1. |
AmEx
04:18
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I'm an American.
I want you to feel my Excellence.
This body feels alien.
Pump me full of estrogen.
I caught your hand in the honeypot.
I caught your hand in the cookie jar.
I want you to grab my pussy raw.
I want you to fuck me raw.
Let in the caravan!
I'm on PrEP!
American Exceptionalism.
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2. |
Safe as Houses
02:11
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I have a body;
no place to call my home.
Come on, baby, live in these 4 walls.
You’ll never suck the marrow from my bones.
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3. |
Pop
02:43
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You’re like a ghost.
You only love me when I’m swollen.
You only love me when I’m swollen, baby.
You only love me.
You only love.
You only love me when you’re swollen, baby.
Piss on everything that I love.
You piss on everything that I love.
You piss on everything.
& then you pop me open.
Pop me open.
Pop!
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4. |
Pinkwash 'n' Set!
01:29
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Re-radicalize. Redirect. Weaponize. Self-defense.
Don’t give a fuck about your politics.
Just stay the fuck out of our pit.
Just ‘cause you’re a faggot, don’t mean you ain’t a white nationalist.
Here for Nazi blood, not your Limp Wrist.
We’ll take your rage, weaponize it.
Nothing radical about sucking dick.
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5. |
Denim
01:30
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My lesbian jacket.
Boys-size medium.
My lesbian jacket is from middle school.
My lesbian jacket still makes me feel cool.
My lesbian jacket makes all the chicks drool.
My lesbian jacket she’s from middle school.
My lesbian jacket.
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6. |
Cry Me a River
03:51
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7. |
Boy Problems
04:07
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8. |
Hogtied
01:56
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Don't tell me to get off your rocks;
I wanna see identification.
You wanna see my head split;
I wanna be compensated
Filthy white, don't piss in my troth;
We wanna be liberated.
Don't tell me to get off your rocks;
Cruise, jack you off: we made this.
Hogtie my naked body.
Hogtie my naked body, baby.
Carry me off the beach.
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9. |
le Sexual
02:08
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There is no sexual relation.
There is Ø.
Welcome to the „dark continent“ (2).
« [I]l n’y a pas de rapport sexuel. » (3)
« La femme n’ex-siste pas. » (4)
Also come into my cunt.
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(1) « C’est peut-être une certaine bizarrerie de ma part que de parler du ‹ sexual › et pas du sexuel, mais c’est pour bien marquer cette opposition et cette originalité freudienne du concept. » Laplanche, Jean. 2014. « Le genre, le sexe, le sexual » dans Sexual. La sexualité élargie au sens freudien. Sous la direction de Laplanche, Jean. France: Presses Universitaires de France. 154-155, voir aussi notes 2, 3 et 4.
(2) „Wir brauchen uns der Differenz nicht zu schämen; ist doch auch das Geschlechtsleben des erwachsenen Weibes ein dark continent für die Psychologie.“ Freud, Sigmund. 1926. Die Frage der Laienanalyse. Leipzig, Wien, Zürich: Internationaler Psychoanalytischer Verlag. 55.
(3) Lacan, Jacques. 1991. Le Séminaire, livre XVII: L'Envers de la psychanalyse. Paris: Éditions du Seuil. 134.
(4) Lacan, Jacques. 1974. Télévision. Repris dans Lacan, Jacques. 2001. Autres écrits. Paris: Le Seuil. 537. Cf. « le sexe corporel, le sexe de la femme — j’ai dit de la femme, alors que, justement il n’y en a pas, il n’y a pas La femme, la femme n’est ‹ pas toute › — le sexe de la femme ne lui dit rien si ce n’est par l’intermédiaire de la jouissance du corps. » Lacan, Jacques. 1975. Le Séminaire, Livre XX: Encore. Texte établi par Jacques-Alain Miller. Paris: Éditions du Seuil. 14.
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10. |
Red
03:53
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a vision in violet / adorned with violets
spread across your bed / gush a little death
currents too violent / waveforms too violent
I drown (swim) in your red / I drown in your red
heartbeats downed out in silence / heartbeats drowned out silence
throbbin', makin' you wet / throbbin', makin' me wet
with a crown on your head / with your crown ‘round my neck
made of torn ligaments / you take my breath
Baby,
we’ll lick each other's wounds;
you'll leave me bruis’d...
a vision in violet
gush a little death
waveforms too violent
I drown in your red.
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11. |
Fuck You, Pay Me
03:55
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Let me piss in a
I’ll be your cup
Overflow
I’m over blown
I trade for a place to sleep
You trade me for to eat
Climb into your bed
Comfort her
Lay me on my back
Drink me through my lights out
Macerate my skull
And I float
Never give a fuck; always charge
I’m safe as houses
Fuck You, Pay Me
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12. |
Whale Fall
07:01
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Falling down, down, down.
& I’m falling down, down, down.
Falling down, down, down.
& I’m falling down, down, down.
& I’m falling down.
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Deadname New York
Deadname is a bunch of nerdy queers from NY. Formed in 2016 in Brooklyn as an electropunk duo, we traded our electronics for
a human rhythm section and mutated into something else.
Deadname is:
Benjamin - vox, keys, lyrics, art
Chris - guitars, vox
Jaime - drums, backing vox
Liz - bass, vox
... more
Deadname recommends:
Liz put us onto this - absolutely brutal, anthemic digigrind, with some of the best sound curation on a metal record you'll hear. "Nothing" even has a super-catchy bit of Static-X in the hook. DIG IT
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