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Welcome to my castle, welcome to my keep
In these half-remembered halls, you can safely fall asleep
Unharassed by men
Who think that you belong to them
Legislation that they pen will claim
Your body's not your own
That you exist solely for them to bone.
The world is full of men with dicks in existential pain
Nice guys in fedoras who will scramble to mansplain
"Babe, you make a good point but it raises a concern:
Where does my dick fit into this?"
You gotta have men as part of your movement
Be cis, het, and white inclusive
You gotta be nice to all the dudes
Who don't like your feminist attitudes
You gotta play nice, don't rock the boat
And smile for me, don't mind the grope
I saw it on TV.
No room for representation, in this patriarchy
No time for menstruation, in this patriarchy
Men walk around with their chests bare, in this patriarchy
Nipples are gendered and it's not fair, in this patriarchy.
When I was young, they told me a story
About how the world began.
God made the heavens, and god made the earth
God even made a man.
Then he made a woman right out of a rib
Adam said hey god do I gotta have kids?
And god said yes, go forth and procreate
And Adam said god, that sounds pretty hard
Can't we get Eve to do it instead?
And he said yes!
Welcome to my castle
Welcome to my estate
In these half-remembered halls
A revolution lies in wait.
A burgeoning groundswell, it's a flood we'll never quell
No matter how you yell
That we're being mean to you, suck it up snowflake...
To borrow a phrase!
No room for toxic manliness, in this patriarchy
It's time to check our privilege, in this patriarchy
Kinds words and deeds will not solve this, in this patriarchy
Punch nazis till we sprain our wrists, in this patriarchy
And send misogyny alight, burn this patriarchy
Reclaim the streets, reclaim the nights, burn this patriarchy
Consign it to the healing flame, burn this patriarchy
Till there's no victims left for you to blame.
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Hometown Meanderings
03:40
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Rain is misting my bedroom window
But I’m warm in bed as pine fills the air
Earthworms wriggling down on the street
But they’ll be okay as we tread softly by
The bear in the woods is looking for honey
He sticks his great paw in the hive
Bees will swarm out but they will not harm him
He has a very thick hide
The air is much cleaner here
The trees are much greener here
In Portland
And you’re writing your novel in a record store
And you’re knitting a sweater
For your dog.
Hail plummets from the sky
In Pioneer Place all the lights are on
And they cut the storm like a friendly beacon
And beckon us to come inside
Out of the cold
SOLO
Riding your bike through the city centre
You see hipsters in vintage and sweater vests
Typewriter shops and indie boutiques
And stores that sell nothing
But wooden antiques
This town is steeped in natural metaphor
And it’s pouring down, giving form to
Ruminations, like
What is life and what’s this journey for, oh or
Does it terminate without meaning
Shale on the beach
Slices your tender feet
Every step a lesson in your frailty
And rocks tumble from the cliffside into the rising tide
Making splashes we don’t see
Or hear and
Is this how we go
Sinking down below
Into a solemn sea
And I’ll visit when I’m near
Get a dose of atmosphere
In Portland
And I was a child when I left this town
Didn’t know about how I’d drown
In existential fear
And entropy is driving me
Down a one-way street lacking rhyme or reason
But I won’t cower and I won’t hide
Cause I find purpose
In being alive.
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Shadows
04:36
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Shadows, on the dancefloor,
Oh-woh-oh, they twist and sway, the night away
Faint echoes of their owners’ foxtrots and gavottes.
Do you remember what it was like to see this room
Filled with dancers in three-four time,
I’m on the sidelines.
Heels skittering, now there’s glittering grooves
Aurora skeins writhe in your wake
I’d love to be the one who asks
Will you take my hand
For this last dance?
But I’m not bold enough to
Gamble on what is so unsure, I would
Ante up, but it all falls down. Do-oo-oown.
Shadows they interplay, and without control my shadow
Brushed against yours
Paper-thin silhouettes, oh and where they meet they combine
Boundaries fade away
Shadows come and shadows go on the whim
of a flickering light
Aspersions cast behind our backs
We don’t have a chance to refute our shadows’ acts.
Crumbs on the tables and on the floors
The DJ’s tracks are starting to loop
Repeating all those tired tunes.
