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STRANGEST BEDFELLOWS
Words and vocals: Maxine Syjuco | Music: A.G. Syjuco

We gotta burn down all those bridges
Untie all your stitches, honey
It just ain’t funny
We gotta make some
Neon plastic love right
Pornographic love sight
Drowning in the moonlight
Bistromatic Bunny
I’ll be your honey
Don’t need your money

I got some more twangs
Underneath these soul pangs
Ringing till our hearts bang
Gun in hand, your tongue slangs
Bistromatic Honey
I’ll be your bunny
Don’t need your money
Just call me "Honey”

Hello?
Are you there?
Can you hear me?
(I’ve got the gun)

Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
And when that bird breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
Cradle and— bang!

We’re gonna burn down with those bitches
Tongue-tied from their stitches, honey
Don’t think it’s funny
So let’s go make some
Neophiliac love sight
Cinematic love tight
Naked in the moonlight
Bistromatic Bunny
I’ll be your honey
Don’t need your money

I’ve got my own wings
Bending to my heart’s strings
Beating till your guns sing
Trigger-high, we’re firing
Bistromatic Honey
I am your bunny
Don’t need no money
Just give me honey

Hello?
Can you taste me?
Am I sweet?
(I’ve got your gun)
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
And when that bird breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
Cradle and all
STICKS AND STONES
Words and vocals: Maxine Syjuco | Music: A.G. Syjuco | Additional guitar: Julian Syjuco

Sticks and stones
Can break your bones
And rocks
Will surely kill you

See, his body had four windows:
Left, Right, Left, Right
And his heart had three doors:
Knock, Knock, Knock
While his mind had two floors:
Up, Down, Up, Down
And his soul had one hole
Yes, his soul had one hole

They say it was black as coal
Loaned on spiritual parole
Or maybe like a wishing well
He still had promises to sell

"But if his soul has one hole,”
she thought,
“well maybe, oooh baby,
maybe we can rock and roll”

Down by the ridges
They fell through the grass
Down by the ridges
They fell through the grass
Down by the ridges
They fell through the grass
Down by the ridges
They fell

Sticks and stones
They broke his bones
And rocks?
Well—

See, her body had four windows:
Left, Wrong, Left(,) Wronged
And her heart had three doors:
Slammed! Slammed! Slammed!
While her mind had no floors:
Fall fall fall fall
And her soul had two holes
Her soul had two holes

They say it was blacker than coal
Loaned on spiritual parole
Or maybe like a wishing well
She now had promises to sell
"But if her soul has two holes,
” he thought,
“well maybe, oooh baby,
maybe we can roll and roll”

Down by the ridges
They fell through the grass
Down by the ridges
They fell through the grass
Down by the ridges
They fell through the grass
Down by the ridges
They fell
X-Y-SEX
Words and vocals: Maxine Syjuco | Music: A.G. Syjuco

Why in the world
In the World of Why
Should we wine and dine
With the rhapsodies of sex
The Almighty Sex
Man and woman
Or man and man
Or woman and woman

If you may
Then you might
Why not write the story
Of a boy and a girl
Or a boy and a boy
Or a girl and a girl
Holding hands forever
Holding hands forever
Holding hands forever

If you won’t
Then I will
But why should we cry
Over histories of sex
X-Y-Sex
X-Y-Sex
X-Y-SEX

When the woes of the real
Are writing out our whens
While the whys
Oh the whys
Wretchedly unwind
All the virtues of our sins
Just like bleeding violins

So what comes next?
After sex?
What comes next?
After “(wh)y”?
What comes next?
z-z-z
z-z-Z
z-Z-Z
Z-Z-Z

So why in the world
In the World of Why
Do we wine and dine
For the rhapsodies of sex
X-Y-Sex
X-Y-Sex
X-Y-SEX

If you may
Then you might
Why not write the story
Of a boy and a girl
Or a boy and a boy
Or a girl and a girl

