Program Information
Stitch
Music by Juliet Palmer
Libretto by Anna Chatterton
Director: Rose Freeman*
Music Director: Alexandra Enyart
Sound Designer & Audio Engineer: Matthew Peckham
Costume Designer: Beth Laske-Miller*
Photographer & Digital Artist: Tamzin Ritchie+
Stage Manager: Shelby Krarup*
Worker 1: Angela Born*
Worker 2: Mary Lutz Govertsen*
Worker 3: Rena Ahmed*
Approximate run time is 35 minutes.
Witness
Music and lyrics by Alexandra Enyart
Director: Rose Freeman*
Sound Designer & Audio Engineer: Matthew Peckham
Photographer & Digital Artist: Tamzin Ritchie+
Stage Manager: Shelby Krarup*
Featuring Alexandra Enyart. Special appearance by Kelsey Enyart.
Approximate run time is 50 minutes.
* denotes company member
+ denotes board member
Music by Juliet Palmer
Libretto by Anna Chatterton
Director: Rose Freeman*
Music Director: Alexandra Enyart
Sound Designer & Audio Engineer: Matthew Peckham
Costume Designer: Beth Laske-Miller*
Photographer & Digital Artist: Tamzin Ritchie+
Stage Manager: Shelby Krarup*
Worker 1: Angela Born*
Worker 2: Mary Lutz Govertsen*
Worker 3: Rena Ahmed*
Approximate run time is 35 minutes.
Witness
Music and lyrics by Alexandra Enyart
Director: Rose Freeman*
Sound Designer & Audio Engineer: Matthew Peckham
Photographer & Digital Artist: Tamzin Ritchie+
Stage Manager: Shelby Krarup*
Featuring Alexandra Enyart. Special appearance by Kelsey Enyart.
Approximate run time is 50 minutes.
* denotes company member
+ denotes board member
This project is partially supported by grants from the Gaylord & Dorothy Donnelley Foundation and the The MacArthur Funds for Arts and Culture at The Richard H. Driehaus Foundation.
A special thank you to Wulfka for sponsoring this production. To purchase locally made clothing, visit their website at www.wulfka.com.
To support our artists and the work we do, visit paypal.me/StitchWitness2020. If you have already donated, we are extremely grateful for your contribution!
We also wish to thank Jeff Meyer - Graphic Designer, Evita Trembley, Kriss Abigail, Liz Falstreau, Tracey Furling*, Noah Gartner*, Sheila Duda+, Jan Mieure+, and Tamzin Ritchie+. Your contributions are invaluable and we couldn't have done it without you!
A special thank you to Wulfka for sponsoring this production. To purchase locally made clothing, visit their website at www.wulfka.com.
To support our artists and the work we do, visit paypal.me/StitchWitness2020. If you have already donated, we are extremely grateful for your contribution!
We also wish to thank Jeff Meyer - Graphic Designer, Evita Trembley, Kriss Abigail, Liz Falstreau, Tracey Furling*, Noah Gartner*, Sheila Duda+, Jan Mieure+, and Tamzin Ritchie+. Your contributions are invaluable and we couldn't have done it without you!
Lyrics
Stitch
THE THREE FATES - SWEATING IN THE SHOP
Sweating in the shop
Common conundrum
Clothes for clones
Covering shame for cents
Trite trio
Cheap fate
Dusty destiny
Riddled redundant
CROSS STITCH CHAIN STITCH
Cross stitch, chain stitch
Zig-zag stitch, darning stitch
Straight stitch, whip stitch
Back-tack, overlock whip stitch
Feather stitch, oversewing stitch
Stretch stitch, padding stitch
I WAITED A MILLENNIUM FOR YOU
I waited a millennium for you
Saw you before you were measured with a practiced eye or snipped away
Secrets line this cloth
I am waiting for you in the hem
My breath in pleats
Spinning head
I have tucked, folded and gathered you
Will you fall for me by the fit?
