1. |
again
02:53
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I've seen love before, now I'm seeing her again
But I'll trip on her lace, fall on my face again
I don't need her release no more, so I'm walking out the door
And I won't be back again
I've kissed you before, and I'll kiss you once again
But I won't call your name, or take all the blame again
Now we got us an even score, so I'm walking on out the door
Because I won't be had again
I've played the fool before, but I won't play one again
Cuz I'm tired of the part, You're breaking my heart again
But I'll love you forever more, though I'm walking on out the door
Because I can't be sad again
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2. |
all alone in her world
03:34
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We are young, We are vital, We are healthy
We fear nothing, We have the truth, We wish you'd go away
Educate, Masturbate, and do the dishes
We live our lives, We know the course, We meditate, We pray
-- chorus --
There's an old man sitting on the steps of the YMCA
And he's wearing a single false eyelash as he looks away
Getting up from the sidewalk that he sleeps on like a timid girl
That harmless, homeless, dainty, little, old, queer
Was all alone in her world
They are young, They are sick, They are dying
They fear nothing, They have the truth, We wish they'd go away
Persperate, Nauseate, and take a deep breath
Release my hand, Head towards the light,
I'll stay behind and pray
-- chorus --
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3. |
i'll never be a fag
05:41
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4. |
mary-goes-round
05:03
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I once had a dream, or so it would seem
I'm waiting in a line, I'm having a good time
I get on a ride, it goes very high
It turns me upside down, and spins me all around
-- chorus --
Mary goes round, where she stops
Nobody knows why she hops
Into the night, she wanders
Into the light, she stumbles
Mary goes round, in circles
Wandering far, never re-
Turning again, she's lost her
Way in the stars, she's searching
Heavens above, she's searching
Then I see a crowd from up in my cloud
They're screaming at the sun for something that it's done
Fingers to the sky, all wondering why
That girl up the air has angels in her hair
-- chorus --
Gracefully falling apart, I have no inclination to start
Remembering my name, remembering the game
I like it up here, in the outer stratosphere
Far removed from the crowds, safe, up in the clouds
-- chorus --
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5. |
full o' shit
03:23
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I wish I could write a lovely song for you
One that would tell you how I feel
A song you could listen to and say "”Oh ain't that sweet!”"
A song to make you love me, sweep you off your pretty feet
-- chorus --
But this ain't it, I know,
Because it's full o' shit
I don't have the talent to impress you
Or the charm to undress you
I'm in a bubble that needs some bursting
I am hungering, I am thirsting
I can't cling to your sweet image
It is faded, I am jaded
This ain't it, I know
Because it's full o' shit
I wish I could give you something all your own
Something you'd hear and think of me
A little celebration of the love I feel for you
To fill your heart with happiness and love for me anew
-- chorus --
You say that you just don't have the time for me
Which tells me just how much I mean to you
I'll forget about the plans for us that I've been thinking of
I'll open up my eyes and stop pretending this is love
-- chorus --
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6. |
drop in the sea
02:42
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Believe me, sweetheart, I'll love you for always
You will be my baby and nobody else
But now it seems like I gotta be leaving
I just feel so lost like a drop in the sea
You're my everything that is why I sing songs for you
Melodies I hope will keep you near
If you stay next to me you always will be free
So let us take the chance while we've got time
And lay your head next to mine every morning
I just need one reason to keep hanging on
'cause when that ship takes me from you this evening
I'll just feel so lost like a drop in the sea
I'm your grizzly bear but I swear I'd wear chains for you
Every little action has a flaw
But something's gotta change, it's time to rearrange
The checkers on the board have all gone home
So pack the wagon and fill up the tank
We've got us a long trip ahead tonight
Just flush your memories right out to the ocean
Cause a flood with all of the drops in the sea
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7. |
sylvia
05:00
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This is a song about a woman called Sylvia
She a mean muthah fuckah
A City Bitch
She live in West Oakland in this run down diner
She all alone now; ain't no one else there but her
Her and her man usta run the place
Then he up and die back in '68
Some say he had the virus, but she never tell
Her diner ain't done no business since the tire plant next door
shut down during the recession ten years back
And Sylvia, she don't know what to do
So she shut the place down and make herself up a home
Round and round the dirty water sucks down the drain
Has to do her chores
She feeds the cat, makes the bed
Now her loved ones all are dead and gone
And this is what makes her angry...
