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Bialogue (demo)
01:32
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Forget the vodka and cranberry
Let’s have a Bialogue baby
Send me to space
And back down to feeling one inch tall
Does my love leave rings on your coffee table?
Does it tread dirt on your carpet and have you reaching for shampoo?
Does it hurt your ears like it’s a station away?
Forget the ground control
Let’s have a Bialogue baby
Send me through a letterbox
Bundled up in bubblewrap that was never meant for me
Does my sex make your hands shake like too much sugar?
Does it make your stomach turn like the drunk ride home?
Does it pull on your scalp like a tangle in your brush?
Forget the gulf between us
Let’s have a Bialogue baby
Send me any questions you have
An Agony Aunt with an angry undercut
My kisses taste like vodka and cranberry
And your head’s full of nipples
Hand on a breast, flat chest
Let’s forget our cards and overthrow the table
Let’s have a Bialogue and make it count.
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I Stand for Trans (demo)
01:30
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I stand for trans
I stand for the goth kids, bullied for how they look.
I stand for the asexual
And so should you: they’re ace.
I stand for the dispossessed
I stand for those who’ve lost everything.
I stand for trans
I stand for individuals and groups
Persecuted by this world
By the stupid, the ignorant, the malicious
By those in power
Who use them to whip up hatred.
I stand for trans
I stand for those in alternative lifestyles:
You don’t need to know.
I stand for trans
I stand for the crazy, the creatives, the crafty
I stand for the alternative.
I stand for trans
I stand for the lonely, the lost, the hopeless.
I stand for the future.
I stand for what I believe in
I take responsibility for what I’ve done.
I stand for trans.
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I am enough for myself
I am enough for myself
But we are not enough for you.
The words wriggle and writhe they flow they dance
They pour they cascade they incandesce
They rage they burn
The stars white.
The sun black.
They twist they turn
They wriggle they burn
Like worms on hooks
Sentences in books
Like ferrets with good looks
The wonderful Saturday Books.
The voices blend
They twist they shape they share
They ensnare
They capture your soul in their eyes
Their sparkling eyes
They see you
They know you
The words wriggle they rise they defy
Like sparks in the night sky
Bringing illumination from the dark.
We are splintered we are broken
We are moulded in gold
And honey.
Drips.
From our lips.
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