Body of Work

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Original Release Date: December 12th, 2012.
Re-release Date: December 12th, 2015
Format: Single Disc LP
Available Formats: Digital Only

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released December 12, 2012

© The House of Augustine, 2012 / House of Creation, 2013-2014.
Produced, Composed, Arranged, Performed and Engineered by S. Poole except where noted.

All tracks recorded and mastered at Seraphic Gate Studios and The Tea Shoppe Studios in Phoenix, Arizona.

Photography and Art Direction by Daniel Funkhouser. Used with permission.

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The Doyénne (born Syeed DiJon Poole) is a prolific openly gay Black American music producer, songwriter, singer, lyricist, performance and recording artist whose work spans from alternative hip hop, R&B and Electronic Dance Music. Based in Phoenix, AZ, the artist is looking to develop his brand as well as his talent for future recordings, performances, appearances and collaborations. ... more

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Track Name: Black Queen
I am the Faggot and I go retard
Give me a beat and I'll work it hard
Give me a dollar, and I'll work this pole
Give me some more? We might play alone

I am the Faggot that they came to see
I'm the lady-boy who starts the party
Two bottles down, and now I'm feelin' cunty
I need a man to take me home.

I like my sex bareback and raunchy
Don't give me no more, this Patron is naughty
Fuck these hoes, yeah, they talkin' 'bout me
Cause I put it on ya' man, now he can't get off me

Yeah, we dancin' hard right in front of your face
You tried to read me, now I'm throwing you shade
Do you know where you are? Bitch, you gotta ride?
Africa, Africa. Black Queen, Strobe Lights.

Black Queen. Strobe Lights.
Black Queen.
Black Queen. Catwalk.
Black Queen.

I came to dance.
I came to drink.
I came to smoke.
Don't need to think

Don't give a fuck.
Fill up my cup.
We on the edge
Of nowhere

I am the Queen, you know, the kind you like
I know you like me cause you grindin' on my booty
Why you do me like that? Why you do like that?

I am the Queen, sho' ain't the Virgin Mary
It's 2012, wait, if you gay, you can't marry?
Why, Republicans? Why you hatin' like that?

We on the South Side. We here to party.
I am the leader. I brought Bacardi.
I can be trite, entertainment, party.
I can be artsty, but tonight, I'm dumbin'.

We comin' from the North cause we the fuckin' party
I am the leader, bitch, bring some forties
I bring the cunt, and ya'll put your hands up
Four o' clock. Four o' clock. Black Queen. Night Life.

Black Queen. Night Life.
Black Queen.
Black Queen. Lasers.
Black Queen.
Track Name: Party Girl
Celebrity. I'm a... wild bitch. Heels up.
Boys come. Talk stuff. Gas them. Dance on.
I'm the girl with the drink by the floor waiting for my song to play
All the boys wanna dance, they don't ask, because they worry about what I'll say
Say ma'am. Say please. No need to descend to ya' knees.
I'm a good girl. Transvestite. How to? Guidelines.
Guidelines? Sidelines. All these lil' cunt tricks giving side eye
You wanna be me but you won't admit it.
My pussy is a drug and you hoes can't quit it

I am your party girl. I am your party girl.
Put your hands in the air if you're feeling alright
Put your hands to the sky if you're feeling fine
I am your party girl. I am your party girl.
Pat your press a few times for the girls who wait
Shake your ass a few times for the girls with change

Girls wanna talk but they won't go over
Boys wanna talk but they won't come over
Girls wanna fuck but they won't go over
Boys think they wanna fuck but they won't come over

I am the queen. Grand duchess Doyenne on the scene.
I say this 'cause I see 'em cower, you'se a weak bitch, it ain't even after hours
Fuck last call. We car-bar. Sip drinks 'till six in the mourn'.
You mad 'cause we still drunk. We having a good time and you're coming down.
Where are the men in this town? There's nothing but fembots all around
If you wanna have fun, holler, no dollars, just dance on the thump-thump
Kick drum and a clap, that's all it take
It's Saturday, no shade, no debate
Hand me the baton, I'm the Party Girl
Lead the troops, let's take this downtown.

