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Housework
04:02
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LYRICS
Father figure - as in in the space of my father.
The space father is left in double beds after leaving to become martyrs, fathers who left their record collections under stairs, unaware that they would remain there for years after - but didn’t think about it do they, don’t think about causing pain or getting up in your face, up in your. They don't think about it do they, think about causing pain, or getting up in your face. Up in your-
When was the last time you called your lover up and said they kept you grounded or found some strengthen that the fact that deadbeat dad would now be so astounded at how you like to draw your own lines cause mine, he’s gonna be real shocked to find me.
When I’m 6 foot tall on his television screen with my lover and my sisters and a turner prize and a grammy, and a 15 minute thank you speech to a self-selected family like we out grew you, starting to feel like we never knew you.
You gave me chips on my shoulder, but I carved them into sculptures. We burnt down the dinner table you demanded we all sit at, and instead screamed and clapped until our lungs collapsed, we had beasts on our backs and they were so hard to kill - and through the laughter comes the tears and then them stories start to spell and aren’t they always the same.
Arent they always the same.
So this one is for us, this one’s for us, this one’s for you
I hear your voice start to waiver, and I stand proudly with you.
You deserve love letters and you’d fit any glass shoe.
This one’s for my friends who stood on the edges of cliffs with me for the ones who waited patiently in doctors surgeries, allow us please to redefine our family.
Tell me who you turn to, cause I’ll burn down the house of the man that hurt you! We turn our backs to those who say we should be grateful we were made strong, because we were built out of iron scaffold before any of that lot came along.
We had to be structures, churches, houses that were hurting. We cleaned all wounds in darkened rooms and said don’t watch me while I’m learning so my dad told me to be strong he said survival of the fittest. Old school mentality, proper working-class British, but he built families on foundations he knew any minute would later be missing.
Well this is my path. This is my house. These are my bricks. This is my ground
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Fist
04:49
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LYRICS
Wanting to be perfect for you, thinking about the weight of you.
Wanting to be perfect for you, drink the sweat of you.
Your tongue, your lips, your fingers, your fist.
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VIOLENCE
02:38
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LYRICS
It’s 4am and it’s dark and I’m still
I’m still coming up or going home or
Ya know
and I’m walking thru
Through Dalston or Deptford or
Anyway I’ve been walking
Break
No coat no jacket
And that’s when I feel you
Feel you before I see you
Coming up behind me
I hear the dragging of your knuckles
I hear your slurring on your jaw
I hear you say
You don’t wanna see this shit anymore
You say you can’t escape it
You say think of the kids
Think of all the little children who would be better off dead
than like me
Like us
Rather be dead then see
This abomination
I sense this frustration
And your pace start to quicken
as you try to hunt me down
Well
Let’s just see how that works out
Id like to make something clear that
I do not dedicate my time to trying to legitimise our identities
I am not here to convince anyone that we deserve to exist
I am here to encourage violence
You fucking with the wrong one
You thought you could try me
Dead name on my ID so good luck trying to find me
I encourage violence
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Liv Wynter London, UK
Liv Wynter is a trans and working class artist. Their sellout night, How To Catch A Pig, is a night of creatives who organise against the state with a focus of queer/trans performers. Their band press.release, + DJ/MC double act Dance Mums are residents. They spent 2022 touring stadiums and festivals with Queer House Party and being banned from the Southbank Centre for decapitating the queen. ... more
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