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It’s hard to be a humanist when no one cares about us
It’s hard to fight for progress when they try to control us
It’s exhausting to keep my head above water
But right now it’s all that I have
It’s hard to be original when I am so inspired
It’s hard to create something new when I am so damn tired
When I wrote this song I ripped off Kimya Dawson
But right now it’s all that I have
It’s hard not to feel like a fraud sometimes
It’s hard not to feel like I’m losing my mind
All I can do is try to be myself
'Cuz right now it’s all that I have
Yea right now it’s all that I have
So I will continue to try to be a humanist
And I will continue to try to strive towards progress
Because these things are so important to me
And right now they’re all that I have
So I will continue to try and make my own art
And I will continue to tear all of my songs apart
Because I really wish I was as talented as Kimya Dawson
And right now she’s all that I have
And I am not a fraud no matter how this song sounds
I’m not losing my mind, it just isn’t here right now
It’s okay to feel confused when the world is upside down
'Cuz right now it’s all that I have
Yea right now it’s all that we have
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Snow melt, make way for spring
Heartfelt, beautiful things come alive
I will strive to change up this time
Sunshine reigns from above
'Tis a fine time to find something to love you the most
Just don't sleep too close
Trees turn to crimson to gold
Do the leaves yearn to have and to hold on so tight?
Either way, they fade with the night
Snow gently blankets the land
Do you know what I'd give you to hold out your hand?
But instead, I'll sink with the sand.
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You never notice me. I always notice you.
When my skies are grey. You always made them blue.
It's a beautiful day. I'm feeling okay.
It's not so bad. Don't be, don't be sad.
Order another drink as you walk in with her.
The whole room starts to sink. I wish I was sober.
It's a beautiful day. I'm feeling okay.
It's not so bad. Don't be, don't be sad.
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Nola Pastor - Tightrope
03:44
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Audio description: acoustic guitar, soft piano and bass, airy vocals
Cottonwoods and river homes
All the lives we never lived
I'm not scared to be alone
Keep wondering when the tightrope gives
And I said I'd walk a hundred miles with you
Balancing on the high wire
I start losing track of what is true
Out of the heatstroke and into the fire
And I wanted to ask you
Is there a way I could pass through
There were red and yellow flags
But I am always seeing green
We've talked about this shit for days
And I still don't get what you mean
And I, I saw all the world laid out with you
Sparkling Lake Michigan big
I said I'd do what I had to do
Cut loose the anchor and watch the land shrink
Now I don't know how to tell you
That I can no longer feel you
Growing up I thought that love
Was a crucible of sorts
Steer towards the things you're frightened of
Chart the path then stay the course
And I, god I wanted to try
And love, I've never loved someone like you
Like my parents all mixed up with a dream
From the time I saw you first I knew
But the weight starts to wear at the seams
And I wanted to hold you
But I could never unfold you
Lilac bush and childhood homes
All the lives already lived
We both grew up so alone
Watched the tightrope bend and give
And I, you know I never lied
And I tried not to hide
And I was on your side
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T. Price - Cut the Wire
02:37
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Disarming this bomb in you
Cut the wire so perfect
Disarming this bomb in you
I know you’re not so deceptive
I know you’re not so defective now
I know you’re not my prospective love
Alarm you in my stupid dreams
Harm you with my stupid schemes
Cut the wire red or blue
What I say is shocking but it’s true
I never meant to hurt you
But you have to make it all about yourself
I never meant to hurt you
But you have to make it all about yourself
Disarming this bomb in you
Cut the wire so perfect
Disarming this bomb in you
I know you’re not so deceptive
I know you’re not so defective now
I know you’re not my prospective love
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Song description: A treble voice, sometimes dividing into harmonies, croons against the backdrop of a spare strummed guitar.
Bang on that piano babe
shimmy in the kitchen
When you’re feeling better
I wanna take you to the movies
That night you stole all my clothes
You were laughing right through your nose
Then the laughs got harder
You were cryin in your sleep
When it got bad we drove on through the pines
Cut the engine, poured the wine
I wanna see you, we all wanna be you, we’re all gonna need you
livin that way
Two girls in a parking lot
Tiny bottles make us big big shots
We’re gonna jailbreak this old town tonight
but they took you away from me
Back to the county facility
from your childhood bedroom
you only had one shot to give
When it got bad we drove on through the pines
Cut the engine, poured the wine
I wanna see you, we’ll all wanna be you, we’re all gonna need you
Dancin that way
I wanna see you, we’ll all wanna be you, we’re all
gonna need you
Dancin that way
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Slide on in
I've kept the bed warm
Wrap yourself around me
With your lovely arms
I won't cause you
Any pain
I am only here
To dance in the rain
Steady lover
I want you always
With a constant hunger
I ache through my days
Feast on your skin
Soft as it is
At your fingertips
Is where I begin
In this motionlessness
There lies a stir
Wanting you
Causes my mind to blur
Sometimes your face
Brings water to my eyes
In your beauty
I've been waiting....
