1. |
Jupiter
03:31
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I drank up all the punch then I spit it all to hell
And my mind was playing tricks on me
And I tried to warn my friends that they would not come down
But my words, they swam into the sea
When I was just fifteen we went to the moon
And the man there said, "Closed, but do return soon"
So we ran to Jupiter, we ran around its rings
And we crashed into its moons but we learned all sorts of things
Like our minds are oceans as pretty as you know it
And they're filled up with creatures that are all sort of glowing
And the minutes went by, we had to say goodbye
But Jupiter, it won’t be long
And I drank up all the punch then I spit it all to hell
And my mind was playing tricks on me
And I tried to warn my friends that they would not come down
But my words, they swam into the sea
We were swept up in the comets
We couldn't make it home
We were thrusted to Mars
The fires burned a hole and our brains were ruined
The smoke filled our lungs
And we were sweating, almost sleeping
The pain has begun
And the fevers came on like the sun came out
And it wanted my life
I was too afraid to fly, yes, I knew it
It's not my time to die so please release me
Let me fly to the moon
And I drank up all the punch then I spit it all to hell
And my mind was playing tricks on me
And I tried to warn my friends that they would not come down
But my words, they swam into the sea
And I drank up all the punch then I spit it all to hell
And my mind was playing tricks on me (Playing tricks on me)
And I tried to warn my friends that they would not come down
But my words, they swam into the sea
My friends all skipped town but they keep reminding me
That any life can switch in a moment to a memory
Well, I’ve come so far from when I was knocked down
I'm climbing up now 'cause my soul was meant to be free
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2. |
Daughter
03:00
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10 years ago I cut my hair
And I changed my name as people stared
And I went on TV and I so did declare
That this is who I am, for anyone that cares
I didn't change who I am
I've always been a man
Still, it changed your world
But dad, I'll always stay your little girl
10 years ago, I know you had a hard time
And I tried and tried, cause I want you in my life
I'm just living true, no doubt in my mind
And these changes they take time you'll find
I didn't change who I am
I've always been a man
Still, it changed your world
But dad, I'll always stay your little girl
I know that you accept me as your son
But that doesn't mean your daughter ever did run
I'll always be close to you, no matter what
I love you and no doors are ever shut
I didn't change who I am
I've always been a man
Still, it changed your world
But dad, I'll always stay your little girl
I didn't change who I am
I've always been a man
Still, it changed your world
But dad, I'll always stay your little girl
But dad, I'll always stay your little girl
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3. |
Gender Binary (Fuck You)
02:54
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I’m gonna wear girls clothes when I want to
I’m gonna wear boys clothes when I please
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
For telling me
To fit inside your gender binary
I won’t fit inside your gender binary
I’m gonna break all the stereotypes you set up for me
All the stereotypes telling me I have to be manly
Well sometimes I want a beard but I won’t go on T
Cause I like my pretty voice, it just suits me
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
For telling me
To fit inside your gender binary
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
For telling me
To fit inside your gender binary
I won’t fit inside your gender binary
I’m gonna grow my hair real long
I know that pisses you off
Maybe it’s just ‘cause I’m a hippie
You all look the same, it makes me yawn, sorry to complain
But I just want to wear what fits me
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
For telling me
To fit inside your gender binary
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
For telling me
To fit inside your gender binar
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4. |
We're The Cool Kids
03:03
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(Ryan Cassata)
Keep it up
We can dance all night
Don't stop
We'll be winning this fight
Rise up
Till the sun comes up and the sun comes up
Keep it up
We can dance all night
Don't stop
We'll be winning this fight
Rise up
Till the sun comes up and the sun comes up
Cause we're the cool kids
We're starting this movement
We're the cool kids
You better get used to it
We're changing things and we're leading this movement
We're gonna prove it
That we're the cool kids
We're the cool kids
We're starting this movement
We're the cool kids
You better get used to it
We're changing things and we're leading this movement
We're gonna prove it
That we're the cool kids
Keep it up
We can dance all night
Don't stop
We'll be winning this fight
Rise up
Till the sun comes up and the sun comes up
Keep it up
We can dance all night
Don't stop
We'll be winning this fight
Rise up
Till the sun comes up and the sun comes up
Cause we're the cool kids
We're starting this movement
We're the cool kids
You better get used to it
We're changing things and we're leading this movement
We're gonna prove it
That we're the cool kids
We're the cool kids
We're starting this movement
We're the cool kids
You better get used to it
We're changing things and we're leading this movement
We're gonna prove it
That we're the cool kids
Keep dancing
Keep dancing
We're gonna show em up
We're gonna show em up
Keep dancing
Keep dancing
We're gonna show em up
We're gonna show em up
And we'll rise up
Woah
So keep it up
We can dance all night
Don't stop
We'll be winning this fight
Rise up
Till the sun comes up and the sun comes up
Cause we're the cool kids
We're starting this movement
We're the cool kids
You better get used to it
We're changing things and we're leading this movement
We're gonna prove it
That we're the cool kids
We're the cool kids
We're starting this movement
We're the cool kids
You better get used to it
We're changing things and we're leading this movement
We're gonna prove it
That we're the cool kids
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5. |
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So you're lost
'Cause you can't be
Everything you wanted before you turned twenty
So you give it all up
For something that you think that you need
A false sense of freedom in the pride of not being clean
Since when does bare feet make you a warrior of peace?