Roll the cloth into my skin.
Shut my mouth with pins.
SHE DID/SHE NEVER
Worker 2: Worker 3:
She did She never
She did Did she?
She stooped Come on
She stooped, she stupid Come on, stupid?
A women’s lot A of lot of women….
Don’t even. You must admit that if-
I would never ever Never ever but still-
Slut. Shhh!
Slippery slut. Shut!
Such a slippery slut Shut! Come on! shut!
Shun Shut up!
Shame.
Shut up!
TSK TASK/PINSTRIPE
Worker 1/Worker 2: Tsk, task, tsk, task, keep on track…
Worker 3: Pinstripe is watching our logo, watching, watching…
Worker 1: He whipstitched the peasant sleeves.
Whipstitch, whipstitch…
Worker 3: It’s all slanted pocket no matter how you slit it.
Worker 1/Worker 2: Slit it, slit it
Worker 3: We have to be the portrait collar or we’ll yoke.
Worker 1: Stitchin’…
Worker 3: Stitchin’…
Worker 2: Can’t we zipper pull?...
Worker 3: It’s not a two-way zipper…
Worker 1: It’s a tie neck all the way to studs. Studs, studs, studs…
Worker 2: What if we button fly the chain belt?
Fly…
Worker 3: Watch the hemline.
Worker 2: Fly.
Worker 3: Watch it, watch it
Worker 1: elbow patch: just seam, seam…
Worker 3: Straight stitch.
Worker 1: Chain stitch. Lock stitch. Whip stitch.
Worker 2: Slip stitch. Stretch stitch. Feather stitch
Feather stitch…feather.
Workers 1 & 3: Stitchin’, stitchin’,
Worker 2: What if we frog toggle the cinch belt?
Worker 3: Pinstripe would bell cuff you with embroidery. Cuff you…
Worker 2: Cinch, cinch
Worker 1: It’s a one way pleat.
Worker 3: Peasant sleeve, sleeve, sleeve…
Worker 1: I feel funnel neckline.
Worker 2: We just have to gather neckline the dickey.
Dickey, dickey, dicky…
Worker 3: Pinstripe is watching our logo, watching, watching.
Workers 1, 2, & 3: Chain stitch. Lock stitch. Whip stitch.
Worker 3: Straight stitch everyday.
Workers 1, 2 & 3: Straight stitch everyday
Worker 1: Pin tucks, pin tucks, tucks, tucks…
Worker 3: Just dog collar it and you’ll be fine.
Worker 1: I’ll mock pocket to my death.
Worker 2: What if, what if, what if?
COWLNECK BLUES
Worker 1:
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ bad,
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ so bad.
Workers 1 & 2:
I’m a dickey without my toggle,
I’m all a piping without my gore.
Workers 1, 2 & 3:
See my sweetheart called on me one day,
I was in my v-neck feelin’ gay.
He kicks up a dickey and then he brays,
Don’t plunge neck me, I’m onto your sneaky keyhole ways.
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ bad,
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ so bad.
I says to him - don’t you hemline me in.
You ain’t nothing but a bias trim.
He got in a gusset— called me Miss Muffet.
And tried to give me the ole bellcuff eyelet.
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ bad,
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ so bad.
Now some may call’im a redneck, a ruffneck,
Though he’s my sweetheart, can’t do what he say.
So I gave him the stir-rup and a big ole pin tuck.
With an ankle length a-line all the way home.
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ bad,
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ so bad.
CHAIN STITCH SOUND POETRY
WHY CAN'T I?
Worker 3: Why, why, why can’t I? Why can’t I stop?
PHOEBE'S END
Workers 1 & 3:
PHOEBE in her gown
in her petticoat
Goin’ down to town.
