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Welcome To The World

by If I Had A Hi-Fi

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1.
Me Too 02:36
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.
2.
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
3.
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
4.
Dreaming 02:35
5.
HB481 04:18
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
6.
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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released April 2, 2021

Written and performed by Hannah Morgan and Laura Perrett.
Recorded by Arthur Young at Shaken Oak Studios.
Tracks 1, 2 and 4 mixed by Adam Stark; tracks 3, 5 and 6 mixed by Jay Malhotra.
Mastered by Katie Tavini.

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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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