And you sacrifice
Your originality
And you sacrifice being genuine for something you can't be
And now
You got no plans
Except begging for a paycheck so you can please your 'rents
Since when does bare feet make you a warrior of peace?
Since when does bare feet make you a warrior of peace?
The other day I heard a homeless man groan
He said: "Why in the world would streetkids take my home?
They carry so much stuff that we can't get for free
And the citizens give them money over me
And now I can't eat
And now I can't get a forty
And now I can't eat
And now I can't get a forty
And now I can't eat
And now I can't get a forty
Since when does bare feet make you a warrior of peace?
Since when does bare feet make you a warrior of peace?
Since when does bare feet make you a warrior of peace?
Since when does bare feet make you a warrior of peace?
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6. |
FAKE LOVE
03:12
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Fake love, I give up
I been fucking with my ex too much
She been fucking with my head too much
Giving me all that, giving me all that
Fake love, we break up
Still fucking with my ex too much
She been fucking with my head too much
Giving me all that, giving me all that
My friends think she’s crazy
I think she’s spacey
She’s got me up in heartbreak crying like a baby
Begging her to stay with me
When all she does it play with me
Imma need some therapy
For the shit she say to me
I been moving on
Pretty boys on the dance floor
I’mma take him home and show ‘him how my heart roars
I’mma make ‘him scream … show him all my abilities
I said I want a queen but that don’t mean that it’s a she, yeah
We on the come up and the world is gonna know it
Hippie movement for the modern day, and a poet and the know it all
You see my at lowest but I’m far from a fall now
She can’t break them all, no
Didn’t Come to shows, no
I ain’t gonna be alone on the side stage
I’ve seen that blonde baby shouting out my name
He knows how to praise and I Caught him with my gaze, yeah
He can drive the fast lane
Hundred miles, okay
Fake love, I give up
I been fucking with my ex too much
She been fucking with my head too much
Giving me all that, giving me all that
Fake love, we break up
Still fucking with my ex too much
She been fucking with my head too much
Giving me all that, giving me all that
My exes hit me up for credit, it’s okay I kinda get it
What if its all over Reddit?
You can say your account has credit
But inspiration don’t get you nowhere
My attorney knows I’m the only writer on here
No, I don’t believe in ghostwriters
Just believe in coattail riders
Lit cigarettes with gold lighters
If They coming for me I’ll be in designer
I wrote a song that you inspired
And if you don’t like that
Why you’d date a songwriter?
Why you’d date a songwriter?
Iv’e been moving on
Pretty boy on the dance floor
Iv’e been singing songs
Pretty queen on the dance floor
Iv’e been moving on
Pretty boy on the dance floor
Iv’e been singing songs
Pretty queen on the dance floor
I ain’t gonna be alone on the side stage
I’ve seen that blonde baby shouting out my name
He knows how to praise and I caught him with my gaze, yeah
He can drive the fast lane
Hundred miles, okay
Fake love, I give up
I been fucking with my ex too much
She been fucking with my head too much
Giving me all that, giving me all that
Fake love, we break up
Still fucking with my ex too much
She been fucking with my head too much
Giving me all that, giving me all that
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7. |
Starfucker$
03:04
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Starfuckers, I know who you are
You want the coin and clout and cars
Starfuckers, I know who you’re with
I need a queen baby, ain’t no basic bitch
“Oh shit, you’re the guy that sings
Congrats on this, how’s your tour been?
