There’s a thread for favorite songs and one for great lyrics on the message boards, and today – well today, this is the one for me. It’s becoming a theme song for me, since I just got told on a trans-partners list that I have no right to complain about Betty’s transness because I knew she crossdressed when we met.
Well you know, fuck that. I’m going to listen to this over and over again so I don’t have to choke anyone.
“Stop Whispering”
And the wise man say I don’t want to hear your voice
And the thin man say I don’t want to hear your voice
And they’re cursing me, and they won’t let me be
And there’s nothing to say, and there’s nothing to do
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
And the mother say we spit on your son some more
And the buildings say we spit on your face some more
And the feeling is that there’s something wrong
Because I can’t find the words and I can’t find the songs
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Can’t remember what it is
It doesn’t matter anyway
It doesn’t matter anyway
Thanks, Thom.