PHOEBE in her too tight boots
Tight smile
About to walk a mile
PHOEBE with her lips too bright
Forehead in a frown
Hobbles down to town
PHOEBE in the bar at noon
Downs a whiskey sour
Been drinkin’ now for hours and hours
Worker 3:
Stick it up your fuckin’ snatch, bitch
Workers 1 & 3:
She teeters, she totters
Totters to the street
She trips she topples
She train tracks
She steel rail racks
Screech train
Shudder tracks
Stale tart
Rooted wench
Topsy stitch
Quit crone quit
Lazy lurch
Teeth turn
Cogs churn
She flail back
She flinch forth
Buckle those knees crone
Tear train tear
She chug
She crash
She crack
She crunch
She Christ!
THE CRONE'S SONG
Worker 3: She one stitch
She two hundred stitch
She three hundred thousand stitch
She four hundred ten thousand stitched herself into an old woman
Worker 1: She stitched herself into a crone
Worker 2: She stitched her breath
She stitched a gasp
Worker 3: She stitched a stifle
Worker 1: She stitched her last…
Worker 2: She stitched her coffin
Worker 1: She stitched her life
Worker 3: She stitched herself out of life
TSK TASK:
Workers 1, 2, &3:
Tsk task tsk task
Keep on track keep on track
Tsk task tsk task
Sew strangers
Stack’em
Stick’em
It’s whacked,
It’s whisk
It’s snip snip snap snap
Busy blur
Dizzy drone
Can’t care no fair
We once we were we once we were
Pant pant skirt skirt
Forget forget forgot forgot
Witness
Birth
Willow Tree
Beneath a willow tree
You share with her
Your ear
“Sleep among clouds
And be
Relieved
Lay down your head on a peppermint patch
Inhale the Earth dancing on your tongue
Drive over a vein and reveal blue water Look out in the storm and fall into the thornbush
Sprawl out on pink asphalt melting through the stars
press your eyes shut the wind has left your face
Lay down your head on a peppermint patch
Inhale the Earth dancing on your tongue
Naked poetry that says what it is A hint of control when none can be found
Thinly veiled line that wants something different Hoping for change that won't come Till it comes
Lay down your head on a peppermint patch
Inhale the Earth dancing on your tongue
Live to be perfect for that someone Always come up short but not to them”
Going Home
I’m going home
From icy rivers
To forests green
Where love delivers
I’m going home
From icy rivers
I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home
From hurt and suffering
To bounds of love
That lifts my chin
I’m going home
From hurt and suffering
I’m going home
I’m going home
And when I go
Where you can’t follow
I’ll leave behind me
My heart and soul
And then you’ll know
I’m out there waiting
And getting ready
When you come home
I’m going home
From icy rivers
To forests green
Where love delivers
I’m going home
From icy rivers
I’m going home
I’m going home
Growth
Tomorrow is an accident that keeps happening
Happening is no accident and leads to tomorrow
Change comes from many happenings together
Cut my dick off
I know I’m not the only time the world made a mistake
But I can’t shake the feeling that this one takes the cake
Instead of being born with correct genitalia
The world decided just to use junk paraphernalia
You look at me and tell me my minds really broke
But I’m not interested in being your sick joke
Some people like to go and say the problem lies within
You had no issue with it when you cut off my foreskin
Cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
I’m getting sick and tired of dealing with this shit
I’m going to cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
The world already fucked me when it failed to make a clit
My body is a temple is a phrase I’m sick of hearing
I’d really like it if you all would stop your interfering
And really all I want to do is take back some control
It just so happens doing that means opening a hole
You say you’re worried for me and that I should really stop
But I’m getting sick and tired of always being top
You might think that I am really an extremist
But hey it’s not like I’m cutting off your penis
Cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
I’m getting sick and tired of dealing with this shit
I’m going to cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
The world already fucked me when it failed to make a clit
Now that I’ve shared my issues and I’ve said my woes are me
I’d really get to fixing it except it costs money
Who would think it costs a lot to give my girl the snip
Apparently the whole goddamn insurance chairmanship
It’s all you motherfuckers who are living in the past
That insist I’ll always have to have at least half mast
And for the people who say that it’s all wrong
You’re the reason that I have to settle for this song
Cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
I’m getting sick and tired of dealing with this shit
I’m going to cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
The world already fucked me when it failed to make a clit
Cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
I’m getting sick and tired of dealing with this shit
I’m going to cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
The world already fucked me when it failed to make a clit
A clit.
