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Sweet Androgyny
02:22
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Enby Baby come and join me, and we'll live in sweet androgyny
And we'll crush the transmisogyny that we meet.
And we'll forget our past behaviours,
and we'll wear stupid trainers.
We'll get funny looks from strangers on the street.
We never learned about it at school,
Heads down, just trying to act cool,
Nobody ever told us that those rules
were made to be broken.
We never talk about it at work,
But let's come in in our skirts
And tights, or shirts and ties
And tell those guys
How we wanna be spoken to!
Enby! Be who you wanna be
Get fucked, gendered society!
We left them behind,
they aint ever gonna change their minds.
Enby! Be who you want to be.
Enby! Speak how you want to speak.
Enby! Be seen how you wanna be seen.
Enby! Just do what you wanna do.
Enby! Unlearn all those lessons, live in second adolescence
We were never really present for it the first time.
But now we're ready to loud, and we're ready to stick out
Aint no one gonna call us out for it this time.
But they're never gonna ask us, so I guess we'll just have to
Nail our colours to the mast for everyone to see.
And sometimes we'll get lazy, we won't shave or maybe
look more like a man or a lady, but that's okay!
Because it's our identity and
no one has the right to disbelieve.
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2. |
Mac & Cheese
02:00
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Sunny days remind me of you,
Free time in the early afternoon,
Slush Puppy made your tongue turn blue
and The Simpsons was on BBC2.
Summer days, it was 30 degrees in the shade,
Walk home with your jumper round your waste,
Knees green from grass stains
and you weren't afraid
that it would never rain again.
You were busy living in the privilege,
A suburban working-class white kid.
You were never taught to question it,
Assigned male at birth and you just went with it.
Didn't have to put food on the table,
just batteries in your Gameboy.
You never thought about not being a boy,
you were happy with your Happy Meal toy.
It was 6 O'clock on your sofa,
Schoolday had you in a coma
and you weren't gonna do your homework,
all you had to do was watch Bart & Homer
back in the golden age
you could talk for days about the games you played.
You had a memory card full of saves
and the energy to waste, but nowadays...
All I wanna eat is Mac & Cheese,
All I wanna be is fast asleep,
All I wanna see is turn of the
century situation comedy.
Seinfeld, Spaced and Community,
Nostalgia for the DVD.
I've always cried at sad TV
but it seems to happening a lot more recently.
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3. |
TK Maxx
01:27
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The binary's never been so clear to me
A whole floor of clothes that's not supposed to appeal to me.
But it does; Guess I didn't get enough tough love
Now I want this stuff, and I don't care who sees me.
'Coz I've dressed like a boy my whole life
Now it's time to buy something I like.
No more black shoes or plain tees,
I want clothes that weren't made for me.
And they don't have pockets
and the prices are shocking
It's the price that I'd pay for being me.
And I don't know my size
'Coz it's different from the guys'
I go up and down the ailses
So wary of the eyes, saying:
"Not sure that's your style, mate."
"Are you buying that for your girlfriend?"
"You don't belong there."
"Don't you know the men's is upstairs?"
So I go to the changing room
She says "How many have you got?"
I say "Seven, it's a lot"
And yeah, she looks a little confused like
"Are those really all for you?"
I say "Yeah, I think they're cute."
Top 1: I can barely get it on
Top 2: I don't have the boobs
Top 3: Is this really me?
Top 4: I can't really afford
Top 5: Looks weird from the side
Top 6: Do I look like a prick in this?
Top 7: Oh I think I'll just get 'em all anyway...
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4. |
Ace of Hearts
02:01
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Drunken lips. Touching hips. Pavement sit. Cigarette kiss.
They say "I'll get the Uber, if you get the chips"
And yes, they’re single. But I still see a ring on their finger
Made of black plastic, well fantastic,
please don't think that I won’t look past it.
You can still play my strings like a plectrum, I can still taste the metal in your septum.
And I know sexuality’s a spectrum, I still wanna be in your bedroom.
Ace of Hearts
play that card, I'm not afraid to start.
I can be the Jack of Diamonds
let's make Blackjack in the dark.
In this game ace is high, I know your suit trumps mine.
I can put my hand aside, just to look into those eyes, Ace of Hearts.
Single bed. Pride flag spread. Body language being read.
Playing guitar, playing cards instead.
And I can raise the stakes if you don't mind
but if you need to fold then that's cool.
At the start of every game, everyone must know the rules.
And every card is different, just like in a game of Shithead.
And if that breaks the deal for someone then...
they're just a dickhead?
Ace of Hearts
play that card, I'm not afraid to start.
I can be the Jack of Diamonds
let's make Blackjack in the dark.
In this game ace is high, I know your suit trumps mine.
I can put my hand aside, just to look into those eyes, Ace of Hearts.
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5. |
Pass Port
01:43
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It's not what I am and you never really asked me,
A permanent marker; Cross it out in Sharpie.
Just when I think I've got enough anxiety,
I can't self I.D. on my state I.D.
And all we want is recognition,
They say they'll act now but we know politicians,
Do you think that they listen, do they just pretend?
