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Therapy
03:24
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Commercialize me / search me / digital world
I live my life online – leave me a message
A stranger wishes me good night
She now has become my closest, my best friend
She lights up a candle for me
And for everyone else who got lost in the cellar
Go browse my insecurity
I need more than just a little prayer
The monster is gone
Still a therapy is needed here
These angry wounds have got heal
A therapy is needed here
This rotten world seems deadly real
We all know what is left to weep about
Brainless machines in this land of disorder
And all those orphans with no hope
Fight their war against instability
I can’t find a candle for me
And for everyone else who got lost in the cellar
What is so holy about war?
You owe me an answer, fortune-teller!
You waited so long now the monster is gone
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The Master’s Tools (Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House)*
Catch me, snatch me
My house’s not my house
Devotion’s not enough
Big cars roll past and you let me know that
You come in thousands
We’ve come to squat, corrupt the plot
No shame – no glory
We party hard, with lots of shots
Like it’s our space, but it’s not
Feed me your version
Phony dreams of freedom
While the paint peels off the wall
The frames, the paintings, I see them fall
Feed me your version
Phony dreams of justice
My mother’s voice keeps calling me
Nostalgia carries me to sea
Of all the places one can go
You make this yours, with all your might
We buy and sell with pride
A silent memorial of loss
It’s win or lose, it’s pitch-and-toss
You bury my house, you bury me
The storm piles up behind the house, you’ll see
And once it hits her, she’ll be with me
My house’s left empty and cold
It once hosted all my stories, untold
Gold diggers make the bargain of the year
While I occupy, not without fear
The storm piles up behind the house
Our rage’s approaching fast
Don’t take flight – challenge the stories that are deemed right
No necessity to – compromise, marginalize, rationalize, generalize
*„The Master’s Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House“ ist ein Zitat von Audre Lorde (1934 – 1992), US-amerikanische Dichterin, Professorin und Aktivistin.
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Hell No!
04:34
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Whistling, starring, shouting out
Grabbing, grinning, drunk and loud
I’m sick of it to tell the truth
We’ll take the streets and so do you
Don’t blame the victim, fight the norm
Resist the homophobic, sexist storm
You act so clueless, how could you know?
Well, listen up: “No means No”
Hell No! “Maybe” means no “No!”
Not sure? “Don’t know” means “No!”
They call us bitch, ho, slut and dyke
And we say Grrrls and Queers Unite
We’re moving fast with more than one voice
Let’s shout “Our Body, Our Choice”
To everyone: Stop feeding my shame
Deconstruct the male gaze, you’re part of the game
It’s not fair to be told: “just stay strong”
Don’t tell me what is right or wrong
Do not preach what I should do
Teach the boys I’m no one’s fool
I’m jazz and soul and rock’n’roll
And hey guess what “No means No”
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God Pays No Bills
06:11
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There seems to be a storm on the horizon
Yet you offer me a ride to dive right into my very own
instant salvation over night
I could need some distraction
Some compensation for my
Constant headaches and worries
Just one peaceful and silent night
You see the light on the horizon it glares
I’m more than tempted to see
The horizon and what it offers to me
You see the light on the horizon it drags me
Into a lullaby state of mind
The promise land looms far over the hills
But I’m afraid God pays no bills
I’m trying to consume the sweet perfume
I seem to be immune to winding up in your comfort zone
I’m learning to consume my identity
I’m learning to construct my identity
I’m learning to sell my identity
I am learning to be me
I don’t need much excitement
Just a handful of luck
Yet luck comes in small doses
To leave the system intact
If we ignore the instructions
If we don’t follow the rules
I’ll say a thousand Hail Marys
Mission accomplished: I’m a weak-headed tool.
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Farewell
04:54
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Would you know my…
Would you refuse to know my name?
Would you be so cruel to me?
I must have forgotten that you
Taught me how to cry
A lesson learned for life
A burden hard to bear
But as you see it’s not gonna make me kneel
This is my last damn try
To get rid of all those lies
Let me live, let me breathe
I feel like stuck in moods of ancient times
Before I learned to face down the demon in you
Would you know my…
Would you refuse to know my name?
Would you be so cruel to me?
Fed up with stories of your perfect life
I was blinded by the light
When rain turns into harmful storms
Then the time has come to pack up your shit and go
This is my last damn try
To get rid of all those lies
Let me live, let me breathe
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