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Armed For War

from Love in Tyburn's Shade by Without History

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Armed for War

Loss hangs in stagnant air
Grief lies like crushing stone
Our love a haven from their brutish world
Our touch unladen with their priestly fears

Of cock and cunt and hands and ass
And mouth and lips and throat and tears
We fuck through grief that tears at heart
We fuck through fear of hangman's art
As desperate as the prick in my ass
As needy as the breast in my mouth
We huddle together in fear of the dawn
We all cum together to get through the storm.

Tommy will die by the rope in the morning
Dried cum on my face will run with my weeping
The bastards decided to murder some mollies
And we can feel close as we fuck just to spite them
We can do nothing to rescue our lover
But the knives of the surgeons will never defile him
We'll take up our blades and our cudgels and courage
And take to the streets ferocious and always

Armed for war

The morning after
The crowds, the cold
The fog, the lust
At Tyburn told
Cunts are groped
And pricks are sucked
A lust for blood and flesh confused

We stand grim faced with our cudgels and knives
Aloof from the crowd, our purpose defined
All eyes on the gallows, the cart drawing near
Our lover stands straight, his eyes full of fear

No words for the crowd, no remorse only loss
He knows that our love is more powerful than god's
A hood and a rope, a stool kicked clear
A moment of darkness, the snap heard clear

No time for grief
No space for fear

Slash to the left, slash to the right
Skirts arc out, blood sprays cold
Faggot war cry, screech of rage
The crowd scrambles clear
Parts like the sea

His body cut down from the gallows
Thrown down like trash as the king's men stand clear

"He's ours!"
He called me Sally and held me as a girl.

"You'll see me as woman as I tear out your throat
"Address me as a girl as your blood gurgles out
"These stays and these skirts are no strangers to blood
"His body is ours, his body is ours!"

They turn and they flee and leave him in the mud
The anger of a Molly more terrible than god's
We collect him and nurse and carry him home
Tommy is ours to have and to hold and to mourn.

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from Love in Tyburn's Shade, released April 15, 2022

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Without History Wales, UK

Without History is one trans girl, her bass guitars and her looper. Exploring trans history through neofolk and post punk inspired music these songs try to imagine the lives of our trans ancestors in all their messy queer detail.

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