisible
to everyone but a few
No room, no room
Lest I hold my body twisted
Unless I hold my face
until my breath turns blue
Don’t look me in the eye
I need to breathe
Don’t look me in the eye
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3. |
Baby and the Bicycle
04:16
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Baby slices down side streets
Circle, triangle, circle, gone
The sun beats down fists of fire
Baby’s got her pink skirt on
And there’s singing in her ear
And there’s new love in the air
And her heart’s as fast as a red car
Red circle, red rhombus, red square
I don’t wanna talk about what I am
I just wanna throw some shapes around
I’m not always happy with what I am
Some times I wanna be
wind, wifi, or sound
Just leaving the house is political
Baby wants a form that’s neutral
Her king’s forehead and her queen’s lips
Sometimes the mirror is brutal
But on the bike that keeps her safe
She can ride as fast as she wants
And you can watch Baby fade away
Until your finger no longer knows where to point
I don’t wanna talk about what I am
I just wanna throw some shapes around
I’m not always happy with what I am
Some times I wanna be
wind, wifi, or sound
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4. |
Shaving Cut
03:00
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You asked me if I was wearing blush
It’s just foundation in my shaving cut
You asked me if I was wearing blush
It’s just foundation in my – 1, 2, 3, 4
You asked me if I was wearing blush
It’s just foundation in my shaving cut
A constellation of dark red dots
It’s just foundation in my shaving cut
You asked me if I was wearing blush
and I was in fact wearing blush
You asked me if I was wearing blush
It’s just foundation in my shaving cut
Can I kiss you, will you kiss me back?
Forgive the prickle on your lip
Pin me down with your porcelain claws
and captain my body like a ship
And it’s so sexy to not give a shit
And if only I could just exist
Without a body, without a hitch
As if, as if, as if
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5. |
YoYo
03:11
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When your face was forming
and the world was reddened mud
All around you felt like all inside you
though I guess it always does
You’re like a YoYo
that glows in the dark
What makes you special
makes you dangerous
I wanted to
write you a song
So I pulled a few apart
and made them into this one
When the sky was falling
and you couldn’t ask for help
You were sure there was one person to blame
and that person was yourself
You’re like a YoYo
that glows in the dark
What makes you special
makes you dangerous
If the world don’t love you
then the world is wrong
If the world don’t love you
then the world is wrong
You’re so sad
but so damn strong
If the world don’t love you
then the world must be wrong
It must be wrong
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6. |
Decade of Disrepair
05:20
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The eighties live on in my shoulders
I don’t know how that happened
Born in the early nineties I
was a scrawny little teen
Pushing purple fists through plaster I
was furious sad and so scared
Unaware that my walls would fall
into a decade of disrepair
A decade of disrepair
A decade of disrepair
Nine nights
Burned in my memory
Nineteen nights
Burned in my memory
Ninety-nine nights
Burned in my memory
When I was sixteen or seventeen
I opened a bottle of champagne
A celebration of walking
A hundred meters in the dark, and
Trauma can live as a silent beast
Mine avoided naming for seven years
And on my very being it did feast
But I’ll starve the beast to death
Now I’ve got a handful of stories
I’ve got my personal mythology
and I recognise the gods that sheltered me
through a decade of disrepair
A decade of disrepair
A decade of disrepair
A decade of disrepair
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7. |
Ships in the Night
05:45
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When I see someone that looks like you
Do you see someone that looks like me?
Ships in the night, the water's on fire
Out of the frying pan and into the sea
But I'm told this is what I want
This is love, beautiful love
I don't wanna be in
I don't wanna be in love
I don't wanna be in love anymore
Am I loving you?
Am I loving you?
Are you loving me?
Are you loving me?
When I see someone that looks like you
Do you see someone that looks like me?
Ships in the night, the water's on fire
Out of the frying pan and into the sea
I don't wanna be in
I don't wanna be in love
I don't wanna be in love anymore
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8. |
Words in my Mouth
08:57
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You put
words in
my mouth
I wasn’t
hungry
You put
words in
my mouth (x 2)
Scrunch me up like an onion skin
and throw me in the compost bin
Leave the tabula rasa
Every word a lie, a sin
I was called a teenage boy
I named myself a girl
You tore me up, buttercup
I was a threat to your whole world
CHORUS x 1
Your taxonomy has failed me
All the bones you found were fake
I’m the scraps in the adjacent lot
Leaving flora in my wake
And I’ll lie here forever
And anybody can come in
Just leave your eyes, your ears, your mouth, at home
Every word’s a lie, every word’s a sin
Every word a lie, a sin
On the library scrawled in paint
Blue letters on a red brick building
Blackened matches at the base
And June Jones is sat there sobbing
Crying not just tears, but words
“If I could be one simple thing
I’d be the compost in the dirt”
CHORUS x 2
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My mother's birthday I
cried in her arms
Just like the baby I
said I wished I was
My mother, lifegiver
First forest, first river
I am so sorry for the
nature of my thoughts
Sometimes I think about death
Even when I sleep I don't rest
It's just something I need to confess
Sometimes
I think about death
My mother's birthday her
self-centred daughter said
"Why can't I be
clouds or dust, a tree?"
My mother, spark lighter
I sob louder and I hold tighter
Sometimes a human
is a terribly sad thing to be
Sometimes I think about death
Even when I sleep I don't rest
It's just something I need to confess
Sometimes
I think about death
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Two Steps on the Water was an emotion punk band working on Wurundjeri land (2014 - 2018)
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