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Bin Day
04:03
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Please don't forget that it's your bin day
Your neighbours rarely remember
They probably feel far away
It's time to believe that the mess that you will leave
Will be less than the mess that you have left
Please don't forget that on your bin day
Nothing ever really gets thrown away
Yet some of the things that greet us
Should be nothing but detritus
So grab a plastic bag with me and say....
Chuck out shit men!
If you feel forced to fight or fortify
Against folk who poke age old lies like binaries
then I've got news for you
If you wish for simpler times gone by
When those sacred roles were stratified
Well, let me tell you that
Your reactionary core
And the armour that you've worn
Have been made by people worse than you
to excuse the things they do
but the truth is...
pieces of us all are freed with its fall
Find yourself a new disguise
You've been hiding in plain sight
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There are Dozens of Us!
04:07
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You live in a world where I don't exist
and in another time I might have too.
It's a part of me that could have been easily missed
by myself, never mind you.
But don't tell me I'm confused when you're the one that seems to be
I know the truth about myself and you think that would set me free
but these are things I think and know
that you erase to maintain a world that is just so
Do I undermine your solid gender roles?
Or are we all just assortments of holes?
Well, maybe some of this comes from what you haven't seen
when the world plays it's part as well
because there's so few who have come clean
it feels like I'm alone in this solipsistic hell.
Well, maybe I don't fit in with the image you have of me
and the way I am is not the way you think I ought to be
but I can still love, I can still get what I need
and your assumptions cut me, and I still bleed.
Do I undermine your solid gender roles?
Or are we all just assortments of holes?
There's a thousand ways I've been belittled -
cut off, suppressed, denied, ignored;
contradicted, disappointed, insulted or deplored.
How can I just pick one?
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Obscene
03:00
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Is it not just obscene
That you can say what I mean?
You can say what I mean
and it's probably obscene.
So let's measure out the moments
Like grams on small scales
Let's measure out the moments
all those wasted ways we've failed
Bound to me and every word I say
Is the ability to pick stacks of hay
but bound to you and your practiced hand
are those parts of me I cannot plan
Bound to me and every word I say
Is the ability to pick stacks of hay
but bound to you and your practiced hand
are those parts of me
That ache for an answer
perhaps you do too
perhaps anchors are answers
perhaps I'll ask you
to give me more of the days that felt like nothing
that nothing will feel like again
lock me with more of those looks
place my page into one of your books
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Tavistock Square
03:40
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By the railings which were taken to provide for the war
lies a stone flecked with fungus laid open to the floor
inscribed with a tribute to those around the world
who refused to do for death
and Gandhi sits upon a marble plinth, his pose alluring
I think of those we learn to love
I think of Alan Turing
as the trees for Hiroshima's dead
spread dark shelter overhead
Oh, Virginia,
what a place to sell your scraps
and though you did not know it
it could not feel more apt
that you should seek to redefine
the way we see the mind
in this place of dissonant design
In the heat, on a sweet, soft September day
I had spoke, in the smoke, to road-addled lads
about Bethnal Green girls who had hoped for a better world
who had walked into war like they knew what it was for
And as I read I realised
that in July 2005
a young mans set a fuse alight
and those around him died
Oh, Virginia
If you could have seen all this
Your prose would flow lightly
and be crammed with pith
as few have exposed the way we wound our own
like you and those you were with
Because I reserve the right to refuse to kill
and I reserve the right to empathise with those who will
because horror begets horror
and peace corresponds
to attempts at understanding
not plinths or bombs
so the next time you see me in Tavistock Square
please help me look for the peace that I found there.
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