Rasgueo Riot

Here is Rule Twenty-Two,

bleeding on the track: Cutting our hair,

never looking back! Taking our space when the room gets too thick,

Knowing the silence is heavy and tricky.

Purple eyeshadow and sneakers so fast,

Shedding the skin of the ghost in the past.

Tomatoes and arugula waiting at home,

While we rule this unhinged kingdom alone!

{flamenco nylon arpeggios racing over punk kick-snare} Here is Rule Twenty-Three,

pressing on the source: Love is a verb,

not a bandage of course.

If they don't love us,

then what was the game?

We run the table and we forfeit the shame!

Finasteride whispers, progesterone streams,

Rewriting the wiring straight from our dreams.

At one-seventy-eight beats per minute we rise,

Seeing the truth with unblinking eyes!

{distorted punk chords weaving through nylon fingerpicking} Here is Rule Twenty-Four,

scaling up the wall: We write them right out just like Annie

Hall! Kathy Bates fury and Stephen King ink,

Stronger and smarter than they'd ever think.

*Un, deux, trois, quatre* — feel the endocrine tide,

Leaving the old broken pieces outside!

{swelling synth pads under whispered cadence} You broke me big time,

it's funny and I'm laughing,

baby! You think I'm alright,

but I'm actually batshit crazy!

Un-hinged, scaling all these walls,

I've gone within, Both the writer and the monster where the stories

begin!

From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the bio-hypnotic rhythm called Tiguidou!

{stadium punk explosion with flamenco handclaps} Laying down jazz-inflected grooves on the

floor, Sliding right through an unbuilt,

future door. Snapping the rhythm with style and with grace,

While we put glitter all over our face!

(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every hormone ablaze!) We are walking right

out of the masculine haze!

Soft skin, sweet breath,

and a blossoming chest,

We didn't just study — we over-excelled and confessed!

{jazz-inflected grooves shifting to unhinged sovereignty}

Absolute

feminine sovereignty.

Absolute unhinged bio-magic.

Tara, Captain Quinn, and the

hyper-tuned crew.

{blazing flamenco strum fading into warm unhinged pulse}