I swept the floors, while you stacked plates
We were the last to leave that place
You stayed and I dare hope you
thought me more than just a joke and
A sudden breeze the candles sputter
The shadows weave all around they mutter about
Everything that could have been but is not
Oh won’t you please forgive my shades’ advances
Cause I’m not one for such reckless romances
And I avoided assiduously your gaze
when it strayed to me
Woah-oh
Just give me one more spin on your wheel of fortune double or nothing
and I found fate particularly cruel to lead your steps away
We don’t know where the shadows go
When the sun sets in the west they stretch away from us
And horizons are far over yonder hills
Oh my shadow reaches for them why don’t I
Maybe I’d have reached you if I tried
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All Thumbs
03:18
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Keepsakes under my bed
Where do thoughts go when they leave my head
She said to me that I’m too young for melancholy
Did you get my letter
She said it came yesterday
and it was sweet
but really it’s okay to send a text
next time, letters are too personal
for her, it’s fine, let’s just keep this casual
For now…. for now… for now… for now…
Paint is peeling off that old red door
A thousand flakes fluttering to the floor
Trapped in cracks of foundations laid
For love got lost
In a life too complicated
How can we cure hurt feelings now?
No time for healing.
I built a pillow fort in my bedroom
with room enough for two
A plushy pillow palace
A sofa with a view
I invited you to stay the night but
You said it didn’t feel right
I wanted you to stay…
But instead you went away, oh, oh
SOLO
Keepsakes all over my floor
Knick knacks and memories galore
She reminded me that I’m too young for reminiscing
But I’m not bitter
Just a little bit cynical
She sat me down and told me
That’s the way it goes
And the human race
Was over before I began
I will not place
I’m doomed to be an also ran
In the annals of time
In history’s mind
A fading star
Running out of charge
Paint is peeling off that old red hull
A thousand flakes plummeting to Davy Jones
Winds died down, and the sails are still
And we’re becalmed
In these uncharted waters
Call goes out
All hands on deck
We’re still working to save this wreck
Some souls were lost, but others might be saved
Just keep your cool and work on slow and steady
There’s still a long way to go
Till we reach the shore.
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Isn’t it funny how things turn out
Leading lives we never dreamed about
In our own beds
Where we lay our heads
And hypotheticals
Oh, it isn’t funny how things have changed
Breathing in and out never felt so strange
So mechanical
So detached
From who we are and
We are all just
Simple machines
Programmed to be
By our biology
Why do we think there’s something more?
Now there are doubts in my head
Philosopher’s dread
Was it something you said to me
As we lay beneath the stars
At night
Ghosts wander quietly through old empty homes
They are picking through the pieces
They are digging through the bones
And in amongst the phantoms there are
Those that we have known
Faces fading away…
We won’t let em go into that long goodnight
Though we’ve said our farewells
It’s not time for goodbyes
They may be missing but we can’t presume them dead
We’ve got to keep perspective
Skinny legions from the abyss
March on through from another world
No leader, uncertain aegis
Oh, what could they want
In their ranks are old acquaintances
Old friends we left behind
Now they’re painting pictures using
Colors from another world
Bleeding through from another world
SOLO
Isn’t it funny how opinions change
Like we flick a switch and we rearrange
Our attitudes
How we once viewed
Most everything, so
Sink into a reverie
On an afternoon, as we disagree
On platitudes, facts and philosophies
We are all doing just fine
Biding our time
As these air sirens whine
Warning us something bad is on its way.
Aircraft spinning out of control
Uncertainty’s toll
Broken aerofoils
Raining down upon our grand parade
Last night I had a very strange dream
Roman legions fought Berber mercenaries
On Tunisian shores
By old Carthage, home of the Punic Wars
Wars, wars…
All roads lead to Rome.
Rome, Rome,
Augustus’ throne
And after I had that dream
I lay awake thinking oh, what could it mean
Sometimes history has a way of catching you up
We only got one shot
To make a friend for the very first time
Don’t you focus on what is not
Just reflect on the positive side
Throw your cares and worries to
The baying dogs behind
Anxiety is not
A friend of mine.
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Pyjama Sam Sydney, Australia
Pyjama Sam is a free-spirited indie folk artist looking to trade the patriarchy for something better. In the meantime, he's ignoring gender norms and finding whimsy wherever he goes.
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