"People Are Small / Rapture" lyrics
(feat. Imara Jones, Mojo Disco, Ceyenne Doroshow & Voices from the NYC Trans Oral History Project)
People are small (People are small)
People are small (People are small)
People are small
People are small (People are small)
People are small (People are small)
People are small
Eyes are falling
Lips are falling
Hair is falling to the ground
Slowly, softly
Falling, falling
Down in silence to the ground
All the world is falling, falling
All the blue
From me and you
Tear drops falling to the ground
Tear drops
I'm talkin' 'bout your tear drops
For instance, oh my mama
She's been falling down for quite some time
Oh my papa
He's been falling down for quite some time
And oh, my friends
I've watched them falling
Falling softly to the ground
Like the leaves
Falling down in silence to the ground
Is this the rapture?
Is this the rapture?
Cities and places, just like people have memories, and because trans people have been here for such a long time there's a memory of us. There are places and space for us. It's not enough, it needs to be more. I want there to be space for us everywhere.
Is this the rapture?
I would describe my gender as something that is very holy, something that is very sacred, something that I have fought for
Is this the rapture?
So many of my friends are no longer here that it's almost staggering. I don't go to gay pride because it almost breaks my heart that all of these people that I had in my life - and when I say all, there was a point in time where every week I was going to a funeral. Every week I'm hearing some horrible horrible story of girls dying from either silicone or the virus. And- all of it was surrounded by ignorance. It was ignorance that caused people not to get help.
Is this the rapture?
So vulnerability means... I equate it to being a rock on the beach and the waves crashing on it, drowning it, but crash- like hitting it until it becomes supersmooth. And like every phase of my life growing pains like when I... growing pains is being vulnerable with myself. That's what's actually happened. Like I become smoother, opened up to my own self so deeply, so honestly so like, crushingly that there's nothing left except like honesty.
People are small (People are small)
People are small
People are small (People are small)
People are small (People are small)
People are small
Eyes are falling
Lips are falling
Hair is falling to the ground
Slowly, softly
Falling, falling
Down in silence to the ground
All the world is falling, falling
All the blue
From me and you
Tear drops falling to the ground
Tear drops
I'm talkin' 'bout your tear drops
For instance, oh my mama
She's been falling down for quite some time
Oh my papa
He's been falling down for quite some time
And oh, my friends
I've watched them falling
Falling softly to the ground
Like the leaves
Falling down in silence to the ground
Is this the rapture?
Is this the rapture?
Cities and places, just like people have memories, and because trans people have been here for such a long time there's a memory of us. There are places and space for us. It's not enough, it needs to be more. I want there to be space for us everywhere.
Is this the rapture?
I would describe my gender as something that is very holy, something that is very sacred, something that I have fought for
Is this the rapture?
So many of my friends are no longer here that it's almost staggering. I don't go to gay pride because it almost breaks my heart that all of these people that I had in my life - and when I say all, there was a point in time where every week I was going to a funeral. Every week I'm hearing some horrible horrible story of girls dying from either silicone or the virus. And- all of it was surrounded by ignorance. It was ignorance that caused people not to get help.
Is this the rapture?
So vulnerability means... I equate it to being a rock on the beach and the waves crashing on it, drowning it, but crash- like hitting it until it becomes supersmooth. And like every phase of my life growing pains like when I... growing pains is being vulnerable with myself. That's what's actually happened. Like I become smoother, opened up to my own self so deeply, so honestly so like, crushingly that there's nothing left except like honesty.
