We were married on a rainy day, isn't that how the song goes? I wore black jeans and codeine, I guess I wanted to make sure I seemed “relaxed”.
“It's just for contractual reasons”, I explained, signing the papers, as if I truly believed that a contract was further from the institution than the industrial happiness complex.
In the year of love I signed a deal with patriarchy. Now watch me step into the place where you can see me: Look at me. You think I'm different but I'm a stagehand. Look, it's there, under the ring, the imprint on my skin.
A year later I'm on stage when a man proposes to a woman right in front of me, in the middle of a song I thought I knew what was about.
I am holding a disco flashlight. It is meant to make the audience feel like multitudes of colours that belong to nobody in particular, that they share between their bodies, but now all it does is light up a proposal, a normcore institution. I am giving it my voice, but then again, I already did.
In the year of love I did what I never thought I would, and you may think I'm different, but listen, all contracts can be sung with my voice, I'm just a stagehand. Look, it's there, under the ring, the imprint on my skin.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
