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Take N.0
02:23
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Stay away from me!
You’re unhealthy, I’m unhealthy
Trying to stay clean
Take no for an answer
Why won’t you take no for an answer?
You want me?
Oh, you need me?
But, you don’t listen and I don’t speak
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Here I stand upon broken glass as I bleed over my affairs
Which are not quite intact in fact labeled queer as hell
“Save my tears for the deep end, dry your eyes it’s the weekend kid”
Try as I might to stomach all my frights
Why do I behave?
There’s powers creeping up from behind
Feel hot breath crawl down my spine.
Wait for someone to end my life
In the united states of lies
Here we stand on a mountain of corpses, mangled flesh & decay
So many creeds and different nationalities
Is this how white christianity behaves?
Don’t turn a blind eye, new graves under older sins
White people, change our goddamn ways
Their power creeping up from behind
Feel hot breath crawl down my spine
Red. White. Blue lies.
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3. |
Passing
05:09
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Your silver tongue secretes rivers of rust
Through constricting red lips
Skin tight your lacquered jewelry ties around my neck
Manipulate desires through fear
I know it’s hard to decide, but please make up your mind
Your eyes pierce with malevolent intent
To feast on the flesh of so many friends
You call yourself a benevolence
Mangled flesh, visible ribs lay the court to rest
I know it’s hard to decide, but please make up your mind
If you’d rather drag my face through the filth
Please first serrate my wrists
Accumulating sweat on my brow
Induces panic in me
Will someone desire my body?
I forget the need to eat
Triumph endearments saved only for some
How do we tolerate this disease?
Sacrifice another abstaining daughter
Just another martyr to the beast
I’ll rip those lungs out of your chest
If you don’t agree with my lesson plan
The jokes on you I’ve been desensitized
Vicarious bloodshed is on our hands
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I’ve been on my knees so long the creak
Between kitchen tiles and hotel sheets
Call me mistress, call me chef whatever you please
At the end of the day it’s all just money to me
Waiting for somebody to turn a blind eye towards me
Living off of table scraps
There’s nothing more to say
I’ve been on my own just kermit the ford and me
Cleaned up my act and found a new scene
Lose all my friends, experience ennui roasting meat
Until I found a pretty lady who meant something to me
Feelings of unfulfillment haunting me day by day
Is this all life has worth for me now?
Urban decay
When the time has come for you and I to leave
Will there be looking back towards all this misery?
Or will we find a better home over ocean breeze?
Where flowers grow and food won’t cause disease
But, until then
I’ll just sleep walk instead…
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5. |
Morphine
05:56
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I sell myself short if only for a moment before
I’ve had my first toke
These days it’s what I need, don’t call me an addict
I’m only in pain don’t you see.
Comatose my favorite expression, removes awareness
From others derision
Of pleasant faces I seek no shelter
Instead insite visions of lust and anger
It’s getting harder and harder to differentiate
But, come the night
My mind will have to wait
With auburn eyes she pierces into my soul
Where a shallow heart resides
I can never truly show
“What do you think you’re doing to yourself,” she asks
“Everybody would miss you even in your act
But, our patience is wearing thin
We’re sick and tired of your goddamn ailments
We know you’ve already shed some blood
So next why don’t you finish the job”
Through half sedated eyes, I stare out the window
To my surprise
I witness a murder on the streets today
I try to call for help
Muffled screams
As the news and morphine drip on
Desensitizing me
Desensitize us all
I think I’d rather explode than wither away
And burn
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6. |
Blue Lives aren't Real
06:52
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I smoke pot and pop opiates
In patrol car number 6
Don’t dare call me a hypocrite
I’ll bust your lips and steal your shit
I drink for free at all your bars
While I’m still on the clock
Are you not entertained little girls,
Can I show you my gun?
Have you guessed my name?
Right hand of the fascist state!
I am a class traitor
And by god am I proud
To wear these blue uniforms stained red
With other peoples’ blood
I am your wife’s rapist
And I shot your kids
I am not finished yet
I am coming for you next
Love me or Die!
You are an eyesore on the armageddon payroll
Killing us queers for bloodsport, but no
You won’t do any fucking paperwork
Guess what? My siblings got knives hidden up
Under their skirts ready for your blood pour
Public vampire set to implode
Fight back. Fight back
Fight back!
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7. |
Proving a Point
02:58
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What are you doing, prey?
Are you sick?
Raise hell
Proving a point
Uncover your eyes
Proving a point
Sharpen your knives
Enough!
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8. |
Fuck You I'm a Lady
01:27
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Hey boys. I’m not a boy, boys
Goddamn it boys!
You’ve got to watch your back girl
When you don’t look like the others
You’ve got to watch your back girl
When you don’t talk like the others
You’ve got to watch your back boy
When you trying to look like a lady
Fuck you! I’m a lady
Fuck your femme hatred
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9. |
National Acrobat (cover)
05:23
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*For lyrics Look em up online*
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Robyn Graves & The Sordid Affairs Duluth, Minnesota
A Duluth, MN based Queercore band fronted by Robyn Graves. Music dedicated to giving the audience a palpable emotional
response. A simple trio setup. Music about trauma, bad sex, lamenting about the patriarchy and being a general fuck up. Cathartic music for the femme outcasts in the metal and punk scene.
We'll bring the babes to the show, but they are all gay and mad about life.
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