This is what makes her blood boil...
All the neighbors say she's quite unstable
Possibly dangerous and unable to take care of little things
Burned out bulbs and apron strings
But Sylvia, I got an idea that you ain't half as crazy
as they make you out to be
You ain't never done me no wrong, and I think I know you just
tryin to cover up all the pain you feelin behind that anger
But you gotta let it go, hon
Get over it, girl
Or else it's just gonna mess you up even more
Sylvia, I wanna know
Why don't you take some time out for a picture show
Stop, drop everything you gotta do
Why don't you stop, drop everything that's bothering you
Sylvia, I think you'll see
You can release old patterns rather easily
You know there ain't no sense in carrying round that load
'cause it'll fuck you up just like a horny toad
Sylvia, take this tip from me
I offer it with love
It may be the key for you...
But then again, maybe not.
So you'll walk the streets
Talkin shit
Scarin kids
Never noticing
That the world continues spinning
And the argument you're winning with yourself never ends
Absent friends haunt your memories
So you do all your driving
With your agitation thriving
Head goes boom
Empty room
No one home
All alone you discover
Hungry cats eating rats
Just like them you can fend for yourself
You don't need a life like this
You can will it all away
Sylvia, I wanna know
Why don't you take some time out for a picture show
Sylvia, I think you'll see
You can release old patterns rather easily
You simply let it go
Watch the falling snow
Lay down softly drift away and dream
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8. |
lose weight deliciously
03:31
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Many children walk the ground
Some are lost, some are found
Those who flourish find the sun
Those who can't have not begun
Seeds are scattered on the earth
Planted for a springtime birth
Roots begin a downward coil
Searching through the fertile soil
Some will send up tender shoots
Grounded by their healthy roots
Others simply disappear
As if they were never here
Many children walk the ground
Some are lost, some are found
Those who flourish find the sun
Those who can't have not begun
Like the seeds that disappear
Some children are never here
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9. |
give her a haldol
02:59
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10. |
recess
01:13
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She sits in the corner of the summer school playground
Alone with her marbles and her jacks
She never looks up from her private little games
Cautiously avoiding all the cracks
Nary a look from the other little girls
They giggle and they point behind their backs
She's been this way since the accident last fall
And they can not find a cure for her attacks
But Susie Denton knows...
She has a secret...
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11. |
just one solution
05:02
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Little boys make lots of noise, this one's made his share
Never knew when to shut my mouth, or when to cut my hair
But there always seems to be someone above me
Taking note of my flaws
Pointing out all my imperfections, committed to the cause
There's something about him that isn't quite right
I saw him come out of the wrong door last night
He doesn't think like us, has views of his own
There's just one solution: rebuild from the bone
Social stigmas attach to me, like leeches to the skin
Undesirable parasites are my next of kin
But there always seems to be institutions
For fixing people like me
Ripping out all my keen distinctions, homogenizing me
There's something about him that alters the flow
We fear his ideas and the things that he knows
He socially deviant and far from the norm
There's just one solution: We'll force him to conform
My mistake was attracting attention, made them notice me
I couldn't hide from their inquisition, but I couldn't flee
And now they've pegged me, diagnosed me,
Incorrect, socially
Ruled out all my honest defenses, a defect, mentally
There's something about him that terrifies us
He probes all our soft spots and weakens our thrust
A threat to the family and the American Way
There's just one solution: We'll lock him away
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12. |
doppelganger
02:47
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I seem to see this stranger almost everywhere
I do not wish to frighten you but you should know he's there
So that if you are threatened, if evil's ever done
You'll know it's him who did it, you'll know that he's the one
His looks are ordinary, but he does things in the dark
He hides inside the shadows watching children in the park
He whispers things in subways, you'd tremble with alarm
I tell you he will get to you, he's out to do you harm
I've seen him in the headlines and on the evening news
I saw him on the sidelines when stones were thrown at Jews
And marching in Montgomery pretending that he cared
I saw him wink, as though some old conspiracy were shared
He was in the crowd at Dallas at the close of Camelot
I spotted him on campus when the students had been shot
In the office of the governor where evil deeds are done
He was hanging out with Wilson killing AB 101
And he was smiling...
smiling...
