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Love I will return over and over
I have been turned into something else
And I will return over and over
I have been turned into something else
Something else
Love strike me down with lightning and thunder
I have been turned into something else
Strike me down with lightning and thunder
I have been turned into something else
Something else
High on a hill
Petrarch writes poems to Laura
High on a hill
Petrarch writes love songs to Laura
Laura Laura Laura
Laura Laura Laura
High on a hill
Petrarch turns into something else
Love I will return over and over
I have been turned into something else
And I will return over and over
You have turned me into something else
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2. |
What the Fuck?
02:53
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I love you!
What the fuck?
Holy shit.
Oh my god, did she really just say that
“I love you”?
My hands, look at my hands!
What do I do with my hands?
It’s been like three months.
No, I guess more like four months.
Ok fine it’s been six months.
But still whaddya do when she’s there
And you’re there
And she’s nice
And you’re scared
And it just kinda slips out.
Do you say, “Hey pal, thank you!”
And give her a handshake?
Should I just take my pizza
And turn to go?
What the fuck?
What a switch.
We go on like ten thousand dates
And he’s nice, and you’re nice.
And he’s cute, and you’re way more than cute.
So then what’s the problem
Did I totally misread this?
We said no strings attached.
But still whaddya do when he’s there
And you’re there
And he’s sweet
And you’re lame
And it just kinda slips out.
Do you say, “Oh just kidding”
And pretend it didn’t happen?
Do you just let it hang there
And turn to go?
I am not used to this kind of thing
But I could get used to this kind of thing.
To be honest, I can’t imagine you in my life
But I can’t imagine you not in my life
So tell me you feel the same way
Or I’ll walk out the door.
Why is he standing there / Fuck fuck fuck
Just waiting for me to leave / I’ve gotta say something to let her know
I feel like I’m gonna throw up / I’m not used to this kind of thing.
And why is he letting me / Holy fuck
Just stand here and hang in this limbo / There’s so much more in me that I can show
I’m really gonna throw up / I could get used to this kind of thing
Was this all a mistake?
Will I wake up tomorrow?
And be able to say
That I feel the same way?
I don’t know what to say
Tim, it’s really okay
You show me in your own way.
You don’t have to--
I love you.
Well that wasn’t so hard to say.
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3. |
Hold Me Close
01:25
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Hold me close
And I will love you
I will love you
Hold me close
And I will need you
I will need you
Lay your hand on my shoulder
I will lean into your flowery smell
Take me to your bedroom
Lay me down on your sheets
My life is complete
Hold me close
And I will love you
I will love you
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4. |
Straight Guys
04:15
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Throughout the years, us gays have had it all.
We’re hot, we’re ripped, we’re cleaner than Lysol.
We know what’s what, what’s in, what’s out, who’s who.
So let me ask you, Meg, just who are you?
It’s time to shape up and bump up our old standards
Haven’t you heard the good news?
Search in your heart and you’ll hear it loud and clear:
‘Cuz straight guys need to put in effort too!
(But Josh how can we expect straight men to ever compete with gay men and straight girls? I mean we spend hours and hours on our hair, our makeup, our outfits. Isn’t that just too much to ask of boring old heterosexual men?
In fact it’s not!)
Take a look at yourself.
You work so hard. You primp and preen.
All that work deserves a guy
Who’s not afraid to say, “Yaaaas Kween!”
These men here have potential,
Don’t get me wrong it’s deep inside.
But with respect and lots of glitter
A het could make you feel glorified.
It’s time to shape up and bump up our old standards
Haven’t you heard the good news?
Search in your heart and you’ll hear it loud and clear:
‘Cuz straight guys need to put in effort too!
(What are we doing?
I’m putting in effort! If your man isn’t literally dancing circles around you, then what is he doing?
I mean that seems a little extreme--
Meg, you’re not hearing me! You deserve this, sis.
So you’re saying that if straight men put in as much effort as girls they wouldn’t actually seem gay, they’d just be doing the absolute bottom line to respect their partners?
Exactly!
Oh I get it!
C’mon, now you give it a try! A’ 5, 6, 7, 8...
Ok yeah you’re getting it. Now let’s hear them pipes, henny!
What?
Sing!
I can’t--
Sing, Meg, sing!)
