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fall
03:50
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poised for the kill
writhing with delight
knowing that she will
banish them tonight
wrapped in her pleasure
seductress self assured
her sin knows no measure
her legacy to be endured
graceful but cunning
sliding up her side
theres no use in running
in the garden you can't hide
bored is her gaze
easy to entice
taunted by the taste
of their demise
the fall is on the woman, always the woman
she shouldn't have tried it
an innocent bystander
he'd warned her once before
but no man could control her
his warnings were ignored
by association
he'd done nothing wrong
is fate not His creation
so why is he forlorn?
the fall is on the woman, always the woman
she shouldn't have tried it
the scales are upturned
the punishment severe
though gracious was her body its now her body that we fear
the fall is on the woman, always the woman
she shouldn't have tried it
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Track 2:
checkout (i bought into it)
A reflection on The Beauty Myth as outlined in Naomi Wolf’s seminal work
Clare Park, cover photograph of The Beauty Myth
i dont know how to get out of it
spent my whole life in the beauty myth
obeying the rules, making her king
my idol so graciously wicked to me
i dont know how to get out of it
redirecting attention to what i can fix
a shameful obsession i wish to escape
my cart is my haven i'm willing to pay
i bought into it
found my wallet and lost my head
i bought into it
i dont know how to get out of it
forever trapped in the beauty myth
my will for power i can't contain
to focus on ‘i’ is the way to attain
i wish i could get out of it
the incessant voice perched on my lips
to see myself as more than a figure
to care so much when i'm getting bigger
i bought into it
found my wallet and lost my head
i bought into it
what will you do?
what will we see?
tenants of the planet and of our bodies.
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3. |
TAKE IT
03:45
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if you want it
come and take it baby
when you need it
call and i’ll be racing
when you talk i listen
when you’re gone the distance
babe it makes no difference
obey your words of wisdom
ritualistic reverence
drunken by your cadence
through storms you hold a radiance
you torture, i have patience
if you want it
come and take it baby
when you need it
call and i’ll be racing
dressed in fur and lace
give fire to my waves
got told to stay away
but you’re my saving grace
called forth and left no trace
your song has made me ache
an island of disgrace
acting like you’ve changed
you think i am only yours
you know i can’t be sold nor bought
you think i am only yours
but you operate under my laws
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4. |
interlude i
00:44
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5. |
Good To Look At
03:03
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Track 5:
Good To Look At
Aestheticism
Edward Burne-Jones, “The Golden Stairs”
it means nothing its just good to look at
glorified for centuries
as a man’s great masterpieces
through the crowd she rarely speaks
best not heard only seen
a value we can’t quantify
to satisfy a thousand eyes
step away the paint has dried
their instruments immortalised
it means nothing its just good to look at
petty and somnambulant
the model needs an ambulance
the dove plays wolf and cancels it
the sky turns dark and ravenous
all good things come in threes
all good art makes grown men weep
theres a crowd of them and only one of me
looking up her dress from at her feet
it means nothing its just good to look at
she means nothing she’s just good to look at
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6. |
self love is a scam!
03:38
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Track 6:
self love is a scam!
Beauty in the self
Lola Àlvarez Bravo, “Frida (Looking in mirror close up)”
I wanna love you, I wanna love you (I do)
I wanna love you, I wanna love you
But I can’t seem to learn to
Though I really want to
I wanna love you, I wanna love you
But all I can think of is how I don’t
I wanna love you, but how can I love you?
There’s so much to heat and critique
I wanna love you, but why should I love
you?
Isn’t every body valid, and that’s what
counts?
Must love be my goal to myself?
Self love is hard
(and everyone makes it easy)
Self love is a product
(everyone’s trying to sell me)
My head is full and my stomach is empty
My skins inflamed and damn it, I’m angry
Self love is hard
(and everyone makes it easy)
Self love is a scam
(nothing will ever please me)
My wallet is empty and my therapist is
laughing
I’ve focused on myself so much but for love
i’m still starving
I wanna love me, I wanna love me (I do)
I wish I could love me
But how can I love me, my life is too busy to think about me
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Track 7:
The world is so beautiful (and you’re the greatest beauty i’ve ever known)
Unsatiated beauty
Constance Mayer, “The Dream of Happiness”
I got up in the morning
It was cold had been pouring
And I started to run to your house
But my feet began to hurt
And my shins fall apart
So I got half way and had to turn around
I wrote you a letter
Saying I won’t forget ya
But I ran out of stamps so I never sent it to ya
I ran till I was crying
Had a panic attack felt like dying
And I went and sat sobbing on the beach
The world is so beautiful but I don’t want it if I don’t have you
the world is so beautiful & you're the greatest beauty I’ve ever known
dreaming for three days
a razor is bleeding
the balance of fortune cares not if you're weeping
i gave it all to you but you sailed away from me
theres nothing i could do to show you what you mean to me
The world is so beautiful but I don’t want it if I don’t have you
the world is so beautiful & you're its greatest beauty
The world is so beautiful but I don’t want it if I can’t have you
the world is so beautiful & you're the greatest beauty I’ve ever known
All the hurting was for nothing if we give up now
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ROMÆO Melbourne, Australia
art-pop in its truest sense, often inspired by renaissance art and conceptual ideas, made out of my bedroom in Melb, Aus.
insta: @romaeo__
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