Trapped
A man on a train
Gets into my ear
With a cupped hand he probes
“Can I get some head”
I shake out a no
a quiet falsetto
if he sees what I am
will I end up dead?
A long crowded street
A man with his dick out
With a hand wrapped around it
As if there’s no crime
Light makeup today
As I ran out the door
Could that choice betray me
Any day could be the time
Keep your head down
Don’t show your face
Keep your voice down
They’ll all know you’re fake
Always keep an exit route mapped
Or else you might end up trapped
A knife in a basement
Waiting patiently
What once was seemed so harmless
Is now a vignette
I didn’t know
It would happen so soon
I miss it so deeply:
walking under the moon
Keep your head down
Don’t show your face
Keep your voice down
They’ll all know you’re fake
Always keep an exit route mapped
Or else you might end up trapped
A man on every street and every train
A knife in every basement
Normal
I used to pray to be normal
now I pray to remember I always have been
but when I forget
I sit and I pray to be normal again
Whistle Waltz
Whisper a walk pretty darling near me
Each footstep pushes up dirt
Glide off the trail you were told to walk
I promise to be worth the hurt
Pack up your bags pretty darling with me
We’ll go where they all understand
Over the river and through the woods
I promise not to let go of your hand
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
You’ve courage to dance your role
Spinning, spinning, spinning, with the sound
Smile on, these things makes you whole
(Whistle)
Cabin a song pretty darling to me
The one that you sing on one knee
Ask me to be the one right here with you
I promise that’s right where I’ll be
Flower your hair pretty darling for me
I’ll flower mine up for you too
Let’s walk up together, then down to forever
I promise to go there with you
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
You’ve courage to dance your role
Spinning, spinning, spinning, with the sound
Smile on, these things makes you whole
(Whistle)
Pretty darling, side-by-side we sit
You say to me with the kindest eyes moonlit
“Whatever I want well I get
so you know now, sweetness, you’re it”
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
You’ve courage to dance your role
Spinning, spinning, spinning, with the sound
Smile on, these things makes you whole
Her Humming
Is this album ego bullshit?
Let’s not talk in metaphors flung all over the page
the truth is sometimes that things suck in every single stage
I’m exhausted, every single thing can bring out pain and fear
the wrong word in conversation or bad light above a mirror
I accept I have some issues that can knock me out of place
and they’re more severe than sadness or a frown upon my face
Instead they take a cut of every single fucking day
I’m holding myself hostage in an isolating space
My problems can’t control me
Although they sure do try
I’m the one in charge of them
I won’t listen to the lies
My problems can’t control me
I’ve got way too much to do
I’m going on and healing up
I refuse to stay so blue
The world is full of people who all try to be enough
and the fastest way to do that is to pull the ladder up
Life is rarely long enough to see the long way through
but pulling up the ladder means the future can’t come too
I accept we have some issues that can knock us out of place
and they’re more severe than sadness or the frown on every face
Instead they take a cut of every single fucking day
we’re holding ourselves hostage in an isolating space
Our problems can’t control us
Although they sure do try
We’re the one in charge of them
Please don’t listen to the lies
Our problems can’t control us
we’ve got way too much to do
we’re going on and healing up
Refuse to stay so blue
Maybe
Witness
Hypothetical Timelines drifting through the mirror
Potential comes to nothing without an open ear
Standing on a precipice the cusp of something more
Try to trick the portal to reveal a door
Time is money you break it you buy it
The compass points nowhere so you don’t go
The yellow ghost drags you to an elderberry graveyard
The cloud and clock are cousins that you can’t outgrow
Oh witness me I’ve been so long at sea
And I’m landing on a shoreline from a dream
If I’m not seen then what’s it even mean
Am I lost adrift just inches from the edge?
