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Christy Prahl - Throat
01:49
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This poem is grieving
for girls by the millions
yielding their bodies without their consent.
Bones connect fingers to arms to shoulders,
necks to hips by spinal cords curved like seahorses.
What’s sturdy enough to hold us up
can be fragile enough to drown us in rough water.
This poem is keening
for the hours before the clock turned backward.
The cries of impossible, the clatter of wire hangers
louder than the train whistle that warned us of a person on the tracks.
The engineer can’t stop and he’s carrying coal.
This poem is screaming
for all that’s been stolen from the garage,
the rakes and shovels and tomato stakes,
the bicycles we rode to get away quickly.
The pretty eyes and vocal cords and V of our thighs
as a quiet place that we offered and received
when we still had our legs beneath us.
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People try to talk you out of your dreams
They will tell you failure stories
‘Cause the last thing they want to see
Is you being who you want to be
Drink your beer and go to bed
Shake that ass until your dead
Say mean things you do not mean
Work for someone else’s dream
You should rent a place in hell
‘Cause the way you live
The way you live
The way you live
You might as well
Now I’m not being fair to me
Thinking this world is only three streets
Earth is going to Mars
And I’m worried about my meaningless job
Drink your beer and go to bed
Shake that ass until your dead
Say mean things you do not mean
Work for someone else’s dream
You should rent a place in hell
The way you live you might as well
Rent a place in H-E-L-L
Rent a place in hell
You should rent a place in hell
The way you live you might as well
Rent a place in H-E-L-L
Rent a place in hell
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Don’t call it concern when you don’t really care.
Don’t call it sanctity when it’s our lives or theirs.
We’ve got no room, no vacancy.
We’ve got no room, no vacancy.
I wanna know who you think gave you the right,
to decide what we ought to do with live our lives.
We’ve got no room, no vacancy.
We’ve got no room, no vacancy.
Wrong path, can’t go back, try a different tact.
What do you want from me?
Won’t quit, won’t submit, not even a little bit,
It’s our autonomy.
We’ve got no room, no vacancy.
We’ve got no room, no vacancy.
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Tell the truth for a couple of dollars
I bet you could finally spit it out
Tell the truth for a fist of flowers
Maybe then you’ll get your reasonable doubt?
And I dare you to get out
And I dare you to find somewhere else to shout
Dare you to get out
I dare you to get out
Tell the truth to a pile of cigarettes
Light it up so that we all get lost in the fog
Tell the truth to a circle of idiots
Maybe then you’ll finally get thrown off the log
And I dare you to get out
I dare you to find somewhere else to shout
Dare you to get out
And I dare you to get out
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5. |
Shannon Candy - IUD
02:27
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I don’t care the time or place
I just want your face on my face
I don’t care the time or place
I just want your face on mine
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
I-I-I-I-I-I-U-D
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
I-I-I-I-I-I
We’ve got no time to make mistakes
So stick your face right between my legs
Got no time to make mistakes
So stick your face right between mine
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
I-I-I-I-I-I-U-D
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
I-I-I-I-I-I
I don’t care the time or place
I just want your face on my face
I don’t care the time or place
I just want your face on my face
I don’t care the time or place
I just want your face on my face
I don’t care the time or place
I just want your face on mine
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6. |
LOL - I'm On The Pill
04:26
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I call you on the phone
I can’t wait to get you alone
I’m gonna freak you
Gonna treat you like a superstar
So light it up, cuz that’s what you are
All day, and all of the night
We can do it! We can do it to each other right!
When I’m searching for monogamous thrills
It’s all right,cuz I’m on the pill
I’m on the pill, the pill, the pill
I’m on the pill, the pill, the pill
I don’t want your baby
I just want your
Oh, oh!
Oh baby!
I don’t want your baby
I just want your…
So you don’t like it
It’a not up to you, I’ve gotta decide it
I’d try to hide it but!
BUT I CAN’T STOP MYSELF
WHEN I GET SO EXCITED, BABY!
Baby I don’t mean to get critical
But you can’t tie me down with ur
Political umbilical
Forces may try to stem my bloody revolution
But I’ve got a super solution
I’m on the pill, the pill, the pill
I’m on the pill, the pill, the pill
I don’t want your baby
I just want your
Oh, oh!
Oh baby!
I don’t want your baby
I just want your…
Now, everybody listen up, I think u oughta know
It don’t matter what you use you know it’s all about control
You can wrap it in a rubber or stick an IUD up in it
It’s your party, that’s your body, they can’t tell you how to hit it.
