Paroles :
They took my cells
without my knowing
& reçut the keys
to the kingdom.
Changed the locks.
Virgin whore monger.
Handmaiden misbehaving’.
The cradle of civilization.
Inspiration information.
Imagine that.
I know all about the bullshit.
Spray paint on walls
for the moment.
Sell the wall
in a galley-
to hold it.
My humanity like that:
They bought & sold it.
Never too old to behold it.
Sanded & molded.
I was cut into shape.
It took more than one rape.
Never met a period that wasn’t late.
The pharmicapornagraphic era
The countersexual manifesto.
We need a name for this.
Jesus wouldn’t be
caught dead in your church.
“Death to the Patriarchy”
The floor is the bottom line.
The crypt is filled with black madonnas- virgin mothers-
Wrote a book in a hotel room
and bet you ain’t never heard of it.
We need new songs to sing.
‘Cause we’ve got stamina.
Don’t mean a thing
if u don’t dance to it.
Subharmonic birdsong
sung on principle.
Pollination. Poly-nation.
Interwoven patterns
of actual emotions
gathered in a space-
Incongruent points of departure
an hour before they get here
We’ll need the dj to play this again-
This time for the listening.
This is the inaugural ceremony
of the disenchanted - the lovesick & overpowered.
Équipe :
Director - Christian Stephen
Director of Photography - Celine Tricart
Editor/VFX - Mark Simpson
Producers - Dylan Roberts, Tatiana Litvin
Jewelry & Styling - Tanya Melendez (@ladysoulfly)
Special Thanks - Matthew Celia
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