Faces in the bedframe watching budding love
Phantoms feed from farflung fears dancing up above
Die a thousand deaths and be born a thousand times
You will know the answer when you see the rhymes
The horizon whistles when you pick a pack of thistles
The oranges are a warning that the stems do prick
They turn to red as the sun goes to bed
And the thistle prickle drips a little blood
Oh witness me I’ve been so long at sea
And I’m landing on a shoreline from a dream
If I’m not seen then what’s it even mean
Am I lost adrift just inches from the edge?
Look across the breaking waves a kaleidoscopic scene
Lungs fill up with one last breath, all futures are unseen
The splash is loud, the water’s warm, a destiny complete
life on board, like all the past, is rendered obsolete
Chase away the ghost now it’s been diagnosed
Let the compass point nowhere and yet you go
The boat stays afloat while you swim to the coast
and Moonlight’s sight signals you were right
Witness Me
Witness Me
Witness Me
I’m never going back
Alone
Cinnamon leads to the raining of wax
Cages run three layers deep
Skeletons grow into bounds of green grass
Silence is never eternal
Window shades make private practice
Colorful cores in a mug
Humming the same tune as everyone else
The crackle of connection abuzz
Stillness is broken by thought
Carving a used to be tree
The timekeeper keeps
The visitors speak
Alone doesn’t mean a whole lot.
Silence
THE THREE FATES - SWEATING IN THE SHOP
Sweating in the shop
Common conundrum
Clothes for clones
Covering shame for cents
Trite trio
Cheap fate
Dusty destiny
Riddled redundant
CROSS STITCH CHAIN STITCH
Cross stitch, chain stitch
Zig-zag stitch, darning stitch
Straight stitch, whip stitch
Back-tack, overlock whip stitch
Feather stitch, oversewing stitch
Stretch stitch, padding stitch
I WAITED A MILLENNIUM FOR YOU
I waited a millennium for you
Saw you before you were measured with a practiced eye or snipped away
Secrets line this cloth
I am waiting for you in the hem
My breath in pleats
Spinning head
I have tucked, folded and gathered you
Will you fall for me by the fit?
Roll the cloth into my skin.
Shut my mouth with pins.
SHE DID/SHE NEVER
Worker 2: Worker 3:
She did She never
She did Did she?
She stooped Come on
She stooped, she stupid Come on, stupid?
A women’s lot A of lot of women….
Don’t even. You must admit that if-
I would never ever Never ever but still-
Slut. Shhh!
Slippery slut. Shut!
Such a slippery slut Shut! Come on! shut!
Shun Shut up!
Shame.
Shut up!
TSK TASK/PINSTRIPE
Worker 1/Worker 2: Tsk, task, tsk, task, keep on track…
Worker 3: Pinstripe is watching our logo, watching, watching…
Worker 1: He whipstitched the peasant sleeves.
Whipstitch, whipstitch…
Worker 3: It’s all slanted pocket no matter how you slit it.
Worker 1/Worker 2: Slit it, slit it
Worker 3: We have to be the portrait collar or we’ll yoke.
Worker 1: Stitchin’…
Worker 3: Stitchin’…
Worker 2: Can’t we zipper pull?...
Worker 3: It’s not a two-way zipper…
Worker 1: It’s a tie neck all the way to studs. Studs, studs, studs…
Worker 2: What if we button fly the chain belt?
Fly…
Worker 3: Watch the hemline.
Worker 2: Fly.
Worker 3: Watch it, watch it
Worker 1: elbow patch: just seam, seam…
Worker 3: Straight stitch.
Worker 1: Chain stitch. Lock stitch. Whip stitch.
Worker 2: Slip stitch. Stretch stitch. Feather stitch
Feather stitch…feather.
