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I’m like the ferns
Like the birds like the bees
I’m like the worms and the holes in the trees
I’m like the cat that sits at your window
I’m like the snow when I don’t want it to falll
I’m like the butch
Like the fem like the breeze
I’m like the girl wearing masc on eir sleeve
I’m taking space but I’m leaving room
Cause I’d really like to sit next to you
I like to talk
Like to scream like to sing o
I like the need to be nice to living things
I’d like to be a dog on your porch
To show some excitement that you opened your door
I am unexplainable
I am unexplainable
I am unexplainable
In such few words
I’m like the Pearl
Like the knit like the stitch
I’m like the urge to scratch an itch
I curl my toes and tap out hidden beats
Uprooting the music beneath my feet
I keep growing my hair
And then cutting it off
I’m like the clothes I don’t want to wash
I’m like a fire that’s needing some tending
If I chop the big logs will you do the kindling
I’m in the pros
and the cons of the choice
I don’t always know when I’m raising my voice
I am a long pause after a question
I don’t have the answer cause im a suggestion
I am unexplainable
I am unexplainable
I am unexplainable
In such few words
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Play Nice
03:27
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I don’t know how to talk anymore
I’ve lost all my trains and the doors shut
I don’t know how to play nice
Right now
My eyes hurt
The lights aren’t any brighter
The skys just getting dimmer all around us
And I can’t source from anything but the sun
Or so I tell myself x2
And I just keep chokin on chokin on my dust
When progress feels like poison in my gut
I don’t know where to move
I don’t feel equipped to be yours
Cause I can’t commit to being fine or in good health
I am better and worse somehow somehow
Judgement sits on my shoulder and
Shame walks me out to the corner
And I choose to dull myself
I just woke you to say that I’m trying
To find the courage to fix my headlight
And I know what’s wrong with me
Or so I tell myself x2
And I just keep chokin on chokin on my dust
When progress feels like poison in my gut
I don’t know where to move
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Processing Party
04:01
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Boxes stacked up
In closets in portland
Warm sun on your skin
You said that’s important
So I took that in
I lost it, then found it
But I didn’t need it then
Conscious or not
You’re bound to say it again
And I’ll take that in
We can have a processing party
We can scream our feelings at the ceilings
Lets have a processing party
We can scream our feelings at the ceilings and then fall on the floor
My pain is chronic
No it’s not going away
So when you told me
That you were here to stay
Oh well I took that in
Im sorry I took that in
I’m on a roll
But it’s a slow one
So if you feel you lose control
Well you’re not the only one
And I’ll take you in
You know I’ll take you in
We can have a processing party
We can scream our feelings at the ceilings
Lets have a processing party
We can scream our feelings at the ceilings and then fall on the floor
And when we’re down down
On the ground
We’ll be as sound sound
As we were before
We can have a processing party
The ceiling knows all our feelings
Lets have a processing party
We can scream our feelings at the ceilings and then fall on the floor
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4. |
It's Real
05:14
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You ARE my sunshine
My baby beluga whale
My sweetened cezve
My silly rhyme and perfect curl
We will sing my girl
But we’ll know what we mean
Cause you’re a new blank canvas
And I’m old clothes ripping at the seams
Oh baby can’t you tell
I’m well over head over heels
Hungry for you every meal
Pinch me so I know it’s real
I am yours lover
Your little bubbie bear
I got you covered (I’ll cover u)
If you’re sad or if you’re scared
We’ll sing reunited
After one day of being away
Cause this love it pulls me
Like my hands on your hips while we sway
Oh baby can’t you tell
I’m well over head over heels
Hungry for you every meal
Pinch me so I know it’s real
One more thing that you should know
Is I look at you in awe every day
Shouldn’t have to be so strong
But you are anyway
Oh baby can’t you tell
I’m well over head over heels
Willing to hold all your tears
Want you to know that it’s real
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Dirty Dog
04:04
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My heart races
Oh it is in first place baby
I cannot wait to see
Your finish line
I am placing
All of my bets on us angel
I cannot wait to reach
Your finish line
First second third
I’m counting on it to hurt
Just a little
When I slide my knees through the dirt
(I’m just a dirty dog
In the dugout
I want you to myself
I want you to myself )
Eager gold medal achiever
Flexing when I’m beneath her
You’ll flash me high scores
For my back bend
I’m a wide receiver
Yellin for you to go deeper
You are a quarterback
With a tight end
You won the first I won the last
Let’s get into our rubber match
And maybe
tomorrow
We can play again
(I’m just a dirty dog
In the dugout
I want you to myself
I want you to myself )
Oh I want to test my strength
Stand-off in your embrace
See if I have what it takes
To reach
My heart races
Oh it’s in first place baby
I cannot wait to reach
Your finish line
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The Eggboy Portland, Oregon
The Eggboy is a Queer and Trans dynamically disabled artist from Portland, Or. Ey specialize in catharsis through song and being sleepy.
Ey/Em/Eirs/He/Him
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