Last night I found obscenities scrawled across my wall
I swear I can't repeat the filthy words that I recall
And then the most immoral damned insulting thing of all
As I read each line... I noticed...
his hand writing... was identical...
with...
mine.
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13. |
jungla
02:19
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14. |
cd collection
02:29
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Let's say I meet a boy and I'm making a good connection
We go back to my place to show a little affection
But for some reason I can't maintain an erection
I go into the front room so he won't feel rejection
I get hard just looking at my CD collection
Let's say I finally get it up but I don't wear any protection
Two or three weeks later I wind up with an infection
I go to the doctor to give it an inspection
But I can't afford the doctor to give me an injection
Cuz I spent all my money on my CD collection
CD collection, CD collection
I've got a bad complexion and I often feel dejection
I need some psychological correction
And some dermatological dissection
But I'd forgo it all to build my CD collection
Throughout all my years I've done serious introspection
It seems that my life is lacking a direction
I'll probably never attain my goal of spiritual perfection
But I'll die with a bitchin CD collection
CD collection, CD collection
I've got a marvelous selection, I've divided it into sections
When asked for a predilection I don't need time for reflection
I'd forgo it all to build my CD collection
CD collection, CD collection
Confection, detection, resurrection, C-Section
Insurrection, vivisection...
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15. |
tranzmergance
05:46
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Girlz, Boyz, Girlboyz, Boygirlz
We are everywhere (everywhere!)
Sexuality, Sexuality, doesn't matter to me,
I only crave afternoon tea
I wear high heel shoes, I wear silk stockings
I wear frilly clothes, and I'm just feeling too hot right now
I just want to take all my clothes off
I don't want to wear anything but my stiletto pumps
Girlboyz, Boygirlz,
We are everywhere, and we're changing the world!
Boyz, Girlz, It doesn't matter to me; does it matter to you?
In! (the closet)
Out! (causing a scene)
Here! (in London)
There! (in San Francisco)
Dress up! Diversify! It'll make you want to fly
Reach for the edge of your imagination,
Embrace your true Buddha nature
Have a session and call me in the morning...
Release... release... release your emotions...
Hi... very hiii...
It seems there is a division between men and wymyn
A polarity to resolve between freedom and oppression
Love your Boyness, Love your Girlness
Make a new tranzmergance
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16. |
waiting
04:24
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Sitting in my favorite chair
Searching my mind I'm starting to find
I need some fresh air
Standing, staring at the sea
Breathing in deep and wishing for sleep
To come over me
Walking on the sandy shore
All of a sudden I see Alan Ludden
Playing "Password" once more
Many times I seek out wide open spaces
Someplace with no limits on my mind
So my thoughts can go wherever they want to
Look straight at the sun and not go blind
Driving, driving in the snow
I can't see the road; my eyes overload
Don't know where to go
Curving, swerving, here I go
Off the overpass and right through the glass
My head hits the road
There are times when my soul needs to transmigrate
Check out other astral planes and see
Life on Earth from somewhere out in the cosmos
Got my card to get out of jail free
Grade essays...
Cook something to eat...
Give them all D's...
And don't use meat...
Do laundry...
Clean out the catbox...
Lay down to sleep...
If I die, before I wake...
I pray to God...
My soul to take...
Fight traffic...
Work out at the gym...
Go to the store...
Try to get slim...
Do Yoga...
Catch up on my sleep...
Lay my head down...
If I wake, before I die...
I pray to God...
My soul to fly...
Mashed potatoes on the floor
I could hardly wait but they fell off of my plate
And there are no more
Bumbling, mumbling a John Wilson song
If anyone could hear they might think I'm a queer
And they wouldn't be wrong
Waiting, waiting, killing time
Whistling and humming, I know my moment's coming
And I feel just fine
Waiting, waiting...