Workers 1 & 3: Stitchin’, stitchin’,
Worker 2: What if we frog toggle the cinch belt?
Worker 3: Pinstripe would bell cuff you with embroidery. Cuff you…
Worker 2: Cinch, cinch
Worker 1: It’s a one way pleat.
Worker 3: Peasant sleeve, sleeve, sleeve…
Worker 1: I feel funnel neckline.
Worker 2: We just have to gather neckline the dickey.
Dickey, dickey, dicky…
Worker 3: Pinstripe is watching our logo, watching, watching.
Workers 1, 2, & 3: Chain stitch. Lock stitch. Whip stitch.
Worker 3: Straight stitch everyday.
Workers 1, 2 & 3: Straight stitch everyday
Worker 1: Pin tucks, pin tucks, tucks, tucks…
Worker 3: Just dog collar it and you’ll be fine.
Worker 1: I’ll mock pocket to my death.
Worker 2: What if, what if, what if?
COWLNECK BLUES
Worker 1:
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ bad,
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ so bad.
Workers 1 & 2:
I’m a dickey without my toggle,
I’m all a piping without my gore.
Workers 1, 2 & 3:
See my sweetheart called on me one day,
I was in my v-neck feelin’ gay.
He kicks up a dickey and then he brays,
Don’t plunge neck me, I’m onto your sneaky keyhole ways.
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ bad,
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ so bad.
I says to him - don’t you hemline me in.
You ain’t nothing but a bias trim.
He got in a gusset— called me Miss Muffet.
And tried to give me the ole bellcuff eyelet.
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ bad,
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ so bad.
Now some may call’im a redneck, a ruffneck,
Though he’s my sweetheart, can’t do what he say.
So I gave him the stir-rup and a big ole pin tuck.
With an ankle length a-line all the way home.
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ bad,
I got the cowlnecks and I’m hurtin’ so bad.
CHAIN STITCH SOUND POETRY
WHY CAN'T I?
Worker 3: Why, why, why can’t I? Why can’t I stop?
PHOEBE'S END
Workers 1 & 3:
PHOEBE in her gown
in her petticoat
Goin’ down to town.
PHOEBE in her too tight boots
Tight smile
About to walk a mile
PHOEBE with her lips too bright
Forehead in a frown
Hobbles down to town
PHOEBE in the bar at noon
Downs a whiskey sour
Been drinkin’ now for hours and hours
Worker 3:
Stick it up your fuckin’ snatch, bitch
Workers 1 & 3:
She teeters, she totters
Totters to the street
She trips she topples
She train tracks
She steel rail racks
Screech train
Shudder tracks
Stale tart
Rooted wench
Topsy stitch
Quit crone quit
Lazy lurch
Teeth turn
Cogs churn
She flail back
She flinch forth
Buckle those knees crone
Tear train tear
She chug
She crash
She crack
She crunch
She Christ!