So slide on in
I've kept the bed warm
Wrap yourself around me
With your lovely arms
I won't cause you
Any pain
I am only here
To dance in the rain
I've been waiting....
For you
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What would you put yourself through just to feel like yourself?
I'm almost at my limit, but I'll do a little more for my health.
Stun me, jab me, cut me, scan me, my eye's on the prize.
And after everything I hope I realize
I'm beautiful
I'm beautiful
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9. |
Hendrix - Silver Wind
04:57
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(a heavy kick drum keeps time)
(whispered):
This is how
This is how i let myself
This is how i let myself
Rot
(a bass line enters)
(SIGRA (sung)):
Feet pointed north
Her head is looking back at you
Break free of circles
Or she’ll surely paralyze you
Confine you
To let yourself rot
Polly, Polly,
Let me borrow
From me, from me,
From you, from me
This is how i let myself rot
Dust off the jacket, darling
Let the spectres swim around you
Run fingers over speckles
On the ceiling
And your own hands
As you let yourself rot
Polly, Polly
Let me borrow
From me, from me
From you, from me
This is how
This is how i let myself
This is how i let myself
Rot
This is how i let myself rot.
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song description: track is an acoustic, simple recording of Benjamin Rose singing an original song along to an acoustic guitar in a major key.
I learned to sing in a sanctuary
Where I'm afraid to use my voice
I'm walking down a path they named Hell
As if I would make that choice
My father thinks I'm wrong
But he taught me to think for myself
He bought me my first guitar
Neither of us knowing the songs I would write
They say God abhors the proud
Pride stains the holy bed with colors
All these years, should I have listened more?
Did I miss a turn, they say the road is narrow
I'm not proud of how hard it's become to pray
No excuse for heterodoxy
I'm not proud of all the names I've cursed
To make Pharisees out of family
I'm not proud but I've gotten pretty good at lying
After all, I've been doing it for years
I'm not proud, but I think the doubt in me is winning
I'm the rich man, not the meek, that much is clear
Well there's no question, I'm imperfect
Selfish and prideful, you got me right
You see, I don't always know how to love myself
And I won't apologize for trying
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Maybe I'll see you
On Wednesday
And you'll be so charming
But you won't be changed
It's already too late for
Whatever you're gonna say
I made up my mind
There's no need to explain
I'll look at your face
Envision lines and shapes
In patterns unfamiliar
To my heart
I want to look at you
And not know who you are
It's already too late for
Whatever you're gonna say
I made up my mind
You don't need to explain
It won't matter any way
You won't be changed
You won't be changed
And I won't feel safe
Cuz you won't be
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uke chords: A D A E7
i will build a house so tall
that nothing on earth can break its fall
and if it falls it'll fall in the lake
oh god, i hope that the windows don't break
i will build a house of sticks
with creaky floorboards that i'll never fix
i will build a house of gold and i
will never ever visit
i will build a house so strange
with doors and rooms that always change
it'll be bigger and wiser and smarter than me to
help all the people who want to be free
i will build a house of wood and i will visit everyday
and i will build these houses all day because i want everyone to be okay
i'll build houses for people, houses for mouses
and houses for dogs and for cats and for birds
and for gay kids and trans kids and sick kids and sad kids
cuz every kid deserves a home where they are loved
and i have enough love to fill all these houses
and build a neighborhood around where my house is
and i will live there until i grow old until i grow old in these
houses and homes
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it’s been a lonely COVID
but i ain’t been alone
my partner & m’puppies
& my cats and five thousand houseplants
make me feel like
maybe i’ll be fine
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Queer Madison Mixtape Madison, Wisconsin
Queer Madison Mixtape is a Compilation of Low-Effort Recordings by Local Queers in Madison,
WI.
We created a space for local queers to connect and share their quarantine tunes.
Donations for downloads will go to making Communication–a safer, sober arts and music space–more physically accessible.
QMM Collective Members: Jess Waggoner, Jennifer Bastian, Shaun Soman and Lindsay Welsch-Sveen.
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