Gone Fishing - Róisín Murphy

An uncommon sense

Close to abandonment

Learning, discerning

The difference between do or die

Each step taken away from

A place of hopelessness

Takes me closer

To building another kind of family nest

There is no inclusion for those stigmatized

Nobody close to us ever recognized

Only exclusion for us out there

Only delusion fuss and despair

An uncommon sense, woo-hoo

So beautifully dressed, woo-hoo

In a moment of realness, woo-hoo

I fear I could be fearless, woo-hoo

Destitute, out on my own

I had to run this far from home

The children of the damaged and unkind

My new friends are like-minded

It’s a mechanism of surviving this

The children of God, the children of LaBeija

Found a place to express my soul

Won’t go on in the shadow’s hold

So I’m going to the ball to get my prize

Expensive things are the cheapest thrill

No such thing as overkill

Will we live on?

The children of LaBeija?

There is no inclusion for those stigmatized

Nobody close to us ever recognized

Only exclusion for us out there

Only delusion fuss and despair

If Paris is burning

Then just let (just let) it burn

The youth are (youth are) very discerning

Till you tear them apart (tear them apart)

You can’t stop the children (children)

It’s easy to mock

This form of survival instinct

Why should I stop?

And uncommon sense, woo-hoo

So beautifully dressed, woo-hoo

My mother’s mistake, woo-hoo

My father’s heartbreak, woo-hoo

Young birds who are flightless, woo-hoo

Become birds of paradise, woo-hoo

And the practice of realness, woo-hoo

Feels so surreal