THE CRONE'S SONG
Worker 3: She one stitch
She two hundred stitch
She three hundred thousand stitch
She four hundred ten thousand stitched herself into an old woman
Worker 1: She stitched herself into a crone
Worker 2: She stitched her breath
She stitched a gasp
Worker 3: She stitched a stifle
Worker 1: She stitched her last…
Worker 2: She stitched her coffin
Worker 1: She stitched her life
Worker 3: She stitched herself out of life
TSK TASK:
Workers 1, 2, &3:
Tsk task tsk task
Keep on track keep on track
Tsk task tsk task
Sew strangers
Stack’em
Stick’em
It’s whacked,
It’s whisk
It’s snip snip snap snap
Busy blur
Dizzy drone
Can’t care no fair
We once we were we once we were
Pant pant skirt skirt
Forget forget forgot forgot
Witness
Birth
Willow Tree
Beneath a willow tree
You share with her
Your ear
“Sleep among clouds
And be
Relieved
Lay down your head on a peppermint patch
Inhale the Earth dancing on your tongue
Drive over a vein and reveal blue water Look out in the storm and fall into the thornbush
Sprawl out on pink asphalt melting through the stars
press your eyes shut the wind has left your face
Lay down your head on a peppermint patch
Inhale the Earth dancing on your tongue
Naked poetry that says what it is A hint of control when none can be found
Thinly veiled line that wants something different Hoping for change that won't come Till it comes
Lay down your head on a peppermint patch
Inhale the Earth dancing on your tongue
Live to be perfect for that someone Always come up short but not to them”
Going Home
I’m going home
From icy rivers
To forests green
Where love delivers
I’m going home
From icy rivers
I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home
From hurt and suffering
To bounds of love
That lifts my chin
I’m going home
From hurt and suffering
I’m going home
I’m going home
And when I go
Where you can’t follow
I’ll leave behind me
My heart and soul
And then you’ll know
I’m out there waiting
And getting ready
When you come home
I’m going home
From icy rivers
To forests green
Where love delivers
I’m going home
From icy rivers
I’m going home
I’m going home
Growth
Tomorrow is an accident that keeps happening
Happening is no accident and leads to tomorrow
Change comes from many happenings together
Cut my dick off
I know I’m not the only time the world made a mistake
But I can’t shake the feeling that this one takes the cake
Instead of being born with correct genitalia
The world decided just to use junk paraphernalia
You look at me and tell me my minds really broke
But I’m not interested in being your sick joke
Some people like to go and say the problem lies within
You had no issue with it when you cut off my foreskin
Cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
I’m getting sick and tired of dealing with this shit
I’m going to cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
The world already fucked me when it failed to make a clit
My body is a temple is a phrase I’m sick of hearing
I’d really like it if you all would stop your interfering
And really all I want to do is take back some control
It just so happens doing that means opening a hole
You say you’re worried for me and that I should really stop
But I’m getting sick and tired of always being top
You might think that I am really an extremist
But hey it’s not like I’m cutting off your penis
Cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
I’m getting sick and tired of dealing with this shit
I’m going to cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
The world already fucked me when it failed to make a clit
Now that I’ve shared my issues and I’ve said my woes are me
I’d really get to fixing it except it costs money
Who would think it costs a lot to give my girl the snip
Apparently the whole goddamn insurance chairmanship
It’s all you motherfuckers who are living in the past
That insist I’ll always have to have at least half mast
And for the people who say that it’s all wrong
You’re the reason that I have to settle for this song
Cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
I’m getting sick and tired of dealing with this shit
I’m going to cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
The world already fucked me when it failed to make a clit
Cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
I’m getting sick and tired of dealing with this shit
I’m going to cut my dick off and fuck myself with it
The world already fucked me when it failed to make a clit
A clit.
Trapped
A man on a train
Gets into my ear
With a cupped hand he probes
“Can I get some head”
I shake out a no
a quiet falsetto
if he sees what I am
will I end up dead?
A long crowded street
A man with his dick out
With a hand wrapped around it
As if there’s no crime
Light makeup today
As I ran out the door
Could that choice betray me
Any day could be the time
Keep your head down
Don’t show your face
Keep your voice down
They’ll all know you’re fake
Always keep an exit route mapped
Or else you might end up trapped
A knife in a basement
Waiting patiently
What once was seemed so harmless
Is now a vignette
I didn’t know
It would happen so soon
I miss it so deeply:
walking under the moon
Keep your head down
Don’t show your face
Keep your voice down
They’ll all know you’re fake
Always keep an exit route mapped
Or else you might end up trapped
A man on every street and every train
A knife in every basement
Normal
I used to pray to be normal
now I pray to remember I always have been
but when I forget
I sit and I pray to be normal again
Whistle Waltz
Whisper a walk pretty darling near me
Each footstep pushes up dirt
Glide off the trail you were told to walk
I promise to be worth the hurt
Pack up your bags pretty darling with me
We’ll go where they all understand
Over the river and through the woods
I promise not to let go of your hand
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
You’ve courage to dance your role
Spinning, spinning, spinning, with the sound
Smile on, these things makes you whole
(Whistle)
Cabin a song pretty darling to me
The one that you sing on one knee
Ask me to be the one right here with you
I promise that’s right where I’ll be
Flower your hair pretty darling for me
I’ll flower mine up for you too
Let’s walk up together, then down to forever
I promise to go there with you
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
You’ve courage to dance your role
Spinning, spinning, spinning, with the sound
Smile on, these things makes you whole
(Whistle)
Pretty darling, side-by-side we sit
You say to me with the kindest eyes moonlit
“Whatever I want well I get
so you know now, sweetness, you’re it”
Coming, coming, coming, coming round
You’ve courage to dance your role
Spinning, spinning, spinning, with the sound
Smile on, these things makes you whole
Her Humming
Is this album ego bullshit?