Madly in love forever
Madly in love forever
Madly in love forever

If you won’t then I will
But why should we try
To make sense of a lie
When the woes of the real
Are riddled by its widows
Weaving pillows with their woes
Reading pillows as their prose
While the whys
Oh the whys
Wickedly unwind
All the virtues of our sins
Amidst reeking violins

So what comes next?
After sex?
What comes next?
After “(wh)y”?
z-z-Z
z-Z-Z
Z-Z-Z
DEAR GEORGES (VOUS PETIT MONSTRE)
Words and vocals: Maxine Syjuco | Music: A.G. Syjuco

Dear Georges,
I’m writing this letter to tell you that it’s over.
I found it. Finally.
It wasn’t where you said it would be.
It wasn’t under the bed (where you said it had fallen).
It wasn’t in the cupboard, either (where you said it would be safe).
You little tease.
I asked you with a pretty pretty please.

Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît?
: ( )

:Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît?
:Non.

:Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît?
:Non.

:Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? :
:Non.

:Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît? : ( )

Give it back. Give it back.
Give it back, you monster.
Squeaky clean, all pristine,
I want it back, you thief!
Where’d it go? Where’d it go?
Give it back to me.
Squeaky clean, all pristine,
I want it back, you thief!

Vous petit monstre!
Vous petit monstre!
Vous petit monstre!
Vous petit monstre!

But please don’t worry, Georges
My Dear Sweet Georges
I won’t tell a soul (I promise)
About the way it’s somewhat misshapen now.
The way the scent of flowers makes it rot.
The way it aches and bleeds more often than not.
The way it’s managed to grow horns.
Oh, please don’t worry, Georges.
I’m keeping it locked away
in a box of thorns.

:Répondez s'il vous plaît?
: ( )

:Répondez s'il vous plaît?
:Non.

:Répondez s'il vous plaît?
:Non.

:Répondez s'il vous plaît?
:Non.

:Répondez s'il vous plaît?
: ( )
THE BRAINWASHERS
Words and vocals: Maxine Syjuco | Music: A.G. Syjuco

Crazy alphabetic hypothetic unapologetic politicians
Brainwashing all these idle idiomatic alphabetic unapologetic media whores
Pimping all their sticky theoretic sympathetic unapologetic social media fits
While killing our glazy symptomatic synergetic damn erratic suicidal overly-impressionistic wits

Everyone: #Lorem Ipsum dolor sit amet, malorum ancillae ne eum, an eirmod aperiam meliore mei. Sed no ferri bonorum
[inaudible]

Crazy alphabetic hypothetic unapologetic media whores
Brainwashing all these lazy anorexic hypothetic unapologetic plastic tweens
Drowning in their hazy theoretic sympathetic unapologetic pop star dreams
While breaking at their glazy symptomatic idiomatic damn erratic suicidal post-traumatic superficial seams

Everyone: #Lorem Ipsum ex tritani appellantur quo, mel cu sunmo
blandit inimicus. Sea vocibus democritum cuwkn ejf n
[inaudible]

WAKE UP!
Wake wake wake up!
Wake wake wake up!
Wake wake wake up!
Wake wake wake up!

So crazy alphabetic hypothetic unapologetic brainwashers:
Quit feeding us your lifeless epidemic unpoetic unapologetic detrimental schemes
Bathing in your filthy theoretic sympathetic unapologetic muddy murky streams
Or listen to our racy symptomatic idiomatic damn erratic suicidal post-traumatic now-apocalyptic screams
POLYAMOROUS SERIAL MONOGAMIST
Words and vocals: Maxine Syjuco | Music: A.G. Syjuco | Additional guitar: Julian Syjuco

Voices
Another strange town
Looking for a needy victim
To pin down

Dim lights, salted street
I walk into the bar, our eyes meet
Smoke

There’s a red house over yonder
I know I don’t know you
But if the sky is crying
Do you know what I wanna do?
Do you know what I want you to do?