For years I’ve wished that guys stepped up
To all the work I undergo.
In fact to make my point much clearer
Let’s slow down the tempo.
In the olden days guys could get away
With stunts that made me sick.
(Yaaas bitch)
But now I’ll never let them off the hook
Even if they’ve got a really big…
Shhhhhh!
So!
It’s time to shape up and bump up our old standards
Haven’t you heard the good news?
Search in your heart and you’ll hear it loud and clear:
‘Cuz straight guys need to put in effort too!
Search in your heart and you’ll hear it loud and clear:
Straight guys need to put in-
Straight guys need to put in-
Straight guys need to put in-
Straight guys need to put in-
(What about bisexuals?
And maybe also non-binary people?)
Oh yeah…
Straight guys need to put. in. effort toooooooo!
Come and get us boys.
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Identified
03:05
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It’s a funny story
How I came to be
Lying here on this table
In the mortuary
It’s a bit of a haze
I was biking down comm ave thinking, man I hate Tuesdays
Then a truck rounded the corner and
That was the end of my days
And before my soul can die
I need to be identified
Identified
Identified
My parents are probably
Driving down I-95
I must’ve really let them down
Couldn’t keep their daughter alive
I wish they didn’t have to see me
Here in this state thinking,
Now I’m history
Will they recognize my face,
Will they wander this world lost without me?
Before my soul can die,
I need to be identified
Identified
Identified
Was that a creak at the door there?
I guess the moment’s arrived
Hey it’s me your kiddo
Who you’ve now survived
I wish someone could do this instead of them
Some kind of angel,
Some kind of friend
And here come the footsteps
I guess this is the end-
Professor?
Iris?
Yeah, it’s me.
Yeah, that’s her.
Identified
Identified
Identified
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6. |
Cello (interlude)
00:20
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7. |
The Mountain of Guemo
02:48
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On the mountain of Geumo
On the mountain of Geumo
Lived a girl who would become a great general
More than victory in battle
More than victory in battle
The girl wished for life eternal
To ward away the King of Death
The girl grew orange trees heaven blessed
And used her strength and drew her bow
To escape the world below
Her body was buried
Her soul roamed for seven years
Would she ever be free?
To ward away the King of Death
The girl grew orange trees heaven blessed
And used her strength and drew her bow
To escape the world below
Her body was buried
Her soul roamed for seven years
Would she ever be free?
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I am waiting for seven years to go by
To take hold of my life with clean hands
Seven years, so every inch of my skin can
Die
He said baby girl you’re wise beyond your years
No need for seventeen year old tears
Seven years, so every inch of my skin can
Die
Die
Just let me hold you
Just until the bell rings (4x)
None of me infected with your touch
Free of your haunting, your teeth, your punch
I thought I’d weathered the storm
But I was standing in the eye
Eye
Just let me hold you
Just until the bell rings (4x)
Ahhh
That time I bit your arm
You thought it was for play
But I wanted to see you bleed
Next time I’ll bite harder
My heartbeat in my ears
Drowns out your voice
Thank God
Thank God
Am I feeding the fire
Or just letting it burn
Touching me will not make your wrinkles stretch firm
Your bones strong or your head less heavy
I am practiced in shedding skin
Each layer tougher than the last
But I will bend like the trees
To be unshakeable is to snap
You say I’m killing you, I wish I was actually killing you
I can’t be controlled, no (x16)
Just after the bell rings
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9. |
Radio (interlude)
00:29
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10. |
Body of Mine
04:03
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Powder, mascara, and blush
fake teeth, nothing is real
You don’t want me to be me.
(A mother just wants her daughter to be the best she can be, and you can be a champion.)
That version of me, the one you want to see can be packaged and tied with a bow.
She’s never been real,
A fantasy you can’t let go.
See the girl in the mirror become nothing but inches and shame
Hear the sickening sound of your weight being flushed down the drain
All alone in the bathroom stall,
All alone in that bathroom stall
Your life can’t be wasted on washing your skin out
You try to keep smiling but still you’re a mess
With pain and precision you’ve painted a face on
But then in the end to yourself you’ll confess
I was blessed with this body of mine
You were blessed with this body of yours
Why are you putting me here on the front lines?
I am made of so much more.
