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Eastern Junk Dancing
02:31
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Stand down your princes
Post all your prices
Paint your lips red
And let’s get to the choices
Boys will be boys
With their glamour and poise
We came for the party
We stayed for the noises
Don’t need reasons just
Eastern Junk Dancing
Soft to the touch,
Baby, just take your time
It’s not medicine, just juniper permission
My Margaret Thatcher of the Lower East Side
The mist of the morning
This town is a warning
You’re shaking your tits
While the world is burning
Won’t come with me
Won’t cum for me
Come be a bitch with me
In New York City
Don’t need reasons just
Eastern Junk Dancing
Soft to the touch,
Baby, just take your time
It’s not medicine, just juniper permission
My Margaret Thatcher of the Lower East Side
Keeping her counsel
With the queens in the corner
She talks and she talks
But the boys never warn her
She leaves them wanting
But wanting is needing
Down comes the curtain
It’s gorgeous but we’re leaving
Don’t need reasons just
Eastern Junk Dancing
Soft to the touch,
Baby, just take your time
It’s not medicine, just juniper permission
My Margaret Thatcher of the Lower East Side
Don’t need reasons when
Eastern Junk Dancing
Soft to the touch,
Baby, just take your time
It’s not medicine, just juniper permission
My Margaret Thatcher of the Lower East Side
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As Hungry As Bodies Come
03:25
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Snapped herself a photograph
You can see that she’s pleased
She’s got American ways
To deal with these American things
She learned her beauty, as you do
While holding her phone
She learned how to drink and drive alone
When your vision blurs you best know someone
Then at sixteen she got a car from dad
Drove it through town with that phone in her hand
She knew she worked hard for what she had
Better move soon to hang these photographs
You over there are as hungry as bodies come
Danger Baby, they would say
Had thrived in the scene
But complicated changes bring these complications
Judy was her name and now it’s just his dream
Out in a room with concerned citizens
Looking at you, you see they’re looking at him
Doctor, doctor, where you been
There’s too many kids for the shape that we’re in
You over there are as hungry as bodies come
You over there are as hungry as bodies come
Let’s agree on just this one thing -- they weren’t there for her and they won’t be there for you or me
The blood of Christ is like the blood by that tree
Grown from the boys the cops kill in the street
Take this bread as the body and admire what we’ve done
From a distance if you must
You over there are as hungry as bodies come
You over there are as hungry as bodies come
You over there are as hungry as bodies come
You over there are as hungry as bodies come
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God Save the Scene
04:30
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Made for the streets and feeling pleased again
Take a page and turn it towards the end of the world
No traffic in Nebraska seems to me just fine
If not, I have these visions of the end of time
Omaha is quiet on this Tuesday night
We could move our love to someplace nice like this
God save the scene
God save the scene
You and I are citizens
Let’s reduce our serotonin intake
He came here for the food, but he stayed for the cancer
He came for the clean linens, but they’re no solution
Needles and things, mom’s quiet straightening
Burdened by madness, it’s just family history
This hospital is secular, not burdened by Jesus
He’s holding a rosary, but he ignored both of his kids
God save the scene
God save the scene
You and I are citizens
Let’s reduce our serotonin intake
I’m happy with this turnout, I think it turned out fine
I'll be happy with the turnout if we make it out alive
This hallowed ground is under water now
I came to please my baby, I let my baby down
Shuffled over bridges bringing me to you
Leaving from these places, shaking from the booze
The people at these parties don’t look so good
The medicine is out, the daylight is breaking as it should
The people at these parties slap me on the back
They slap me in the mouth and ride the needle tracks
The people at these parties creeping up to me
There you go again with family history
You and I are citizens
Let’s reduce our serotonin intake
Rip me from this medicine
Let’s reduce our serotonin intake
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Naked Heart (Missy)
04:06
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Missy sang his six songs
Somewhere down in Denver
He sang the same six songs
The ones he will sing forever
And his eyes they saw all the people
While the people stared - stared at the light
The messiah showed us his bruises
He said, “God is no friend of mine”
Missy played alone on an old
Electric piano
Let us all bear witness
It changes in our naked heart
You can love him or leave him
But your love isn’t needed
He just wants his freedom
He’s not eager to please
So I followed the love down to New Orleans
A man in a long black coat
I am not sure I am welcome in Mississippi
But I am sure hat boy from the church didn’t know
Wearing boots, and chipped red nail polish
I had one inexpensive ring
Every time when I think about Missy
I think, “That’s how a queer bitch outta sing.”
Missy played alone on an old
Electric piano
Let us all bear witness
It changes in our naked heart
You can love him or leave him
Your love isn’t needed
He just wants his freedom
He’s not eager to please
The people or the persons in the audience
Maniacs with hoods and things
Who’ll hurt the things they’re scared of
So he played
So I think of Father Missy
While I’m reflecting on the fires of Sodom
Whatever happened to him? Our Missy?
Maybe Isaac grew up and moved to Colorado
Missy played alone on an old
Electric piano
Let us all bear witness
It changes in our naked heart
You can love him or leave him
Your love isn’t needed
He just wants his freedom
He’s not eager to please
Come down from the mountain
I have spoken
I am welcome in this kingdom
And there will be a reckoning
Look at my marvelous set of circumstances
Snorting blood through a dollar bill
While the people snap their photographs
Fuck them
Oh, ain’t that God’s way
Baby, I’m here to stay
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6. |
Ain't a Weekend
06:17
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What does it mean to me?
What does it mean to me?
That I’m missing you
Sitting alone in a booth
Penning some thoughts for the room
Look at how they glow
I’ve got my hands too full with you
And I guess
Berlin stayed with me
So am I what you need?
Strung out and sleeping
It ain’t a weekend for me
Ain’t a weekend for me
I’m not Janis
And I’m not Lou Reed
Adderall keeps me alive
After a difficult night
I wrote a song for you
The poets have all been amused
But the poetry’s all been abused
This is New York now
The scene is all for show
But I guess
The city stayed with me
But am I what you need
Strung out and sleeping
It ain’t a weekend for me
It ain’t a weekend for me
And I thought we might travel
Instead we sleep it off
And we wake up alone
It ain’t a weekend for me
It ain’t a weekend for me
It ain’t a weekend for me
It ain’t a weekend for me
Thank you everybody for coming out tonight. I hope you’ve had a fabulous time, and that you’ve adjusted your tastes appropriately. I’ve always said it, you need to be a steely bitch to surive in this goddamn city. So to all of the boys and to all of the girls out there -- keep painting your fucking nails. Keep screaming. And never stop dancing. We have to go now, but remember: always wear purple to the party. Goodnight. I love you.
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Seán Barna Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Seán Barna is a viscerally outspoken queer artist and performer, embedded in the tradition of fearless queer storytelling. His second LP and Kill Rock Stars debut, An Evening at Macri Park. is a character study of the dimly-lit Brooklyn queer bar, Macri Park, and the creatures who thrive within its walls. ... more
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