IN A MAN'S WORLD/ BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT MEN

IT'S HER FACTORY
by: gang of four

Items 
daily press 
views to suppress
Subject story on the front page: suffering from suffrage
Title 
unsung heroine of Britain 
position to attain
Housewife heroines 
addicts to their homes
It’s her factory 
it’s her duty 
it’s her factory
Paternalist journalist
He gives them sympathy 
because they’re not men
Scrubbing floors they’re close to the earth
In a man’s world they’re not men
In a man’s world 
because they’re not men x4
In a man’s world in a man’s world
A little of
a lot keeps them happy
Avoid the answers
but keep them snappy
That’s all

SHINY KEEN PAGEANTRY

But the air dreams again
and she is disentregated
into circles.
Only that shiny dust
Is left to the shadows:
Perpendicular glitter -
dim fragments of those pale girls.



excerpted from "Bleeders" posted 4/9/2010

Fuck Me Running

carnal.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KIM GORDON

I love the way you make my ears bleed. Keep it up, baby.

Walk You To My House

I get fever in my veins when the vision of this woman enters my mind.

MAGIC TAPES - The Mysteries of the Horse

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MAGIC TAPES is the side project of Sister Midnight and Rhiannon Finley. Rhiannon is 8 years old. She brings the imagination while Sister M keeps it raw and steady.

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Audio: John Cooper Clarke: Evidently Chickentown, UCD, 1981.

You Fucking Wait, You Fucking Wait

You must get a psychic stain
Coming up
Behind Me
Thinking of those high heat wavelengths
you are
Sure to break some numbered bones
that way.
Too bad
the cracks in your eyes see

the truth.

Bleeders

Blankets of dust
Collect from sitting in stale corners 
Untouched
To be swept up
Like a dirty thing 
Maybe a compass
Or a clock beating 
Every minute 
Of every hour
Of every letter
Of every dirty word
And tortured 
tousled
Thrown in with the peasant trash
Wilted and scratched down to
Bleeding scabs of unsatiety
But the air dreams again and she is
disentregated into circles  
Only that shiny dust
Is left to the shadows
Perpendicular glitter - 
dim fragments of those pale girls.