Trauma Queen

by Slut Magic

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1.
Tequila to go One eye open Hot pink lipstick She’s locked and loaded mascara on the run Are you a user? a classic abuser? You laugh at her pain You dealer of shame Watch your back She’ll hunt you down chorus: Trauma Queen blood on her sleeve Trauma Queen Don’t fall asleep Trauma Queen Blood on her sleeve Trauma Queen (Hey!) In combat boots with nothing to lose she’s closing in sweet justice rides She’ll make you face your ugly truth Are you scared? You ladykiller alone in the dark your naked wrongs Her weapon drawn You scream in vain Chorus Are you a user? a classic abuser? You laugh at her pain You dealer of shame Watch your back She’ll hunt you down Chorus
2.
Help Me 02:31 video
high school auditorium crowded seats i want to call you, then you're there slouched down as we approach ugly, fat, and strange i led you in the dark creaking wood something changes something changes something changes, something changes something changes beckoning sat down beside acrylic pale pink nails across my shirt across the fabric of my shirt tickling and painful across the fabric of my shirt tickling and painful tickling and painful, tickling and painful, tickling and painful help me, help me tickling and painful help me, help me tickling and painful help me, help me help me, help me help me...
3.
Picnic Day Saturday Picnic Day With 25 of my closet friends it's picnic day and i don't have that many friends but if i did i wouldn't bring you to picnic day got a bag from trader joe's well there's not enough alcohol in all of brooklyn to make me want to join you on picnic day saturday (x4) picnic day and they're my pretend friends and i don't even want to go
4.
DayQuil 03:32 video
My body vibrates Under water Covered in sweat Eyes wet and heavy Put my head down On the table (x2) And maybe it’s the DayQuil But you look really good to me Maybe it’s the DayQuil But you look really good tonight Stayin up all night Coughing Stayin up all night Throat is raw Stayin up all night Next to you Every inch alive And maybe it’s the DayQuil But you look really good to me Maybe it’s the DayQuil But you’re a dream to me Listening To your dreams Clouds between my ears Hands are hot Feet are cold Cheeks are red and rough And maybe it’s the DayQuil But you look really good to me And maybe it’s the molly But you look really You look really You look really good
5.
No safeword to make it stop No aftercare when our knees go raw No way out when it feels all wrong God is a bad dom We can’t ask questions and we can’t take breaks We definitely can’t masturbate No matter what we do he’s still irate God is a bad dom As long as we go to him and pray He can kill us and that’s okay None of us subs ever get a say If we use our own judgement Or have fun and don’t repent He’ll strike us down without consent cuz God is a bad dom He brings all the punishments Whips, tortures, excommunicates And when it’s done the guilt remains God is a bad dom Tell all of your darkest sins To perverts who fuck with kids Don’t you worry he forgives! No safeword to make it stop No aftercare when our knees go raw No way out when it feels all wrong
6.
salsa red walls salsa red walls hand-painted gold stars on salsa red walls square mirrors flowers above wooden twin bed my ex bunk-bed next to salsa red walls salsa red walls my writing on the bookshelf hearts and your initials my writing on the bookshelf hearts and your initials boom box next to my head next to salsa red walls my writing on the bookshelf hearts and your initials my writing on the bookshelf hearts and your initials boom box next to my head next to salsa red walls Spinning back and forth in the mirror All my secrets under my pillow Spinning back and forth in the mirror All my secrets under my pillow And the Salsa red walls
7.
Gnat 04:20 video
I'm tired my head hurts i feel hungry then your smell a slight tingle then your smell a warmth in my belly my eyes close i'm falling my leg jerks walls disappear I fall through them where do i put my hands? your fingers transmitting a flash of heat a warmth in my belly wavering in and out conscious of my subness i'm a gnat flying nearby i'm a gnat unseen
8.
Show Me 03:43 video
Show me your mess and I’ll show you mine tear it open I wanna see your inside mine is smeared with gross mistakes hangovers, power moves, and sticky floors Chorus: Show me your mess Show me your ugliness I wanna see you tear yourself apart Show me your mess Show me your ugliness I wanna see your insides My days stretched on passionless nights so much television trying to distract I walked on eggshells everyday hiding from the wrath hiding from myself Chorus The mess unfolding before my eyes looking at my hands swimming in denial sickness I didn’t want to see I couldn’t stay by your side I ran away Show me your mess And I’ll show you mine tear it open Show me your mess And I’ll show you mine I wanna see your inside Now I’ll show you everything My stupidity mistakes and vanity Everything broken inside of me Show me your mess
9.
How does this city exist? By the skin of its teeth I don’t know where the key is we can’t lock up I don’t know where the key is we can’t lock up Where the key is Cheap fantasy Cheap fantasy Sadboy psycho Sadboy psycho (x2) Your pocket explodes Bills everywhere artistic decay You run back for a lighter to the car for a lighter you already had Sparks everywhere Smoke everywhere Sadboy psycho Sadboy psycho Cheap fantasy Cheap fantasy Sadboy psycho Sadboy psycho We follow you to the river in the grey city light Open field Open your eyes Smoke everywhere In the grey city light Open your eyes Open your eyes Sadboy psycho Sadboy psycho Open your eyes Open your eyes Sadboy psycho Sadboy psycho (Cheap fantasy Cheap fantasy Sadboy psycho Sadboy psycho…)

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This is the second full-length album from the Brooklyn glitter-punk outfit Slut Magic, and this record comes in toxic-green vinyl. While the group still fancies itself DIY, Slut Magic is under a quasi-gag-order from producer Alexander Almgren to “stop using that term—you guys aren’t DIY anymore.” Trauma Queen may be confidently regarded as the catchier, shinier, and hotter sibling of 2018’s In My Mouth.

credits

released October 30, 2020

All songs written and performed by Slut Magic copyright 2020

Vocals & Violin: Emma Sky
Drums: Shannon Zakarison
Bass: Sir Marc Hall
Guitars & Sax: Hot Boyfriend
Additional vocals by Annabelle Martin, JJ Martin, Rayce, Chris Heffernan, Lauren Ritter
Trumpet & Trombone: Stephen Goldberg

Recorded at No Chill Studios in Brooklyn NY
Mixing/mastering by Freshly Baked Studios
Trauma Queen character image by Taylor Denby
Visuals by Frankenstein Creative
Special thanks to lysergic acid diethylamide, the Catholic Church, and the City of New Orleans

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"All those pretty, bi-looking people back there must be the Slut Magic crew."
- overheard at Slut Magic show

Slut Magic is an angsty, sonic make-out session from Brooklyn, New York. MIT, the World Health Organization, and your mom all agree that Slut Magic has the most attractive fans in the world.
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