I think I seen you in Billboard
With your plaques and awards
Hey man, I knew you when
I mean I forgot you ’til now
I ain’t doing shit, but I thought I’d reach out
I see you rising, sorry for all the time I stayed silent
And the days that my words got violent
I should have picked you in gym class
Put you on my team, instead of picking you last
But anyway, can give me a lift?
Or a shoutout? Hey man, my girl likes your music
I owe her a gift…would you mind signing this?
I haven’t listened yet, but I swear I will soon
Can you put me on a track?
Since I knew you from school?
Anyway…it was cool running into you”
Starfuckers, I know you are
You want the coin and clout and cars
Starfuckers, I know who you’re with
I need a queen baby, ain’t no basic bitch
I got interrupted somewhere on the Westside
Entered the digits and slipped inside
It’s not always what it seems
He made a plan to sell us all out
Only wears name brands and was chasing clout
Said he’s the only one with the keys
Psychedelics, designer drugs
Gold chains on their necks, and smoke in their lungs
None of them watching where they sleep
Money brings out the monsters inside
If you ain’t at the top, you’ll feel like you’ve died
Who do you have to fuck to get free?
Who do you have to fuck to get free?
Who do you have to fuck to get free?
Starfuckers, I know who you are (I know who you are)
You want the coin and clout and cars
Starfuckers, I know who you’re with (I know who you’re with)
I need a queen baby, ain’t no basic bitch
Starfuckers, I know who you are (I know who you are)
You want the coin and clout and cars (yeah, yeah)
Starfuckers, I know who you’re with (I know who you’re with)
I need a queen baby, ain’t no basic bitch
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8. |
Magic Miracle Mile
04:03
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Dogs running around the apartment
I think he misses his friends
My face pressed to the carpet
Seeing how far I could bend
Didn’t think this was the end
Would have dressed better
We could go on and pretend
But we know better
I’ll be hanging on for a while
Making magic in the miracle mile
If you want to drop me a line
I’ll be waiting up by the door
Looking at the letters hit the floor
In case you drop me a line
Been stocking up on garbage
Landfills under my еyes
I can’t water a garden
Whеn I’ve run the well dry
Didn’t see this one coming
Would have worked out a bit more
Didn’t see this one coming
Would have stayed on the shore
I’ll be hanging on for a while
Making magic in the miracle mile
If you want to drop me a line
I’ll be waiting up by the door
Looking at the letters hit the floor
In case you drop me a line
Drop me a line, drop me a line, drop me a line drop me a line
Drop me a line, drop me a line, drop me a line drop me a line
Self-tattoos in the quarantine
Seroquel and sex and a pipe dream
Through a heartbreak and I’m still clean
Getting stronger from anxiety
Springsteen, new sneaks, Uber Eats, Supreme
Psychotherapy, are you still mad at me?
I did everything on your list
I gotta be at the top of your greatest hits
I’ll be hanging on for a while
Making magic in the miracle mile
If you want to drop me a line
I’ll be waiting up by the door
Looking at the letters hit the floor
In case you drop me a line
Drop me a line
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9. |
Bedroom Eyes
03:04
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I’m not ready to be somebody's baby
Cause it's been a hard year
But after that, when it's all been said and done
I'll come running
I'll come running
I'll run
Cause after all, I always get so weird
At this part in the winter
And I can't even tell if that was true love
I felt when I kissed her
Don't you ever
Don't you ever
Trust a boy
With bedroom eyes
Don't you ever
Don't you ever
Cause it's a ploy
I tell my mind
Cause I can't even trust myself
When it comes down to the wire
And I've been known to sprint
Right before I catch fire
Don't believe
I don't know where I'm headed
Or what my plan is this time
I'm trying to keep my head
Well above my shoulders
To ease my worrying cry
Cause after all my flaws have been exposed
She still kinda likes me
But I'm not used to being loved
So I don't know just how she'll mind me
Don't you ever
Don't you ever
Trust a boy
With bedroom eyes
Don't you ever
Don't you ever
Cause it's a ploy
I tell my mind
Cause I can't even trust myself
When it comes down to the wire
And I've been known to sprint
Right before I catch fire
Don't believe
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10. |
Bamboo Plants
03:40
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Fucking with a guitar that won’t stay in tune
I left my good one in my bedroom
Haven’t been home in a while
Stopped showing up at my job
Had a talk with God saying that’s not want my heart wants
I think He’ll figure it out
I’m sure I’ll make it some other way
I'll make it some other way
Mail is piling up at my front door
All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
I think they’ll figure it out
Think they’ll figure out
Old Judy's waiting on the porch to hear my sound
I remind her of her granddaughter that she’s lost to a different crowd
She says she’s stuck drinking tall cans overseas
Old Judy don’t you know that alcohol is a disease?