Downtown. I party downtown.
Like a rich white woman. I party downtown.
Track Name: Telekinetic
Here are some words. Over a beat.
Here are the ruby red heels on my feet.
Here is the band. The one in my head.
Here is the shit I could be doing instead
Here is a song. About You and I.
Here is the fact that we've never been this high.
Here is the fade out. Girl, I'm just playing
Here's all the words that I don't hear you saying

I'm telekinetic when I smoke this
Telekinetic, telekinetic

Those are feelings that I could do without.
Here's the dryness creeping into my mouth
I think I love him. But he don't love me
Here is the heart that he stole, he's a thief
This sweater is cashmere. My real name's Amir.
It's not, I'm playing but I'm off topic, umm... here
Here are the times we'll forget ever happened
Here is the gun I used to teach them a lesson

(What?) Put ya' hands up and shit.
Track Name: Android
Haut Coutoure. My decor.
Digital crime. Mechanical.
The dance floor. Belongs to the Queen.
But I see you wanna party too. I'm the blunt, boy, you smoking me

There's bass in the speakers, You gagged on my sneakers
Or maybe my system. Or maybe how I party.
Download my data, Look me up.
Google me. I'm infamous. A movement.

I know you wanna see me work (work) my body
I'm an Android, Android, Beautiful Biodroid
You betta' work me out, you betta' work me out

I'm at the front of the line. Because I lead the crowd.
I'll pay the bouncer in lies. Thank me, now we're all inside
The floor spreads out to a circle. I stand in the middle, I'm in trouble.
Rescue me. I'm a dancing queen. Party Girl, in the midst of the scene.

Around six, it's boring, We stumble out, it's morning
My aviators are on. I don't like the sun
I'm primed up, on alcohol. Party fuel, last call was at two.
Did you have a good time? Did you party up? I got my life, can I go home witchu'?


(Chorus)
Track Name: C'est La Chaleur
Smoldering, withering, Draw me out, I desire a taste of you
Sickness, complex turns to obsession, I learned my lesson but I still want a taste of you

Dance closer, grind in time with the gabber drum.
When we're dancing the light directs, you the chosen one.

Hips move elastic, I smile, your fuck's now on my brain
Cum mix, we copulate on a higher plain

Fire, fire, fire, Fire, Fire
I don't need no water let my throat burn, burn
Sex, sex, sex, fire fire, burn bitch
You're got my full attention, please make the most of it

My style is soft and cunt. You wanna steal my funk.
Willingly, I gave it up, you dance meticilous.
You move like you da' best. I expected nothing less.
You feel that bump bump. Drop it low, follow the kick and

I wanna be your lover, even for a moment
The heat of your body's baking me, I'm a muffin rising
Glitter pink mentality, all black at a white party
Come over here, dance on me, hands up, we're cumming

Ejaculate on dance floors, DJ spins a little more
It's five in the morning, I'm still dancing and I want more
A Queen atop Nintendos, Touch me bitch, I'm glamour
Yeah, I wanna fuck but don't pull my track, I'm not a whore

Bitch is a term of endearment, wear it like a medal
Fag is a cigarette or bunch of sticks, so light it up
light it up, light it up, c'est la chaleur
You did not do your homework, you must brush up on your French

Did you do your homework?
Brush up on your lingo!
Track Name: Naked
Unshielded vulernability
I'll get you off if that's what you please
Touch my bare body
Nudity, if you just please

Strip me down and get me naked.
Strip me down (Hey!)

I want your hands all over my thighs, thighs, thighs
I'll dance for you, if you'd like me to try, try, try
The way I ballet is amazing, I'll dance for you
This is a private show and it's only for you, you, you
I find the fashion restricting. Too flashy, no one's listening
My skin's insatiable, I'm poised to make you feel incredible
Don't fret, I am the scene, I am the dance floor, I am the Queen
Things won't change, we'll just get closer, nothing between us but air and lotion

Strip me down and get me naked.
Track Name: Razor Blades
All the boys wanna be the Doyenne.
I'm the baddest bitch that there's ever been.
You think you're sexy? I think I'm about to read you.
Take off your shirt. Let me evaluate you.

Break.

Ooo bitch, I'm razor blades.

