Vocmachines

The streets

Organ-Ice

Tamarisk Family

Lyrics:
I’m bleeding for you baby
You’re drinking up out of me
I seem to want to
I seem to want to

I’m cleaning up after you
Swiping, scrubbing after you 
I seem to want to
I seem to want to

But that’s how I’ve been trained
I never was meant to help myself
Cause I was labelled female
I was raised to care for everyone else

That’s why
I’m always thinking with my

I’m always thinking with my kidneys, my kidneys
I’m always cleaning everything
I’m always thinking with my kidneys, my kidneys, yeah
I’m always thinking with my kidneys, my kidneys
I’m always fixing everyone
I’m always thinking with my kidneys, my kidneys
Cause I was socialised to be

Gimme all your problems baby
And I will solve them for you
But do I want to
But do I want to

I know you never asked me baby
But deep down I think you assumed
I think you know too
I think you know too  

So that’s how I’ve been drained
Not thinking with my heart or my brain

I’m always thinking with my kidneys, my kidneys
I’m always cleaning everything
I’m always thinking with my kidneys, my kidneys, yeah

Always Thinking With My Kidneys

Lyrics:

No baby no baby no that’s right
Gender isn’t black or white
No baby no baby no that’s right
Gender isn’t black or white
Yeah baby yeah baby gender’s a scale
Of the whole range of shades of grey
Yeah baby gender is a sliding scale
Of the whole range of shades of grey

But oh baby oh baby listen to this okay
While your gender is, on a scale of grey
Oh baby oh, listen to this okay
While your gender is, on a scale of grey
My queerness
Is all the
My queerness is all the colours!

Red
Glitter
Pearlescent
Skittles

Yellow
Brown
The pants of a clown

Orange 
Blue
Hologram hue
 
Gender is grey
And queerness is all the colours
Gender is grey
Queerness is a rainbow spray

Gender is grey
And queerness is all the colours
Gender is grey
Queerness is a rainbow spray

Red
Glitter
Pearlescent
Skittles 

Yellow
Brown
The pants of a clown

Orange 
Blue
Hologram hue
 
… And it’s green like your jealousy

Queerness Is All The Colours

Lyrics:
Hand-axe and bone
Cleaving stone

What shape is this rock on the inside
Splitting it open to find out
Only creates two new outsides

Hand and bone
Cleaving stone

Hand and bone
Cleaving stone

Somebody breathing and alive
Under the rubble of granite
Someone who knows what they feel like

Hand and bone
Cleaving stone

Hand-axe and bone
Cleaving stone

And then, oh, stepping out from the boulder
Brushing the grit off their shoulder
Is someone
Made from flesh

They have been there
This whole time
And now they can speak

They’re all of my organs
All of my muscles
All of my memories

Someone who feels
Who needs
Who requests   

Hand-axe and bone
Flesh and stone

Hand-axe and bone
Flesh and stone

Hand-axe and bone
Flesh and stone

Hand-axe and Bone

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