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Uneducated

This song was created for Game of Bands round 106 : "Sex Ed"

Lyrics:

[Pretext: This song tells the dark story of a woman whose upbringing in a religious society meant that no proper sexual education was given.]


The blinds are shut. In lines of girls. The lights are dimmed.
An old and wrinkled woman quietly wheels an Emerson Vintage 13 inch.
She whacks a chiping meterstick, and all the plaid skirts, seated, jump.
The screen distorts. Then it focuses. It fills our faces with light.
Around a line of combed heads, I see her fiddling with the dials.
In this tiny and unsteady box, I make eye contact with my older self and she says…

Don’t touch yourself or your hands will melt off in a puddle on the floor and
Don’t touch others or your eyes will shrivel up and land in a pile on the floor
Purity is a new box of shoes. Abortion is a kick in the chest. Your urges are bad.

The blinds are open. In lines of girls. The lights are on.
A fit and smiling woman in my skin and pajamas runs circles in my brain.
The red bell rings loudly, and we reach down to grab our bags.
The room erupts in sound. Then silence. The door is locked.
Beyond the noise of the bus, I focus on the streaker in my mind, myself.
In the disarray of my mind, I see myself skipping in circles and she says…

Don’t touch yourself or your hands will melt off in a puddle on the floor and
Don’t touch others or your eyes will shrivel up and land in a pile on the floor
Purity is a new box of shoes. Abortion is a kick in the chest. Your urges are bad.

[Exit]

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