1. |
We Are
03:33
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-Verse 1-
Who said that womyn's only creation is pro-creation?
Too busy to produce art with the age-old task of reproduction
Well forget that, I don't want to see you
Trapped in the cage of child care
I want to hear you play
I want to hear you sing
Not bound to men with rings
I want to feel your art
I want to know your soul
A womb does not dictate who you have to be
Women exist beyond the hole
You are more than just a reproductive machine
-Chorus-
You are! You are!
-Verse 2-
I'm no Kathleen Hanna or Poly Styrene
But who are they anyway?
They're just people too
Two girls in a world of millions
Who just knew what they wanted to do
They're not the queens of the neighbourhood
(I'm not a royalist!)
They're not the leaders of a movement
(I am an anarchist!)
But we can take some inspiration and a big sharp knife
And carve out our existence in whatever shape we like
We can follow in their footsteps or walk our own road
Just so long as we all know who's in control!
-Chorus-
We are! We are!
-Bridge-
We are put down!
But we are survivors!
We are breaking through!
These chains that bind us!
We are strong!
We are united!
We are different!
But not divided!
We are angry!
We are queer!
We are unavoidable!
And we are here!
-Chorus-
We are! We are!
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2. |
Sober Up
04:54
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-Verse 1-
He's an activist but that doesn't matter
When he has a drink his politics are shattered
'Cause he is not thinking straight
Except when it comes to her
So he likes her and he wants to get to know her
But he's thinking with his dick so he'll never know
How it feels to be approached by some random bloke
Who forgot the meaning of consent with his last pint!
-Verse 2-
Seven months later and she can still remember
His name, his face, and his number plate
Just like it was yesterday
Still justice never came his way
The club lights, disco beat, dancing feet of the wasted
The memory's so strong that you can almost taste it
The blood on her face
Dealt by his drunken fist
So drink the fuel of domestic abuse and have a great time!
-Bridge 1-
So much time and so much money spent
On something that causes so much harm
Then we should be just a little more critical of
What its doing here, here in our arms
If we're so radical and we want to change the world for good/choose our own adventure
Then we will have to change ourselves
'Cause there's no way we can destroy the master's house
If we're all drunk on hypocrisy, using the master's tools
OF CONTROL! TO SEDATE! US ALL!
THROUGH VIOLENCE! and RAPE CULTURE! WITHDRAW YOUR SUPPORT!
-Bridge 2-
And I know that it's not your fault
(And it's not your intention)
But every time you drink the black and purple flag it falls
(Just a little, just a little, just a little)
-Verse 3-
And i'm still surprised
It doesn't come to mind when you're
Having so much fun and the DJs on
But you, you know that this space is no longer safe
(I'm sure you're great when you're not staggering all over the place)
But you can't account for who you are when you're drunk!
-Outro-
No you really can't, 'cause you're drunk, you're drunk
I don't like it when you're drunk
I won't be your friend when you're drunk
You're not my comrade!
Sober up!
How can you break the state if you're taking it's prescription
Downing it's poison, drunk on it's sedative?
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3. |
Meu Samba e Meu Sol
04:01
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-Verse 1-
Você empolga com o meu Brasil
Diz quanto admira meu samba e meu sol
Quantas frutas exoticas voce provou?
Você sabe quem foi que plantou?
Eu sinto saudade do cotidiano
Há tanta riqueza em nossa cultura
A riqueza da lingua, seus ritmos quentes
E o Pixinguinha? O que voce entende?
-Chorus-
My samba, my sun
Don't take them from me
My samba, my sun
They are the ones
-Verse 2-
Você não se importa com a minha vivência
Do Brasil pra cá, a luta que eu enfrento
A sua cultura é melhor que a minha?
Não se importa com o que tem por dentro
Você coloniza nossa identidade
Toda nossa terra, nosso povo bamba
Quer levar a alvorada do morro
Mas não vou deixar voce tirar meu samba
-Chorus-
My samba and my sun
Don't take them from me
My samba and my sun
They are the ones
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4. |
Gray-A
03:36
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-Verse 1-
No love, no soul, no fun, on my own
Don't make assumptions about me
Because you don't know!
Nowhere to go, nothing to be
Don't try to tell me that i, that i don't exist!
-Chorus-
And if you don't agree
Or you just don't believe
That this could be real
Look at me!
-Verse 2-
Yes! I still feel happiness and its real
I want to be in love with everyone
'Cause that's the best deal!
For me
Maybe i'm in risk of becoming a meme
Or exhausting an 'A', 'A', 'A', 'A', 'A' cliché
But i'm gonna have my cake and eat it
Have my cake and eat it
Eat my cake!
Despite your lack of faith, i'm a Gray-A!
-Verse 3-
You want me to please, “no thanks”, “cock tease!”
I never even showed you any interest
-Chorus-
And if you don't agree
Or you just don't believe
That this could be real
Look at me!
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5. |
Mons Veneris
03:22
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My place for all growing desires,
A wilderness of ideals past and present.
It's history engrained within piercing hands,
It's readiness in my trembling body.
Too many words try to define it,
Too many tongues ready to deny it.
A decision to make,
an action to take,
to reclaim what has always been mine.
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6. |
Silence Game
02:44
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-Verse 1-
We are silenced by being told we are aggressive when we speak up
Silenced by not being allowed to express ourselves
Silenced by being told how to act, how to be-have
Taught how to hide and not love the rage that we felt
-Chorus-
We are silenced by being told there is little to gain
I won't be playing this silence game
-Verse 2-
Silenced by being told how to act from childhood,
Silenced by being forced to perform their binary,
Silenced by science, the media, society
Silenced because in HIS STORY its all the same...
-Chorus-
We are silenced by being told there is little to gain,
We won't be playing this silence game
No!
-Bridge-
I am dynamite, yea you, you can't defuse me
NO WAY! NOT NOW! The timer's ticking and you've HAD YOUR TURN!
-Chorus-
We are silenced by being told there is little to gain,
We won't be playing this silence game,
For we will speak up & out again & again,
Then it's anarchy & freedom that we will gain.
For we will speak up & out again & again,
For we will speak up & out again & again
For we will speak up & out again & again
For we will speak up & out again & again
& again & again & again & again...
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