Let’s not talk in metaphors flung all over the page
the truth is sometimes that things suck in every single stage
I’m exhausted, every single thing can bring out pain and fear
the wrong word in conversation or bad light above a mirror
I accept I have some issues that can knock me out of place
and they’re more severe than sadness or a frown upon my face
Instead they take a cut of every single fucking day
I’m holding myself hostage in an isolating space
My problems can’t control me
Although they sure do try
I’m the one in charge of them
I won’t listen to the lies
My problems can’t control me
I’ve got way too much to do
I’m going on and healing up
I refuse to stay so blue
The world is full of people who all try to be enough
and the fastest way to do that is to pull the ladder up
Life is rarely long enough to see the long way through
but pulling up the ladder means the future can’t come too
I accept we have some issues that can knock us out of place
and they’re more severe than sadness or the frown on every face
Instead they take a cut of every single fucking day
we’re holding ourselves hostage in an isolating space
Our problems can’t control us
Although they sure do try
We’re the one in charge of them
Please don’t listen to the lies
Our problems can’t control us
we’ve got way too much to do
we’re going on and healing up
Refuse to stay so blue
Maybe
Witness
Hypothetical Timelines drifting through the mirror
Potential comes to nothing without an open ear
Standing on a precipice the cusp of something more
Try to trick the portal to reveal a door
Time is money you break it you buy it
The compass points nowhere so you don’t go
The yellow ghost drags you to an elderberry graveyard
The cloud and clock are cousins that you can’t outgrow
Oh witness me I’ve been so long at sea
And I’m landing on a shoreline from a dream
If I’m not seen then what’s it even mean
Am I lost adrift just inches from the edge?
Faces in the bedframe watching budding love
Phantoms feed from farflung fears dancing up above
Die a thousand deaths and be born a thousand times
You will know the answer when you see the rhymes
The horizon whistles when you pick a pack of thistles
The oranges are a warning that the stems do prick
They turn to red as the sun goes to bed
And the thistle prickle drips a little blood
Oh witness me I’ve been so long at sea
And I’m landing on a shoreline from a dream
If I’m not seen then what’s it even mean
Am I lost adrift just inches from the edge?
Look across the breaking waves a kaleidoscopic scene
Lungs fill up with one last breath, all futures are unseen
The splash is loud, the water’s warm, a destiny complete
life on board, like all the past, is rendered obsolete
Chase away the ghost now it’s been diagnosed
Let the compass point nowhere and yet you go
The boat stays afloat while you swim to the coast
and Moonlight’s sight signals you were right
Witness Me
Witness Me
Witness Me
I’m never going back
Alone
Cinnamon leads to the raining of wax
Cages run three layers deep
Skeletons grow into bounds of green grass
Silence is never eternal
Window shades make private practice
Colorful cores in a mug
Humming the same tune as everyone else
The crackle of connection abuzz
Stillness is broken by thought
Carving a used to be tree
The timekeeper keeps
The visitors speak
Alone doesn’t mean a whole lot.
Silence