Lyrics: Ani Kampe
Music: Ani Kampe
Dear Amephrey,
I met someone at the end of a dirt road
on a hill overlooking the coastal forest
He was leaning on his scooter
Mild scent of gas
from an old Honda Zoomer
My skin was tinted green by the glow of his eyes Minding my reactions now, I think I’m calling for a tutor
Dear Ontario,
this year my heart went bankrupt
I’m outgrowing eye contact
You need to confide in a stronger stranger
But prepare to see!
Frisk all the explanatory models under your tongue Prepare to bring your own narrative in danger
Amephrey,
I’ve heard that queer peers help each other
to some sense of superiority
Introduce me to your kin, the bold
Nobody’s ever
gonna reward my bros for their unsurpassed self-control For clinging to definedness,
to one aesthetic throughout years foretold
No Ontario,
I won’t let you fetishize simplicity in peace
I go to sleep so close to electricity
I surf on my tongue in its shadow
How dare you speak
of the sensibility that you and your bros deem taboo just because it’s inaccessible to you?
But Amephrey,
I looked back at him!
Out of that handsome place he could have made
the air race across our skin. Be nice,
oh but be honest
I’m merely some corporation’s attempt at being human I mean you kind of are the machinist here
You must have some advice
But Ontario,
which tutor would I be to you?
A queer parent rooting for you at an easy distance?
Or a soon-to-be accomplice pioneering your new-paradigm pleasures? This binary inquiry
and the mutiny laughing at it makes me anxious
I find myself reduced to appreciative features
Amephrey,
why this need to know?
A process hasn’t got to be guided
by the uncovering of what could go missing
Oh but let your questions be physical
I’m the longing tech in a provincial park – listen;
So open to my life renewing –
for decisions reaching out from your nervous system
No Ontario,
I say risk the confident quirk at the buffet then!
This person offered you carrots,
and now you’re wondering what to make of it
Then risk sitting down
Here's to the art of spotting a dick balancing a crowd
Here’s to staying around to remind his ulterior motives to come out and have at it