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  <title>standing on a star unstable</title>
  <subtitle>I am the same, and the same name still I keep.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Mer</name>
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  <updated>2024-05-16T05:27:45Z</updated>
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    <title>de-gendering song lyrics, randomly</title>
    <published>2024-05-16T05:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2024-05-16T05:27:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Oh hello. I wonder when and if anyone might read this--my friends feed is utterly empty. But sometimes you just want to write something down, and not chop it up into a million tiny bits. Facebook is (all but) dead to me, this is farrrrr too little to start up a blog for, and geebs, I could go through the long list of why every other platform is not suitable, but why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://genius.com/Boiled-in-lead-robins-complaint-lyrics"&gt;&amp;quot;Robin's Complaint&amp;quot; -- as sung by Boiled in Lead&lt;/a&gt; is a song I enjoyed a lot as a youth with a lot of internalized misogyny. Nonetheless, as I was puttering around my writing retreat room this morning (Gladstone's Library in Wales for future me), I made it refer to men out of a sense of that--then I realized it works best genderless, if you just want to enjoy a song* about a person who clearly needs to think about the trauma-bound folks that they end up attracted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Beware of the people who grind up folks' hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;They chew the four chambers and spit out all the parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;They paint their faces with such Byzantine arts**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;And leave you used up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Beware of the people who promise blue skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;There's tornado warnings in the back of their soft eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Like a weather forecaster, practiced in their lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;They'll leave you a disaster in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Beware of the people who open like fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;You can plow all the furrows and count up all your yields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;But then John Deere comes by with their newfangled wheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;And leaves you with the children in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* if I recall the liner notes, the lyrics are based on (or taken whole cloth from, I've never been sure) a Jane Yolen poem, but I feel like I must be mis-remembering that. Certainly, my brief searching came up with no answer to that. This is because Google sucks now and I lost patience to try other things. I'll look it up when I'm back home... in ten years, when I stumble across my stash of CDs in storage.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p&gt;** alternate line: they paint the future with such grandiose arts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(original binary rewrite was &amp;quot;they paint their future with such masculine arts&amp;quot; but that makes actually less sense)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mer&amp;ditemid=592418" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-01:143365:468</id>
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    <title>Holding Places</title>
    <published>2009-05-05T03:38:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-05T03:40:07Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Your places.  Let me hold them for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still holed up at LJ: &lt;a href="http://fairmer.livejournal.com"&gt;http://fairmer.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mer&amp;ditemid=468" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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