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Sicily
02:43
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Sicily are you ready for this body?
In the heat I can only run so far
But run I do
Through the flutes
Through the stares
I'm taking off
I'm out the room
Drive me to the station!
Let me get away!
Drive me to the station!
Help me get away...
Who cares who started the game?
Having built this house
you should know why I'm reluctant to explain
Household are you ready for a shake up?
The rules say I can only run so far
But run I do
Through the flutes
Through the stares
I'm taking off
I'm out the room
Drive me to the station!
Let me get away!
Drive me to the station!
Help me get away...
Who cares who started the game?
Having built this house
you should know why I'm reluctant to explain
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Everything was level it seemed to them
What's possible, what's possible was opening
And dangerous, dangerous ideas start to trickle through
As time moves, time moves as it was meant to
And they let go, they let go of what they were holding
The break, the break in the wheel was dissolving
Transcendence was stood next to water
(There's no way I'll ever...)
There's no
There's no going back
There's no
There's no going back
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Run True
03:34
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Your surface
Sitting proud
Feel the edges with a toe
Stroke by stroke
Step by step
You have learned to move
You are told
You can be
Anything you choose
Stroke by stroke
You are filed down
Imperceptibly until
You run true
You run true
You run true
You run true
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No Fingers No Outlets
05:01
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Through broken up FaceTimes
She's asking for shelter
I've picked up an armful
And need somewhere to put all the care
You come through the crackle
And we exchange stories
But I'm desperate for contact
Here's a scheme we could try for ourselves
You light up my pocket
To show me a window
And thanks to your framing
I can see harmony on your street
But when cameras aren't rolling
I imagine her leaving
You just have to wait now
For your next nearly-guest on a bike
You light up my pocket
To tell me what happened
And all of the hopefuls
And the trees and the news couldn't watch
Powerless and with no fingers
No fingers
Powerless and with no outlets no
No outlets
And with no outlets
No outlets
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Asher:
Don't you come back for me
Don't you cone back for me
Don't you come back for me
Don't you come back for me
Don't you come back for me
Don't you come back for me
I won't wait for you
Rubie:
He tells you it's something that'll make you calmer
Skips the countdown
Transports you to the eighth floor window
You catch glimpses of other stories
But you're alone
They kindly bring you bread and water
It seemed like an obvious promise
Your protection
But it's contingent on the fates' kindness
Both:
Don't you come back for me
Don't come back for me
Don't come back for me
Don't come back for me
Don't come back for me
Don't come back for me
Don't you come back for me
Don't you
Aghhh Noooooo!
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Rubie London, UK
Rubie is a songstress, songwriter and producer from south London. Her work centres her unbridled trans voice; power ballads
for plotting queer escape.
Aside from her solo work, she also plays in Jenny Moore's Mystic Business (Lost Map Records) & feminist punk choir F*Choir.
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