lyrics
Keep my eyes shut, but keep my heart wide open
Lost in the dark, but still we just keep hopin'
Dear Brenda Lee, you're neither gone nor forgotten
Just like the reign of mighty Akhenaten
I wanna know--will you show me?
Oh, please don't go--we had a date
Oh don't you know? I'm lost and lonely
Before you go--say I'm your friend
Deep in her mansion down in Southern Florida
(That's what I really wanted, that's what I really wanted, that's what I really wanted, yeah that's what I really wanted)
She's toasting her earnings and the southern border*
(That's what she really wanted, that's what she really wanted, that's what she really wanted, is that what she really wanted?)
Dear Brenda Lee, we are your sons and daughters
But I wouldn't tread into your holy waters
So eat your heart out, Brenda Lee
My prayers to your family
Sorrow in my tender breast
I'm sending you and yours my best
Oh, I do
do
do, do, do
do-o do do do
*I RARELY clarify lyrics, but I want to make it clear: I'm talking about the border where Mexico meets the United States, where a lot of the Southwestern music I weirdly associate with Brenda Lee comes from. I'm talking about a space of cultural meshing. I am not--nor do I tolerate, in any way--the notion of a divisive, totalitarian apparatus that this current excuse for a government seems to define as a border. And if you support ICE or the border in that sense, 1. this probably isn't the album for you, and 2. go fuck yourself heartily, you inhuman monster.
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from
Monstrous Birth,
released March 14, 2020
(Samples of Brenda Lee's "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree", used for artistic/parodic purposes. I don't have the rights, and so this track cannot be used in any commercial setting or way. It's just a work of love towards Brenda Lee and her peers; I'd write one about Betty Hutton if I felt capable of that.)
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