Your mind is leaking. Your mind is bleeding.
You didn't know that this bitch is what you're needing.
You want this rhythm? You want this style?
You seem to forgot I'm the mother, you're the child.
So take your medicine. Pediatrics.
What you're lacking is three minutes of this next shit.
I am the Doyenne. That means I been here.
I've done this shit for years. Why were you listening?

You're throwing shade. Please stop hating this.
You're throwing shade.
You wanna be this bitch? You can't be this bitch.

Ooo bitch, I'm razor blades.
This beat will cut you.
I'll snatch out all ya' weave.
Fuck yo' ponytail (you're throwing shade, I'll rip it out)
See me in the parking lot.

Razor Blades!
Track Name: Inches
Yes, I'm late, CP, Chronic Puff Puff
I shouldn't came, all these boys look a joke, joke
It's ten o' clock, why haven't we started?
I need the beat to get retarded...

I am not a hero. I'm just a white girl looking to wobble low
I wanna shake right here, swing my bootie hole
Find the flyest mutha' fucka' with the cornrows
Leg up, slide it vertical, rawr, rawr
Paprazzi, take a picture, I'm Gaga
Make the other girls gag because I told ya'...

Don't care 'bout ya' riches
You better pay me in inches
Don't care bout ya' bitches
You gon' pay me in inches
Don't know if Mentioned?
That you can pay me in inches
Here's your new mission
Deliver me eight inches
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7- 8

You can't buy me drinks? You can't buy me gas?
You can't dance for shit? Okay, I'm over it...
...I'm not shallow, I just want you to hit bottom
Bottom, I'll be, for the right dick, thick, cut
I came to partay and that might mean a forty
Damn, you can't even buy me a Mickeys?
Fuck it, fuck me, lay pipe homie
I wanna dance with eight inches of pepperoni
I'll make my ass drop... if whatcha' talkin' 'bout...
is congruent with my plans to ride it nonstop
I'll go to your place, skip the tour, bedroom?
I wanna get mine, you more than free to get yours
Let's begin. You need to take ya' clothes off.
Lights out, I'm behind you, holding on, see...
I am a thief, stick 'em up, yeah, the dick too
Don't turn this rape into a murder, just kidding, boo
Track Name: Cunt Stunt
I am on a mission for all of your attention
Give me a minute and this dance floor will be glistening
Known to steal shine or your drink when you ain't lookin'
Bust a sick vogue step to keep these bitches lookin'

Let me introduce myself, I need no introduction
I'm the girl you dreamed of, the one with something extra
Take a number, get in line, the show is just beginning
I'll dance with all the boys who came to mess around, win

This floor is a runway, welcome to my fashion show
I'm the super model bitch, all of them are extra hoes
Pay ya' compensation, this is my position
Surrender your attention, I'm changing your dimension

Why would I want eyes on me? Because it's makes me cunty
Haters energize me like a Monster drink, pay me
Endorse me, encourage me, thanks bitch for nothing
Cunt stunt, fall out, time to work for something

Time to work for something, Believe in it or fade away
I am your Doyenne, for a fuckin' reason (hey!)
This is now my stage (hey!), let the haters chat it up
Dance freely, live this, Fuck your validation

They told me that I couldn't get down
So I burned that motherfucker down
So I burned him down
So I burn
Track Name: A Queen in Plain Sight
Seamless in the sea of same
Shadow in the darkness, black throughout
Devoid of superfluous charm
Outrageous still, simply without one's crown

Disguised as a pauper even though you're divine
The skies cry, you have not been home in some time
A God inside, wrapped in mortal robes
Diminished, peasant like, a Queen in Plain Sight

We were looking for you, my liege
We were searching for your majesty
We were looking for you, my liege
We were searching for your majesty

The times are dark
The children cry
We're so lost
Did you die?

Should we wait for your reincarnation?
When will she rise?
When will she cross the spirit bridge
Into our deprived lives?

We were looking for you, my liege
We were searching for your majesty

Where were you when we needed you
We needed a monarch to lead the war
We needed a God Sent, we needed a celebrity
We needed something to worship, O lord, We needed your majesty

We needed you, my liege, but you were hiding in plain sight
We needed you, m'lord, and you were right before our eyes,

Our Queen in Plain Sight, you hid away from us, We saw but we didn't see, so we cried
Woo, woo, woo, Where could you be (Take Your Crown, Woo)?

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