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Celtic Queer
02:09
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I am a broken man,
Who’s foreign and is also trans,
And I do not stand a chance,
Yet still I’ve gratitude.
Alongside me, they all do stand,
The radical queers lend a hand,
And in this moment I can dance,
I’m broken, still I do.
I am a broken man,
And yet I’m here and I still dance,
Will you come and take my hand,
For you are broken too.
If we learn to love again,
To love again, all of us friends,
If we join and take our hands,
We’ll grow our gratitude.
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2. |
Petunia
04:00
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The most ideal flower is ‘he loves me not’,
A perfectly plucked even, keeping sacred that I’m odd,
Subtle serendipitous sign,
Whispers you are divine,
And you can pluck off,
if you think that is fate.
Finally, anomaly: A flower breaking the cliche,
Not for love, or your vase: growing wild and untamed,
PLOT TWIST: The sun basks in me!
From all I’m radiating,
And you can pluck off,
If you think, you can take.
I don’t need no,
Over-precious tender,
I will grow on my own,
Until I return to senders,
He loves me, he loves me,
He loves me, He loves me,
He loves me not,
A perfectly plucked even, keeping sacred that I’m odd.
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3. |
Kutesugi
04:58
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Smiles are bravery if you look like me,
I forget ‘til I walk outside that I'm an oddity.
A vessel so special it causes some jealousy
They shatter me to pieces,
But I'm put ‘em back like kintsugi
Hey Medusa,
What's with the glare?
It's so confusing,
‘cause I'm the one with wicked hair.
You're a snake if like to charm,
And you'd be so alarmed,
How I could love you after all you dared
It takes bravery to smile if you look like me.
Chin high, eyes wide, that's all I desire to be.
You dare shove in between me and my discoveries,
The innocent life I lead all because you're boring.
Yes you are so boring!
Why, why do you stare at me? Try to turn me to stone?
I am not a painting you can hang inside your home.
Inside me is bones, outside me is flesh,
You can keep on staring:
It’s the best that you go’ get
Dear, dear my Medusa,
We are not so far estranged,
Inside us are feelings that are so hard to contain.
I want you to know, inside you there’s home.
Inside of you it’s hiding,
Better seek to try to find it, try to rid yourself of lying,
There’s no escaping the truth.
It’s what you gotta to do.
Don’t be a new pollution; we need a revolution.
And ‘The revolution will not be televised’
You won’t see it on the boob tube, but we got real titties,
Let’s get it.
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4. |
Unarticulate
05:13
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Articulation don’t come to me.
They say I’m crazy I’m just groovin’
I keep my thoughts safe in my head.
‘Cuz when I share them, they say that you’re better off dead.
Killing time,
killing time,
I’m killing time,
It’s the killing time/ all around me
Oh when the saints,
All go insane,
Become street angels on parade.
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In the alien nation of communication
You immerse, in a frequent fluttering universe
Where smiles are dispersed and dispensed equitably
The color of the jibber and jabber, gassify the matter
joIts of inspiration, win the brain’s attention
Seek connect, just can tap in
Dial up, request
And no rejection feels like painful disconnection rather,
Encore matter grateful for a glittering glimpse
It’s quite like a painting in motion,
Everyone is stuck in the flow state,
With respect they don their blinders,
But there be room for spontaneity,
An opt in edition, if you cross vision,
And if the chemical compatative compassion lives,
In that instant of raw intrinsic,
Ornate fate, probability whence to relate,
And pass moments synchronistically, without time linear
Gravity come and go as you please,
But time, certainly our taboo.
Exist-co-create
A collective comprised by unique living spirits,
No individuals, no longer divided,
Colliding into scope
Tessellated colors and shapes,
that swim in space with one another
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6. |
Table 4 Won
05:14
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I’m sure I’m okay to be unheard,
Figure it absurd,
But I'm coming in loud and clear to me.
It’s a pity there’s no room at this table,
But I get to think for free,
Craft my own best recipe.
If you won’t have me; that’s fine
I’ve got me, and my own mind
If you won’t have me that’s cool,
If I contradict myself, it’s ‘cause I contain multitudes.
Loneliness is a peculiar thing,
When I’ve got me, I’m my own best company.
I’m so happy to be alone;
I’m a safe little gremlin in my hole,
Bobbin’ in the waves of emotion: push and pull
If you won’t have me; that’s fine
I’ve got me, and my own mind
If you won’t have me that’s cool,
If I contradict myself, it’s ‘cause I contain multitudes.
I’m here to have some fun,
Ain’t trying to hurt no one: it’s inevitable.
The sickness behind the frown,
Persons letting themselves down,
You reap what you sow
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7. |
LaLa
01:54
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8. |
Don't Mockingbird
05:00
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Mockingbird, fly away from me,
Stop singing your songs of lonely,
Mockingbird, more like parrot,
You sing thoughtless things you’ve heard other said.
Soaring, scrutinous,
You fly like Icarus,
I hope the sun does best,
Melt you down to the ground, so you can be more like us.
When at first I learned to fly,
I thought limitless, they said, was the sky.
But where above, does that sun gently burn?
And humble us down back to the earth.