Come closer
(Let me tell you)

Kiss me here and kiss me there
Kiss me everywhere
Kiss me here and kiss me there
Kiss me everywhere
Lay your head and lay it bare
I’ll take you everywhere
Kiss me here and kiss me there
Kiss me everywhere
Close your eyes if you dare
I’ll skin you everywhere
I’ll skin your lips
And skin you bare
You won’t go anywhere

Noises
Another strange clown
Need a new victim
To pin down

So dim the lights, salt the street
I’ll walk into a bar, our eyes meet
Smoke

There’s a red house burning yonder
Didn’t you hear?
They don’t call me "Little Wing” for nothing
And do you know what I wanna do?
Do you know what I want you to do?

Come closer
(Here I go again)

Kiss me here and kiss me there
Kiss me everywhere
Kiss me here and kiss me there
Kiss me everywhere
I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare
I’ll skin you everywhere
I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare
I’ll skin you everywhere

I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare)
I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare)
I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare)
I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare)
I’ll skin your lips and skin you bare)
THE PRINCESS AND THE PISTOL (CAN YOU FEEL THAT?)
Words and vocals: Maxine Syjuco | Music: A.G. Syjuco

Your pistol of death
I contain entirely
Between my lips
Breathe air into the barrel
Greet dust that leaks rust

Take wings of flame
The burrowing blame
What a shame, what a shame

Set fire as the sky is falling
Set fire as the rains are pouring

Each wet feather I caress then drop
Each wet feather I caress then drop
Each wet feather I caress then drop
Blind talons
See me soar again

Can you feel that?
I’m saying goodbye

Can you feel that?
I’m passing you by

Can you feel that?
I’m flying so high

Can you feel that?

I am not hushed by a fear of falling
As I kiss your broken wings
Your frozen repose
Your hollow voice of Gone
In an abattoir of None
Be the sun, be the sun

Take wings of flame
Burn the timid and the tame
Who’s to blame? Who’s to blame?

Breathe fire as my limbs are soaring
Breathe fire as the hounds go whoring

Each wet feather I’ll caress then drop
Each wet feather I’ll caress then drop
Each wet feather I’ll caress then drop
Deaf talons
Hear me roar again

Can you feel that?
I’m saying goodbye

Can you feel that?
I’m passing you by

Can you feel that?
I’m flying so high

Can you feel that?
LITTLE DEVIL GIRL
Words and vocals: Maxine Syjuco | Music: A.G. Syjuco

She was born a rose-- a lonely rose
"Don’t be afraid,” Mama plead,
"Roses are red, and though you are blue,
one day, a thorn-picking boy
will come for you.”

But it wasn’t a matter of waiting
That kept her wailing
For she knew in her heart
All the voices wouldn’t part

And they knew she was different
From the very start
So they burned her hair
Burned her hair
But the voices in her head
Still crept, and said:

One, two, buckle your shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Little Devil Girl

Some days we’ll lie to you
Some day we’ll come for you
Some day we’ll die for you
Little Devil Girl

Seven, eight, lay them straight
Nine, ten, bleed again
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve
Little Devil Girl

Sometimes she would dream
And in her dreams
She was someone else--
A flame that burned
But never wilted
(No one understood)

Till one day, she fell in love
And her dream came true-
She was now a flame that burned
(But never flew)

So they burned her hair
Burned her hair

: "Leave us for him if you dare”

See, the voices in her head
Still crept, and said:

One, two, buckle your shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Little Devil Girl

Some days we’ll lie to you
Some day we’ll come for you
Some day we’ll die for you
Little Devil Girl

Seven, eight, lay them straight
Nine, ten, bleed again
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve
Little Devil Girl
TENDERLY, SHE SAID
Words and vocals: Maxine Syjuco | Music: A.G. Syjuco | Additional guitar: Julian Syjuco

"Tenderly,” she said,
Like a thistle of blades and bones-
Be the breeze that sets me free

We can sing
Between strings and spaces
Empty whiskey glasses-breaking-
Till you touch me
(Touch me)

Without you,
I’m a cat
In Hell
Without a cross
So crucify me-
(but tenderly)

We were cast
By the will of the wind
Paper cranes
Origami oceans
Be the blades
To the sheets
That fold and fold and bind me

Then touch me

Touch me
(but tenderly)