And It still rattles me, it still lives inside of me
I think she’ll figure it out
She'll figure it out
I think she'll figure it out
Think she'll figure it out
Mail is piling up at my front door
All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
I think they’ll figure it out
I think they’ll figure out
Panic revealed on your kitchen floor
You hold me close, say it makes you love me more
And that my wreckage won't make you run
Our dogs are howling in the yard
As I'm star gazing laying on a plastic lawn
If you come closer...I bet I’ll make you come
I think you’ll figure it out
You'll figure it out
I think you'll figure it out
You'll figure it out
Mail is piling up at my front door
All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
They’ll figure it out
I think they’ll figure out
They'll figure it out
I'm sure they'll make it some other way
They'll make it some other way
I think they'll figure it out
Like I figured It out
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They said take that hat off
You can’t wear your hair short
You’re just a little child
And you’re too young to know yourself
When you grow up, you’ll want something else
Don’t let your thoughts run wild
They told me to stay pretty faced
Don’t you change what God creates
You’re our Sarah Belle
Don’t you pick a new name,
That’s not what your mama gave
Or you’ll be by yourself
Hold on, hold on
I don’t belong, I don’t belong
I’m so scared, and I’m so blue
And I’m holding on so tightly, I’ll tell them off politely
And the going gets more rough the longer I stay true
Sometimes you just gotta put through
I guess it’s something to get used to
They said share your story
Come on, say one thing
That you wish you knew
The wisdom from your now days
From the marches and the pride parades
But have you seen the news?
How did you make it?
How’d you stay so patient?
When the laws attack?
And what about this legislation?
Will my family embrace it?
Or will they have my back?
Hold on, hold on
You belong, you belong
I once was scared like you
And I held on so tightly
I told them off politely
And the going, it gets easier the longer you push through
It’s just something people like us get used to
It’s just something you’re gonna have to get used to
Hold on, hold on
You belong, you belong
I once was scared like you
So hold on so tightly
Tell them off politely
And the going, it gets easier the longer you push through
It’s just something people like us get used to
It’s just something you’re gonna have to get used to
It’s just something people like us get used to
It’s just something you’re gonna have to get used to
Hold on, Hold on
You belong, you belong
Hold on, you belong
Hold on, hold on,
You belong, you belong
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on
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12. |
Hands Of Hate
04:04
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Oh, Misses Shepard
I heard about your son
He was filled with glory until hate's gun
And he cried at that fence like a scarecrow, afraid
As those boys beat him dry with the hands of hate
And Lawrence King never saw ninth grade
Before that bullet was forced into his brain
By a bully, a madman
A classmate of rage
Just at fifteen, young Larry was sent to his grave
And we join together in the arms of faith?
Can we join together and learn not to hate?
And we join together in the arms of faith
Can wе join together and be onе human race?
Our friend Tyler was forced off of a bridge
After his roommates filmed and outed him
Making love to another the same sex as him
And the only sin that God saw
Was the roommates killing him
Poor old Jamey always smiled and thrived
But as the slurs went on, he couldn’t stay alive
And he took his own life on a cold September night
And the bullies admitted that they wanted him to die
And we join together in the arms of faith
Can we join together and learn not to hate?
And we join together in the arms of faith
Can we join together and be one human race?
Did you think about how his mama would cry?
When she was forced with goodbye?
Did you think about his papa when he died?
How will they survive?
And we join together in the arms of faith
(One people, One nation, One world, With only room for love)
Can we join together and learn not to hate?
(No power, No war, No hate, There's only room for love)
And we join together in the arms of faith
(One people, One nation, One world, With only room for love)
Can we join together and be one human race?
(No power, no war, stop hate!)
Oh, Misses Shepard, I heard about your son
He was filled with glory until hate's gun
And he cried at that fence like a scarecrow, afraid
As those boys beat him dry with the hands of hate
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Ryan Cassata Los Angeles, California
Ryan Cassata (he/him) is an award-winning singer-songwriter, actor, performer, published writer, LGBTQ+ activist, and transgender motivational speaker.
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