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Me Too
02:36
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I want to write about #metoo but I don’t know where to start
I’ve so much rage inside feels like it’s tearing me apart.
I think of all the times that I’ve been felt up on the train
and every time a story breaks I relive all the pain.
And I don’t know what to say
To make the patriarchy go away
And I don’t know what to do
‘cept raise my hand and say #metoo
In bars in pubs in fields in clubs, Men’s hands upon my arse
Erections pressed against my back When I’m just trying to get past.
And you say we’re all humourless, that consent is too complex
But it’s really not that hard to say ‘would you like to have sex?’
And I don’t know what to say
To make the patriarchy go away
And it’s not all men I hear you cry
But it’s yes all women is my reply
it seems like every single day
One more abuser’s got away
With acting in an awful way
(breathe) all that you can say is that’s a shame
I liked his early work
He never seemed like such a jerk
The woman sounds a bit berserk
Maybe she's just doing it for attention
And I don’t know what to say
To make the patriarchy go away
And I don’t know what to do
‘cept raise my hand and say #metoo
When we're leered at on the bus
You think we shouldn't make a fuss
But you don't know what's best for us
If you’d ever asked I'd say
Every day I’m just so sad
I’m absolutely fucking mad
Everything’s so fucking bad
I just don’t have the words to do it justice.
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2. |
I Want to Get A Cat
03:21
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I want a room of my own
In a house that I don’t share
I want to paint my walls
Have a drain not clogged with someone else’s hair.
I want some furniture
More than just one chair
I want to build some shelves
I want to get a cat and it's not fair
That two years wages still won’t get me there
I want to grow some herbs
Have a fridge all to myself
And a dishwasher
I want more than just one freezer shelf
I want to have a bath
Or at least a nice long shower
Electricity that lasts
Put the heating for more than just an hour
And maybe I could even grow a flower
But the market's fucked
If you don't want to rent
Fifty thousand pounds
Only gets you ten percent
Tories fuck the youth
Though their voter base is dying
They have far more properties
Than anyone needs
I'd really like a lounge
Where we actually just lounge
Instead of run our companies
And eat and live and all that's in between
I want to finish work
And sit in my own space
Don't want to make small talk
Or have blazing rows about the chores
Let's have a night with no-one slamming doors
I want to change a fuse, and do some DIY
Put up picture hooks, replace the floor, and fix the pipes.
I want to be house proud, take responsibility
But every mark I make gets inventoried
I want to put down roots, think about a family
One fixed address, so they can come and stay with me.
I pack my life in boxes almost annually
And start again from nothing, forgetting all these dreams
I want a room of my own
In a house that I don’t share
I want a place to call home
I want to get a cat and it's not fair
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3. |
Pentagrams and Hexagons
03:26
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The universe exists inside the centre of a bubble
the air it wants to shatter with a sigh.
White hot tear drops launch out from my cheekbones, unforgiving,
Carve paths for stars that burst out of my eyes.
Pentagrams and hexagons
And Hieroglyphs and decagons
A Synaesthetic vision with
kaleidoscopic sound.
Paint the air with keystrokes, brushing patterns on the ceiling
I heard the carpet calling when we dived into the ground
Hand trails of this moment follow quietly adjacent
Wrapped up in a waveform, no desire to be found
Pentagrams and hexagons
And Hieroglyphs and decagons
A Synaesthetic vision with
kaleidoscopic sound
And The sky is on fire
Diamonds fall so far, so fast
Lucy whispers in my ear
her smile splits like broken glass
The air burns ablaze
Pulse beats through the universe
I turned to take her patterned hand
But everything was fireworks
Of pentagrams and hexagons
And hieroglyphs and decagons
Her synaesthetic vision made
Kaleidoscopic sound
Of star systems in dancing lights
And heavy breakbeats bleeding bright
Her chemical shift paradigm
My one fixed point in space and time
The universe exists inside the centre of a bubble
The air it wants to shatter with a sigh
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4. |
Dreaming
02:35
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5. |
HB481
04:18
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Welcome to the world
Though I would advise you it's not safe out here
Sorry baby girl
even if you change your mind, this world don't care for you
take your first breath
everybody crying, laughing, you're alive for now
How long will that last
Suddenly you bleed and the whole world flips up-side-down
There's a branding on your womb
Property of USA government, it's true
They don't teach you this at school
Born to be a birth machine, it's all you're wanted for
Raise your hand, if you're fucking terrified
They'll strap us in the Chair, your fetus or your life
They don't give a shit, if we live or if we die
that beating ball of cells, means more than if we could survive
I know you're only just thirteen,
or Twenty six or forty five or somewhere inbetween
Now there's a target on your back
From predators to senators to medical professionals
Welcome to the world,
Where old white men with privilege get to make the law
Sorry baby girl
Even if they impregnate you, you're the one to blame
No time to breathe
Two weeks late, some fucker forced himself on you
Now you have to pray
that you have the strength inside to see this through
Abortion means imprisonment for life
They might try to kill you and it makes no fucking sense to me
Even if the doctors say you'll die
Your life amounts to nothing if you're growing one inside
Raise your hand, if you're fucking terrified
They'll strap us in The Chair, your fetus or your life
They don't give a shit, if we live or if we die
that beating ball of cells, means more than if we could survive
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6. |
Catcalled In Victoria
03:00
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Hey guy on the side of the road
Don’t open your mouth, I want to go home
Hey guy standing there with your mates
Forget all your words cus they fill me with hate
Hey guy getting up in my face
I don’t care about you just my personal space
Hey guy with that beer in your hand
You’re way out of line and I don’t understand why you
Think it’s so acceptable
To be so undeniable
you are just deplorable
Yet somehow you’re unstoppable
actively responsible,
For causing my dysphoria
So how the hell do I avoid your
Catcalls in Victoria?
Hey guy, your entitlement stinks
And this fucked up society left you think-ing
“Oh yeah, look, she’s wearing a skirt,
Time for daylight harassment, and it’s not gunna hurt her”
Hey guy take a look at yourself
you’re sad and your lonely, must be bad for your health
God damn, you must be insecure
To like yelling at women and expecting more
It’s really inconceivable
To think that I’m convincible
less than unremarkable
But trauma’s unforgettable
actively responsible
For causing my dysphoria
All I want to do is not
Get catcalled in Victoria!
I don’t know why it’s so hard to get from A to B
Without some guy thinking he can stand in front of me
And tell me all about the things he’d like to do to me
If he could get me alone
Hey guy you’re just being a jerk
Demanding attention, it’s not gonna work
Hey guy did you hear me say no?
You want me to follow but I'm not gonna go
Hey guy were you brought up like this?
Giving out bullshit, expecting a kiss
Hey guy would your mother be proud?
Of raising a kid, convinced he’s allowed to
Dish out leering “compliments”
That fuck up my self confidence
Threatening to rape me knowing
there will be no consequence
Think you're so original
But this has all been done before
Go to hell and take with you
your catcalls in Victoria
I don't know why it's so hard to get this through your head
Just stop thinking that you can get me into bed
All I’m thinking is I could clearly end up dead
You'll never get me alone
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If I Had A Hi-Fi London, UK
Feminist folk / punk / instrumental duo from London, UK. We write songs about sexual assault, the housing crisis and tripping on acid.
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