Will it ever end? Or am I destined to spend
The next decade of my life
Defined by a letter on my
Pass Port?
Do you ever really wonder what is that for?
Now I guess I'll never even pass for
Anything else until my last thoughts
Are consumed by dysphoria.
So your friends and your family know you now,
they know your name; they know your 'nouns.
So who gives a fuck what the people on top
think you are? But it does mean a lot
'coz if shit hits the fan, it will always come down to that page
and the letter that you can't change
when the only other option they gave was
Prefer not to say
Prefer not to say
Prefer not to say
Well you do prefer to say
and you'd prefer not to have to explain
to the man in the shop every time;
to the barman, the bouncer, the cop every time.
They see that you're next;
They breathe down your neck;
You know they suspect and
you'll know that they'll check
Does your body match your head
or are you better off dead?
Are you a man in a dress?
Are you an M or an F on your
Pass Port?
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6. |
Oh Bodhi
02:16
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The high school football team, they never really got me
And the boys at the agency, they don't ever want to play with me.
Young and dumb and full of something I can't put my finger on
But when I saw you on that beach, I knew you were my destiny.
Bodhi, won't you come over and show me
How true love's supposed to be?
Oh why do we have to be enemies?
Oh Bodhi, it really is a tragedy
That men like us we have to be
In competition,
I'm supposed to bring you in
But I just wanna feel your skin on my skin.
Oh Bodhi be my beach boy, night surfing is the greatest joy.
Wetsuit, wet hair, breaking point. How can I love what I must destroy?
It goes against my code, but imagine our life on the road;
Robbing banks and holding hands,
Like acid in my mouth, I want you bad.
The fifty year storm, it rages inside me.
You're my ultimate rush, you inspire me.
I'll give you 90 seconds, just time me.
You want to ride to glory? Well try me.
But I don't what I'll do if I declared my love for you.
I could be out the plane with no parachute,
I'd shoot for the sky and I'd miss you.
And it scares me that one day, I might have to watch you swim away
Into the perfect wave, but I'll be on that beach to say:
Bodhi, won't you come over and show me
How true love's supposed to be?
Oh why do we have to be enemies?
Oh Bodhi, it really is a tragedy
That men like us we have to be
In competition,
I'm supposed to bring you in
I just wanna feel your skin on my skin.
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7. |
Japan
01:33
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Do you ever feel like we're just treading water
and our Achilles heels were just being born
to systems that only value our labour
and pin us in place with financial pressure
like butterflies in a frame?
And we can only ever play one game,
from the basements and cupboards
that we rent from others,
if we beg steal or borrow
then maybe tomorrow we'll...
Hand our notices in, buy a van
We'll learn how it works and we’ll drive to Japan.
We'll buy a house, get our friends to all live in it
And you'll teach piano and I'll sell my art on the internet.
Do you ever feel like we're driving on empty,
sleeping between meals and surviving on air whilst we
dream of the things we shouldn’t have to dream of,
gardens, bird feeders and space in the freezer.
A kitchen, a cat and a world which doesn't react
with violence to the beauty inside us.
A millennial fantasy of safe mundanity.
If we make it through Monday, then maybe some day we'll...
Hand our notices in, buy a van
We'll learn how it works and we’ll drive to Japan.
We'll buy a house, get our friends to all live in it
And you'll teach piano and I'll sell my art on the internet.
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8. |
Gendered Society
02:01
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So they're running around with a new face,
a new name and the streets they don't feel so safe.
Daddy never taught them how to throw a punch,
looking back they doubt they ever learned much.
They never learned about it at school,
nobody ever told them that those rules
were only there to be broken sometimes,
could have stopped them feeling broken on the inside.
They never talked about it at work,
so much effort is it ever really worth it?
To repeat themselves again and again
to the people who will never comprehend it.
They never talked about it at home,
with the people who knew them the most.
Bottled up and waiting for the right day,
the right time and the right
place to say...
It's a big deal but it's no big deal.
I've changed but I've not changed at all.
I'm still the same but I'm not the same.
I'm still THEM but I'm not HIM anymore.
Enby. Be who you wanna be.
Get fucked, gendered society.
They left them all behind.
They aint ever gonna change their minds.
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9. |
Boyfriend Bomb
01:28
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A slip of the tongue; the word of the month,
Nine little letters, my Countdown Conundrum.
I dropped the bomb but I don't see the harm,
Tell me baby "Am I wrong?"
I know it's quick but you've got to admit,
you and I has got a pretty nice ring to it.
I'm so sorry if it's too early to commit;
I just like the way it sounds on my lips.
'Coz you're my Boyfriend,
and you know you are.
Sometime's it's just my favourite way
to make sure everybody's on the same page.
When they find out that we're not just mates
I like to see the look on their face.
I know it's soon, but what's to lose
I wanna tell people who might be confused.
Is it so absurd, that's the word I use?
I hope you don't mind 'coz it's you.
'Coz you're my Boyfriend.
And you know you are.
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JC Quick Bristol, UK
JC is a non-binary DIY musician from Bristol, UK. They make lo-fi, poppy songs about gender, queerness and identity.
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