Musings —05.10.2012 02:02 PM—
Shot at a gig in Texas a few weeks ago. Lyrics below. And absolutely amazing.
Maybe I was wrong about AM not going on. Maybe they will.
Her words, or what they seem to be:
Your tells (?) are so obvious.
Shoulders too broad for a girl.
Keeps you reminded,
Helps you remember where you come from.
You want them to notice,
The ragged ends of your summer dress.
You want them to see you like they see every other girl.
They just see a faggot. They hold their breath to catch the sick
Washed up on the coast, I wish we could’ve spent the whole day alone
You’ve got no c**t in your strut,
You’ve got no hips to shake.
You know it’s obvious, but we can’t choose how we’re made.