“CONVENIENCE”

PILL “CONVENIENCE” 2016
All Lyrics by PILL

60 SEC.

And I call it the formula of moderate response
The carelessness of convenience–a social tool– as it is in its present situation.

My body congealed and dripping off of my major monuments,
my body congealed and sticking to your fingertips,
despite being tied to the wire with a lack of relation.

Who knows? No one cares, but it happened.
It’s the dance that all the kids have been talking about.

We call this dance mass hysteria:
put your hands behind my neck–press swiftly–to promote someone else’s revolution under the guise of my appearance.

Reading warfare strategies in my travel magazines;
maybe when the conflict’s over we should vacation there?

All those things that make you bad?
Who knows? No one cares, but it happened.

Contemporary colonialism–What a pretty thing I can buy for myself. Doing our part with minimal effort.

WHICH IS TRUE?

And when I awoke, I emerged from a gilded egg on the shore;
bare bottomed knees torn and with my creativity stolen from me for another.

OOOOO Which is true?
It started from the bottom belly down.

I always knew I didn’t want to, but nobody ever asked.
With a jury of 9 men and 3 women, the illusion must be something for which I asked.

OOOOO Which is true?
Our word is truth among Women. Our word is truth against myself.

A story retold and refashioned: there is no resolution,
only revolution, in the collected memories of our bodies.

MY RIGHTS

Is this situation based on power?
My body, my queerness, my decision to bring life.

My body my fight–Congressman wants to steal all of my rights.

My life / My rights / Might I? Talk over!

Tell me again. It’s engrained in my maternal history.

My life / My rights / Might I? Talk over!

FETISH QUEEN

I want to be your Fetish Queen,
I want to be yours.

I want to be your Fetish Queen–think of me on my knees.
–picture me in youR favorite tee.

Are you willing? Iron fist in a velvet glove.

How could I love anybody? How could I have someone else?

Love serenade in a hand grenade. Love serenade in a bondage game.

Are you willing? Iron fist in a velvet glove.

DEAD BOYS

Is it wicked? Can I lick it?

Would you taste my bloodied knee? Testing the limits of intimacy.

Round knuckle trying to temper my desire,
but the drain builds pressure.

There is no ally in this void. There is no ally in this void.

Constructing history constructing empires.
Constructing history constructing THE EMPIRE.

All you dead boys; I’m a girl’s girl.

Who draws the shape and what bends it? A funeral pyre.
Press in deep and make it count.

All you dead boys; I’m a girls girl.

Pretty cool, cool. Pretty cool, cool.

Let me absorb as much as I can; Let this wash over me.

All you dead boys; I’m a girl’s girl.

J–E–N–O–V–A

Drone in the dark–We asked for everything present from
generation to generation, with no relation to the next.

Torture for a sense of progress.

Each time the sticky secretion slowly separating
–connectivity lost–
I have to put my fingers way up high to get any of the royal jelly.

The security alarm goes off, but there is no intruder.
Take the batteries out and come back to bed.

Your face caught in the green orb of night vision surveillance.
*A look of concern, but also ease*

Frame by frame, repeating and duplicating;
a sense of control.

100% CUTE

The dream of ruination–Telepathy!
The dream of ruination–of letting you feel me!

My conscious shared with yours / all lovers.

My flesh smells best with you on top of me.
–too slow too fast
–you bend I bow

And if i was true you’d see, you’d see me fall,
if i was you I’d leave and see me push apart,
if I was true I’d get what I want,
if I say to you to stop, don’t follow me!

Be still my heart, and let my shudder be of comfort.

Defeat, defeat, defeat me. I wither at the touch.
You bend I bow, and let my shudder be of comfort.

We can’t predict the feelings of others, but we can make it soft.
Defeat, defeat, defeat me. I wither at the touch.

SPEAKING UP

You’re gunna get fired! You’re gunna get fired, for speaking up!

Hey Tim: You wanna do what?
You want to take me where? What would your wife think?

You’re gunna get fired! You’re gunna get fired, for speaking up!

No I won’t get you a coffee 🙁 I’m your superior!
Keep your hands to yourself!
and quit pretending like that was your idea!

VAGABOND

VAGABOND
–excess sells
–over my dead body
–crawl to the whip
–mouth open, salted fingertip
–roll another

VAGABOND
–sweat and sex
–ridged open shell
–pockets empty
–keep driving
–no memory
–infinite spell

Turn me on;
Foreign body.

LOVE & OTHER LIQUIDS

Para mi amor, olvida estar perdido.
Un guía espiritual en cada cuerpo.

A meditation on the arrangement of our image:
*Body con, body conscience, body consent, body control*

I am youR smiling happy girl!

Flesh made of my image, flesh made my body,
flesh made of love and other liquids.

Chaos is swallowing your love.

Olvida estar perdido.
Un guía espiritual en cada cuerpo.
Para mi amor, olvida estar perdido.

MEDICINE

Human music on the intercom, play it again, play it again!

My sex life solved–Haloed lights and PURCHASED psalms.

I can’t recall my face, but i know i love you.

The aisle is a safe space with no name and no number.

MEDICINE, take it tomorrow.

Come, the water’s fine and the war is over!
Come crawl down the aisle and meet me there.
Trust me, trust me I’ll always buy.
Come, the war is over and the radios are all playing!

MEDICINE, take it tomorrow.

The War is over! The War is over!
The War is over! The War is over!
The War is over! The War is over!
The War is over! The War is over!

MEDICINE, take it tomorrow.