1. |
pockets
01:46
|
|||
|
I walk through walls
And I sink through floors
I’m invisible
I can open doors
Without
Twisting the knob
To let in the rioting mobs
Thanking Gutenberg
And all the nameless folks
Who reproduced her words
That made the leader a joke
This armchair is eating me up
So throw me into the air
Like a bomb into the streets
We attack, then disappear
Pockets
Hiding in your pockets
Filling up the sockets
With treasures
That are meant to be returned
Those things were never his
I walk through walls
And I sink through floors
I’m invisible
I can open doors
Without
Twisting the knob
To let in the rioting mobs
|
||||
2. |
niceness
03:44
|
|||
|
It’s been months since I last asked the question
You’re waiting for me to stop counting
Jumping around from place to place
The ground is shaking, I can’t stand still anymore
The earth is out of my hands
I’m rolling in dirt
All your niceness ever did for me
Was maintain your position of power
All this resting in my coffin
Had you gain more hours
On me
Sending feelings through cracked windows
Receiving boxes through the post
Messing around with us toys
But I’m not that kind of joy
All your niceness ever did for me
Was maintain your position of power
All this resting in my coffin
Had you gain more hours
On me
You drank more out of me
Cheers to me
Opening champagne bottles to celebrate me
So that you could consume me
|
||||
3. |
under
03:11
|
|||
|
We hadn’t sent each other pixels that transform into shapes
Since the last time the news recorded a mix tape
I’m trying to remind myself
That I’m not only on the ground
I’m under
But not quite 6ft under
Woke up too early to breathe
Couldn’t force myself back to sleep
But at least I can spoon you now
Without nightmares where my arms slip out
And I’m left under
But not quite 6ft under
I’m moving from house to house
A rootless plant, a hungry mouse
A rejection of an injection of
A lie picked out of the sky
I’m going back under
But not quite 6ft under
I’m searching for that harmony
That colonialism does not seek
Pulls out life like it does with weeds
And it takes, and it takes, and it takes
So I’m going under
But not quite 6ft under
I’m going under
But not quite 6ft under
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
Didn’t wanna scare you with
Exclamation marks and capital letters
But if you see your mistakes and say you’ll
do better, do better!
Whatever I let you know
You’ll hang on your back
To sell at the market
Turning the liveliest parts of myself in to meat, I’m meat
There’s always something,
There’s always something,
There’s always something,
There’s always something
I’m not taking into account
I’m not taking into account
I’m not taking into account
I’m not taking into account
I don’t have enough fingers to count
All the times you stabbed me
Not even in the back
Not even in the back
Didn’t wanna scare you away
I didn’t wanna scare you
Didn’t wanna scare you with
Exclamation marks and capital letters
|
||||
5. |
gltch
03:56
|
|||
|
Sitting at the edge of the bed
Crossing the border that is your window
Holding a vending machine water bottle
With a pipe stabbing into its heart
Inhaling that feeling
Exhaling it into your mouth
We’ve been asking ourselves
Whether nihilism is our new God
But I just don’t think I’m capable of
Following with what’s going on
So many distractions
So many glitches
That I’m starting to embrace
Je cherche plus la jouissance
I’m just hiding under the blanket
To ground myself and feel
The closest thing
Resembling so-called “safety”
Just like when I was three
I was so scared of the world
And I still am now
Glitches are all we have
I’m folding and unfolding
Like a piece of wrinkled clothing
Picking some stuff up
Like I’m learning how to sign
Cause how could I not?
You want things to go back to normal
But normal brought us to where we are
I think we should aim for something better
I’m pretty jaded, I’m pretty bitter
Pass me the lighter
Can’t turn it on, I’m burning my finger
Sitting at the edge of the bed
I’m burning my finger
|
||||
6. |
the fight
02:21
|
|||
|
Reading that Aragorn! zine that you gave me
Saddened to hear that he passed away a few months ago
Angered to think about the fact that
This wasn’t part of the education I received
I never was a big fan of history
Until it mattered to me
And sparked a Blessed Flame in me
Remembering my story and the potential for resistance
Reading Kaneko Fumiko’s memoirs outloud
While a friend is leaning on my shoulder
So that we both have access to these daunting stories
It was after we watched that movie
“Anarchist from Colony”
And I learned more about how the Japanese empire
Treated my family
And how there were anarchists in the midst of all of this
Oh but of course (x2)
Reading that Aragorn! zine that you gave me
|
||||
7. |
a full 360
01:18
|
|||
|
My eyes did a full 360
Assessing the periphery
A scrunched up forehead
Never understood what was so appealing
About doing what was easy
Because it never really is
I guess I do get punished
By so many people
In so many ways
On so many days (Cm)
But even if I wanted
Even if I tried
I’d probably explode
Into the sky, into the sky
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
When all of this is over
And we can be much closer
I’ll hug and maybe kiss you
If you want that too
We’ll get a better sense of humour
Laugh at our oppressors
Take away their power !
Take it away !!!
Could we have a nice picnic
Draw flowers on my arms
And a trans anarchy sign
On my forehead
Hop on the sky train
With a guitar on my back
With your hand holding mine
As we ride to the show
We’ll confront all those fuckers
Then live as if they don’t exist
We will get out of the boxes
That they put us in!
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
|
||||
9. |
||||
|
How can I explain
The existential pain
Of being misgendered
I’m always told I’m not
Who I really am
But then I’m mistreated
Because of who I really am
I came out to you 5 years ago
But you still deny what deep down you know
Is true
Trans women of colour fought for you
And now this is what you decide to do
But we can’t forget that we’re not alone
And there’s always some one
That roots for you
And believes you
And reminds you
That they see you
I root for you
And I believe you
And I’ll remind you
That I see you
I don’t want assimilation
I want liberation
I wanna see oppression burn to the ground
No more of this cis white gay liberal bullshit
We’ve got to turn everything around
I root for you
And I believe you
And I’ll remind you
That I see you
I root for you
And I believe you
And I’ll remind you
That I see you
I root for you
And I believe you
And I’ll remind you
That I see you
|
||||
SoyJoy Vancouver, British Columbia
they/them
tales of a dragon finding their way through the
universes
(2019-2023)
now going by June Hawthorn and releasing music at:
junehawthorn.bandcamp.com
alternate bandcamp:
juniper-lee.bandcamp.com
... more
SoyJoy recommends:
Cheaper Than Therapy
by No.1 Special
corvin's album! my album and theirs are siblings, they grew along side each other
go to album
ava's amazing songs you should check out
go to album
Best plan for your life
by Still Depths
im such a big fan of these folks
go to albumIf you like SoyJoy, you may also like:
supported by 4 fans who also own “must day”
go to album
feather river canyon blues
by pigeon pit
supported by 4 fans who also own “must day”
“it feels like survival just isn’t enough, is it?” i love this whole album so much <3
go to album
Westward, to Nowhere
by Ian McCuen
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life.
go to album