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17. |
not exactly married
03:36
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Hangin' around at B.B.'s sippin' mouthwash on the rocks
Tryin' to look sexy and keep the spooge off my socks
There's so many gorgeous men here all looking to get laid
And guys who'd like to marry you if you are not afraid...
Now me, I've got a husband but this word he did say:
D. I. V. O. R. C. E. My actions were to blame
So now I'm cruisin' the BlowBuddies scene
Searchin' for a throat I ain't met
Because I'm not exactly married but we're not broken up yet
Now if I was into flirtin' it'd be with someone like you
But I came here for just one thing: Don't talk; just do
Your name is not important; let's cut to the chase
You sure know how to treat a man
But please don't touch my face...
You're into camping, opera and taking moonlight walks
You can never love me if you never hear me talk
Only one man knows me well enough to love my sweat
And we're not exactly married but we're not broken up yet
Got myself a damn good job like I was supposed to do
With life insurance policies, got health and dental too
On the line where it says "spouse" I wrote my partner's name
Thank God it is androgynous so I won't take the blame...
Six months later when the bill comes hospital claims fraud
Seems the head administrator was a man of God
He said, "Two men can't marry." I said, "You wanna bet?"
Though we're not exactly married we haven't broken up yet
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18. |
azt-3-day-illness
03:02
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Chorus: I've got that AZT 3 day illness again
I've got that AZT 3 day illness again
My doctor's got me poppin' those blue and white pills
Hopin' that he's stoppin' those HIV ills
I've got that AZT 3 day illness again...
Startin' off with one pill, I'm feelin' OK
Day 2 I am queasy and startin' to stray
The third day's when it hits me, my shit starts to flow
My stomach starts a-gurglin' and that's when I know
I've got that AZT 3 day illness again...
Stabilized on one pill, so now we start two
'Cause nothing less than five will do nothing for you
But always on the third day when I double the dose
I feel like a toxic waste dump but that's how it goes
With the AZT 3 day illness again...
Chorus
Hopin' that I'll hit three and then four and five
Hopin' that this fuckin pill can keep me alive
'Cause even though I'm whinin' I'm not better off dead
So if they ever ask you don't say it ain't never been said
I had that AZT 3 day illness again...
Chorus
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19. |
skyway to fantasyland
03:55
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Thought I was in Disneyland or was it just a dream
Over by the submarines or somewhere in between
Only had just one "D" ticket left to go around
With an itch to get away from there, get my feet up off the ground
On the Skyway to Fantasyland
I am with you; you take my hand
Sitting on a foggy beach and listening to the sea
Can't see much of anything; are you still next to me?
Reach my hand out for you and there's nothing there but sand
Said I wanted solitude, but this is more than I can stand
On the Skyway to Fantasyland
I am with you; you take my hand
Now he comes and questions me about reality
Unconvinced that he is in the picture that I see
Always liked amusement parks; they're good for killing time
Especially on my favorite ride; I'm happiest when I'm...
On the Skyway to Fantasyland
I am with you; you take my hand
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20. |
the state you're in
05:05
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Larry Babe, you've got it made
A voice like that could get you laid
You'll never have to take cold showers
Your larynx possesses penis power
For your beloved you pontificate
You shot the Manchurian Candidate
But now your delegated to the cutout bin
Just look at the shape you're in
Hey Breeder Boy, you want some kicks?
Wanna get drunk and pick up chicks?
I know your life story, it bears no rehashing
Except for the time when you went queer-bashing
A friend of mine got a dent in his head
One more blow and he'd probably be dead
Now your head's a target for my rolling pin
Then you'll find out the shape you're in
Out of one body and into another
Lose a friend and gain a grandmother
Spin the wheel of fortune tonight
Pause at the corner, then take the next right
Pick up where you left off the last time
Then you were deaf and now you're blind
All your past lessons erase future sins
Reflecting the state you're in
Astral travel Garrapata Beach
Comprehension just out of reach
A message from beyond the grave
Tracy, Ziad, Sally, Dave
(They say:) Hope you're well, keep plugging away
Our energies will merge another day
Until then inquire within
Ponder the state you're in
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