'MAdOrAble Flowery Parts' by Mad Faith & TheMany✨ Radical Plurals.

Hailing from France, Mad Faith & TheMany – Radical Plurals describe themselves as a collective of neurodivergent, queer, and trans story-singing performers sharing one vessel. As singers, actors, and performers, they create and share original texts and songs – committed to creating positive, non-stigmatising visibility for the queer–crip world, with a particular focus on experiences of dissociation. At the heart of their practice is a drive to raise awareness of the intersections between anti-ableist struggles and anti-patriarchal, alternative ways of existing and loving. 

Featured here are the lyrics from three of their songs, with the third song presented in its English translation as well as the original French version. 

Image by Cat's Eyes Photography

LONE WOLF

There was a lone wolf in a cold blue landscape 

Ripping off in pieces the cycles of days 

The skinny carnivore with no rabbits left 

Was howling for help, was howling his pain 

You freed that wolf 

With your Faeryness 

You freed that wolf 

From his loneliness 

Since you’re in the picture, Faery Godmothers 

Throwing all your dust into the wild wind 

Since you dance around making him dance too 

Feeding him with love, no more anger-storms 

You freed that wolf 

With your Faeryness 

You freed that wolf 

From his loneliness 

And now that he knows you, now that he can see you 

Flying all over the sky, crowding in the world 

He got to the strange point of understanding 

That you’ve always been there, and always will be 

You freed that wolf 

With your Faeryness 

You freed that wolf 

From his loneliness 

Now he’s still a Lone Wolf but the landscape has switched 

From the cold blue mountains to a hot red beach 

And the Wolf has seen so so many colours 

That he finally leaves the rabbits in peace 

You freed that wolf 

With your Faeryness 

You freed that wolf 

From his loneliness 

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GALACTIC SHELL

I want to lick again your whispers, 

they taste like honey-spread on a galactic shell 

They make me grow turboreactors, 

and I feel like I could travel through hell 

The skull that lays between your boobs,  

staring at my heart when we kiss 

This jade piece of art on the loose,  

reminder of many deaths to come 

I want to lick again your whispers,  

they taste like honey-spread on a galactic shell 

They make me grow turboreactors,  

and I feel like I could travel through hell 

Those circles hanging down your ears  

silvery shiny doors to your neck 

Those endless ways back to your body,  

leading my kisses from you to you again 

I want to lick again your whispers,  

they taste like honey-spread on a galactic shell 

They make me grow turboreactors,  

and I feel like I could travel through hell 

Those fabrics covering your spaceship,  

skirts and dresses or jumpers the same 

Following your moves from hip to hip,  

lightening desire in my flame 

I want to lick again your whispers,  

they taste like honey-spread on a galactic shell 

They make me grow turboreactors,  

and I feel like I could travel through hell 

All those items sacred to me  

surrounding your tremendous beauty 

Are precious as objects can rarely be,  

but I prefer them off, un-covering your body 

I want to lick again your whispers,  

they taste like honey-spread on a galactic shell 

They make me grow turboreactors,  

and I feel like I could travel through… hellll…  

Hahahaha… 

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THE LOVE TEMPLE

My Hopes are always flying high 

Living in a sunny mountain 

Above the clouds they're out of sight 

They never know what happens here 

My Fears are swimming in the depths 

Living in a dark cold abyss 

Under the bellies of big whales 

They never know what happens here 

I am building a Love Temple 

Here in between my Hopes and Fears 

'Cause when they go out and about 

They need some quiet place to meet 

I want to build it big and strong 

So if they fight it will stay still 

Containing their brightest energies 

Calming them down by not moving 

I want to build it resilient 

With a few walls made of cuddles 

And big windows made of kisses 

Turning the sunlight into love 

I am building a Love Temple 

Here in between my Hopes and Fears 

'Cause when they go out and about 

They need some quiet place to meet 

The walls are there the windows ready 

There is no roof there is no floor 

That is because each is a door 

From which Hopes and Fears can appear 

I've been working hard and I'll keep going 

Seems like the work will never end 

I keep throwing magic cushions in 

They hide and wait twiddling tassels 

I am building a Love Temple 

Here in between my Hopes and Fears 

'Cause when they go out and about 

They need some quiet place to meet 

We are building Love Temples 

Here in between our Hopes and our Fears 

'Cause when they go out and about 

They need some quiet place to meet…  

LE TEMPLE à L’AMOUR 

Mes espoirs volent dans les hauteurs 

Sur une montagne ensoleillée 

Derrière des nuages légers 

Sans savoir ce qui se passe ailleurs 

Mes peurs nagent dans les profondeurs, 

vivant dans des abysses obscures 

Sous le ventre de baleines mûres 

Sans savoir ce qui se passe ailleurs 

Je construis un temple à l'amour 

Entre mes espoirs et mes peurs 

Parce que quand elles vont faire un tour 

Un espace paisible est de rigueur 

Je le veux grand et bien campé, 

Pour rester fort en cas de conflit, 

Contenant leurs brillantes énergies 

Les calmant par sa fixité 

Je le veux résilient jour après jour 

Avec des murs fait de câlins 

Des fenêtres faites de baisers malins 

Qui transforment la lumière en amour 

Je construis un temple à l'amour 

Entre mes espoirs et mes peurs 

Parce que quand elles vont faire un tour 

Un espace paisible est de rigueur 

Les murs sont là, les fenêtres sont prêtes, 

Pas de plafond, ni de plancher 

Ils sont devenus les entrées 

Laissant peurs et espoirs apparaître 

Ce travail est dur, et dure toujours 

On dirait bien qu'il est sans fin 

Je jette des sorts comme des coussins 

Qui se cachent et attendent les beaux jours 

Je construis un temple à l'amour 

Entre mes espoirs et mes peurs 

Parce que quand elles vont faire un tour 

Un espace paisible est de rigueur 

Nous construisons des temples à l'amour 

Entre nos espoirs et nos peurs 

Parce que quand elles vont faire un tour 

Un espace paisible est de rigueur…  

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