Soaring, scrutinous,
I too flew Air Icarus,
And you know the sun did best,
Melt me down to the ground, so I could be more like us.
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9. |
My Body is Christ
01:06
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My body is christ, and it makes me feel so nice.
To live in, to live in, to live in me!
Divinity so sacred it sets my soul free.
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10. |
Omnonscient
05:30
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It’s not right, but it also ain’t wrong.
That’s why I’ll sit here and craft these unheard songs.
I’m not so egoist to say I belong.
One day I’m here and the next day I’m gone.
Isn’t it funny how we’ve envisioned gods,
Yet we it omnisciently drafting and scraping laws,
My chords bleed ‘til fatigue from ridiculing flaws,
Living in a world of voices not songs.
Glued to objects you pray with,
You turn predatory; now you’re the one preying.
What gives you the audacity, your superior beliefs?
Now you’re qualified saving.
I won’t have that.
To you I turn my back, while you turn your cheek.
If it gets in the way of your free thinking,
And jades your humanity;
It’s time to let go.
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11. |
Cult of Information
01:15
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Cult of information, you got me feeling, and doing, and saying shit…
Cult of information blacken out the gray,
They summon the white saviors: two by two they come.
Cult of information I have ditched my praying,
I don’t need no amen: I just need some love
Cult of information, where’s the inspiration?
Lacks all liberation: terror on the tongue.
Cult of information, what is it I’m craving?
Lost all my sensation: I am going numb.
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12. |
Yeah Righteous
04:44
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I think I’m right, all of the time…
How silly is that?
Don’t you agree, we all know nothing?
Or may at least, we would be better like that
Boogie, boogie where you go:
That's all you need to know!
‘Cuz knowing, can keep us from growing.
And showing, just feels like bravado.
Facts often change, yet the history remains…
And that’s when the gray turns to blood.
Give me right, as in now…
Stop your fighting and pouting,
Let our actions be loud our words be gibberish.
Figgy had a piggy, who then lit himself a ciggy,
turned around and did a jiggy dropped it down low:
That’s all you need to know.
Knowledge is impêrmanent,
What you know you will forget,
That’s okay because you are not just what you know.
When rediscovering,
It’s so rejuvenating,
Feels like the first time and you know just what I mean.
I’m not knowing,
Literally everyday I just wake up and I don’t know what the fuck’s going on,
And it doesn't really matter.
Each day I step into the river and the next I come out a new man.
So what’s the plan? Why the agenda? Why the schedules?
Why the endless, I don’t even know.
Not bash a routine, that makes me feel serene/
It’s like gardening; it keeps growing and cultivating.
I think you know what I mean. It's reason, gone wrong.
I’m not knowing,
Well at least I’m trying not to be so knowing anymore.
But it doesn’t stop me from being hungry for knowledge,
‘Cuz I’m greedy in that way,
But that’s okay, as long as I say
“Hey, you know what? Actually I probably don’t know all that much
And tomorrow it’s gonna be different, and that’s kinda scary,
But I can deal with all the scary, hairy feelings; and learn to love them
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13. |
Mock Organ Bop
00:39
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14. |
Beetle Bye
04:06
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Well thank you to coming to Fern Enley, Fougère’s, ‘Anti Rhythm’ album.
It’s been clown, it’s been chaos, it’s been authenticity.
And these credits are brought to you in full by a beautiful ass beetle that I found in le bois, la foret, oui allez!
And this scattlin’ scuttlin’ buddy is just takin’ one step- a- two step, falling, over, leaves/
And then they keep on ‘a goin’
Allez, Allez a la foret
Nous nous balladons,
Nous pouvons jouer, nous pouvons jouer,
Ça c'est le seul chemin.
Well I gotta thank and honor that little morceaux to my fabulous Queen Anotine;
For mixing and masterfully, master-ering my beautiful anti-rhythm album.
And of course I best a’ oughta thank, the weird and wonderful mecca that is:
GZ Grrnd Zéro kids, yes.
WIthout out the resources and tools I would be just more of a fool, a fou
Yet here I am, making sounds, to deliver to you.
Well I gotta thank every flinkin, flankin flukin, one of ya’s for taking your ear holes, and your mind brains to consumerize the things that I have taken time to realize and re-realize and re-realize.
Well I’m done bab-alab-alin’,
This has been a beetle bug goodbye,
Don’t forget to look up at the sky,
Because no matter what it gives you it is here for you.
It is a constant,
Let’s be constant, constellations, lighting up for one another.
And on our chaotic and most storm ridden days, let’s keep being brave,
Keep turning up for each other/
Turning that wind into surf, baby yeah.
(following lyrics copyright to ‘out of the box’)
So long, farewell to you my friends,
Goodbye for now, until we meet again.
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Fern Enley Cleveland, Ohio
Fern Enley (he/they) is a quirky artist from Cleveland Ohio. Vagabond from time to time, anticapitalist community activist,
and educator of free thought and music.
genres:
-couldn't tell a lie
-ex catholic
-reject theatre kid
-storytelling, with no story line
-mostly pulling weird faces
-fuck his mouth is hugee
-cry away the trauma
-laugh it off too
... more
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