You can’t ever imagine
I pray you never will
Feel the years of perfection, a weight that keeps pulling you down
No matter your efforts to lift it, to the whims of time you are bound.
So what a joy for this dried petal to see her seedling be crowned.
My life has been spent on you, pinching and tucking
I’ve tried to support you but now it’s a mess
With fervor and ardor I’ve made you my upswing
But after these years I just have to confess
I can’t fight with this body of mine.
You can’t fight with this body of yours.
I am standing here on the front line.
You’re a victim of my war.
I stand here in this battle of mine
You stand there in that battle of yours
Don’t make me live my life by your guidelines
Show me I’m worth fighting for.
I believe in this body of yours / I will help you heal this brain of yours
Put your hand in this hand of mine / Stand with me on the front lines
I will love you and fight until the end
With our own selves make amends
(Do you get it?
Maybe not yet, but I’m willing to try. I’m going to try.
Good. Let’s go home.)
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11. |
Oh Hold Me Round
03:57
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Oh hold me ‘round.
I’ve been running for a long time.
With these pockets full of lead
I see a long path left behind.
My darling let me know
If those troubled hands can turn a page.
‘Cuz baby it’s time to clean up
And no, I don’t mean just with sage.
But I, I, I can feel that I do know you.
And I, I, I, am ready to have and hold you.
But where, where are you?
Put down, put down your roots.
Now we’re here, here on dry land
Far away from your calloused hands.
I know that you were born
To strive for nothing less than gold.
But maybe just this once
This runner up could be so bold
But I, I, I sense that I don’t know you.
And now, now, now your home is not my home, too
But where, where are we?
We’re lost in a memory.
It was you who I used to trust.
Now my place just collecting dust.
(Instrumental)
Years and years and years go by
We’ve been telling the same old lie.
Do I even say goodbye
To a love that’s long since died?
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12. |
Christmas Carols
02:31
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Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O’er the fields we go
Laughing all the way (ha ha ha!)
Bells on bobtail ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight.
종소리 울려라 종소리 울려 우리썰매 빨리 달려 종소리 울려라
jong-so-li ul-lyeo-la jong-so-li ul-lyeo
u-li-sseol-mae ppal-li dal-lyeo jong-so-li ul-lyeo-la-
叮叮当 叮叮当 铃声多响亮 你看他不避风霜 面容多么慈祥
dīng dīng dāng
dīng dīng dāng
líng shēng duō xiǎng liàng
nǐ kàn tā bú bì fēng shuāng
miàn róng duó me cí xiáng
איך בין אַ קליינער דריידל, געמאַכט בין איך פון בלײַ
Ich bin a kleyner dreidel, gemacht bin ich fun blai.
קומט לאָמיר אַלע שפּילן, אין דריידל – איינס, צוויי, דרײַ
Kumt lomir ale schpilen, in dreidel – eins zwei drai
אוי, דריידל, דריידל, דריידל, אוי, דריי זיך, דריידל, דריי
Oi, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, oi, drei sich, dreidel, drei.
טאָ לאָמיר אַלע שפּילן, אין דריידל, איינס און צוויי
To lomir ale schpilen, in dreidel eins un zwei.
I have a little dreidel. I made it out of clay. / Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way.
And when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play. / Oh! what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh.
Oh dreidl, dreidl, dreidl, I made it out of clay. / Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way.
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, / Oh! what fun it is to ride
Then dreidel I shall play. / In a one-horse open sleigh.
I’ve felt so alone
Searching for a home
Feeling like a visitor
In every place I’ve roamed.
I tried to carry on
A piece of me was gone
But now I see it’s here with you
A sister to lean on
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way.
Oh! what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way;
Oh! what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh!
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When the storm is over
When the storm is over
We put back on our shoes
We pack our scarves into our suitcases
When the storm is over
The air is new
When the clouds lighten
When the lightning stops its striking
We say goodbye to what was
And say hello to what is
When the storm (The storm) is over
When the storm (The storm) is over
When the grass grows taller
And the wind breathes calmer
We say goodbye to what was
And say hello to what is
When the storm (The storm) is over
When the storm (The storm) is over
Ah
We’ll miss dancing in the rain
Ah
Soon the clouds will move across the seas and bring a storm again
Again (over and over)
The storm is over
The storm is over
The storm is--
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