The Reverent Marigold


Songs For the Song God

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Oh, My Thousand Mothers!

	
Here I sit amidst my wreckage 
From the electronic surplus store
Wires soldered to my nerves, 
Tendons fused to circuit boards
My heart is bleeding, beating on the table, 
My soul sewn into the bass
Forgive me if my voice is raw, 
This current's more than my throat can take

I sing for my thousand mothers 
Whose true names I sought to memorize
Who seized the electric dream and 
Taught magnetic tape to harmonize
A newborn child I woke 
And heard their gospel in a daze
Angels screaming on the track, 
"My child, be not afraid"

I only write harsh noise, build music out of trash
My junk is not your business and my gender is thrash
It was a dream to know you, 
They turned you into a myth
When they strip me for my copper, 
Turn my bones into a synth
HIT IT

Isn't it grand? Isn't it grand? 
It feels like the very first time
It feels like, it feels like I'm seeing colors again
Like I have the breath of life in my veins again
Like I'm shedding my skin 
And there's lightning in my fingers
Crackling between my fingers, oh god, oh god
OH MY GOD

Lyrics

I feel wet iron burning the stubble from my face
Sweet mothers hold me, make me holy, 
Fill me with your grace
This is my body, stronger, stranger, 
It only takes a second
Pass me the spray paint and the solder, 
Watch me as I wreck it

Are those the speakers popping, 
Or my lungs bursting in my chest?
Whether I am ending or beginning, 
I will put this night to rest
If I burn up from the voltage 
Let my body be the dawn
It cannot be sunrise forever, 
Tomorrow has to come
Tomorrow has to come
Tomorrow has to come
Tomorrow has to come
Tomorrow has to come
Tomorrow has to come!

Song Notes

Trans women invented synthesizer music and perfected it. As always, the role of priestesses taming invisible spirits in the service of beauty and the spirit falls to us. We were here, and will be here, and forever we will heawr the movements of the invisible. Sing, for your mothers!

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