Ideologues that play like they’re the only way to be
They act like it’s religion but it’s just misogyny
These haters and debaters wanna get up in my sheets?
I’m mad as hell, I’m bout to yell, let’s take it to the streets
I’m not getting swept away and I’m not abstaining
So sick of hearing all these so-called Christians complaining
Telling all those school kids that condoms are a bummer
99% effective’s still a pretty nice number
But wait!
Why’s it gotta be all on me?
If you don’t want no babies, get a damn vasectomy!
First they try to shame us, then they try to blame us
Now they wanna change the law cuz they just can’t contain us
They can threaten and complain or they can plead and beg
But they don’t have to live with what goes down between these legs.
That’s not selfish. It’s just self-aware.
So lemme hear all of my hardcore sisters out there!
Say
FORGET THE BABIES! WHAT ABOUT THE LADIES?
FORGET THE BABIES! WHAT ABOUT THE LADIES?
FUCK THE BABIES! IT’S ALL ABOUT THE LADIES!
FUCK THE BABIES! IT’S ALL ABOUT THE LADIES!
I’m about to use control and I think I
I’m about to use control and I think I
I’m about to use control and I think I like it.
I’m about to use control and I think I
I’m about to use control and I think I
I’m about to use control and I think I like it.
I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I want to
I want to
I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I want to
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The first time I felt my breath
I also felt their hands around my neck
The first thing that I could see
When I opened my eyes
They were stifling me
The first time I took a step
They redirected the direction I went
The first taste I had of free
In the blink of an eye
It was taken from me
Into the sun from the shade
We cannot stay in a dark age
Eyes open to survey
The universe we can create
The last time I held my tongue
I could see I was not the only one
We all felt the weight in our hands
Put them back in our mouths
So we could voice our demands
The first time I took the stage
The world around me fundamentally changed
If they don’t like it they can leave
And I know now they cannot take it from me
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When my mom had an abortion she had to skip states
30 years later we're doomed to the same fate
30 years later it's still seen as slaughter
I can't wait to dump this all on my daughter
Mom was 20, a parent, and nervous
She said it was painful, she thought she deserved it
Cuz shouldn't it hurt when you commit a crime?
She still thinks about it from time to time
She told me about it when I was 12
By then I could have had a baby myself
And I was too young to fully grasp it,
But not too fucking young to fucking lay down and have it
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9. |
Petrillo - Burlesque
03:40
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Call it a day when you divided us, call it a devil
Give it a name when you divided us, give it a devil
Come on ladies
Come on ladies
Come on ladies
That’s just boys
Playing the cups, and you with slight of hand save me the trouble
Running the game, and you with slight of hand save me the trouble
Come on ladies
Come on ladies
Come on ladies
That’s just boys
Come on ladies, that’s just boys’ talk
That’s just
Old hag, no fun, uptight, sexless come on
Old hag, no fun, uptight, sexless boys
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10. |
Baggy Time - Dead Fetus
02:34
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Dead fetus inside my body
How long have you been there
I’ve been shitting all the time
Has that been your ears and your hair
Dead fetus, is your favorite color red
Is that all you see in there
Dead fetus, what are you holding on to
Dead fetus, are you waiting to become a twin
You will never be born
You will never be born
I won’t let you
I won’t let you
Dead fetus, people say I have a beer gut
But I know that it’s just you
Dead fetus, get out I don’t love you
Dead fetus, your daddy hates you too
But we’re happy you’re not alive
And so would you
If you only knew
If you only knew
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You think we’ll be obedient
You think we'll be quiet
You think we’ll just lie down
We’ll start a fucking riot
I’ll do what I wanna
Body belongs to me
I’ll do what I wanna
It’s how to be free
You leave us so little
When you have so much
You think you'll get away
Think you won't be touched
The blood on the floor
Is gonna be yours
If you take away
My right to choose
All you fascists
Bound to lose
Christofascists
Bound to lose
You want to trap folks
You don’t want more fathers
You want to control them
You want cannon fodder
I didn't survive that
To become a mother
You try to take our rights but
We still have each other
We’ll fight until the end
Nowhere near done yet
You can’t stop us now, no
We’ll aid & abet, oh!
The blood on the floor
Is gonna be yours
If you take away
My right to choose
All you fascists
Bound to lose
Christofascists
Bound to lose
I’m born, i live, I die!
Whole time, body mine!
We’re done playing nice!
We’ll skin you slice by slice!
Your skin, boy it pales!
Choked by your entrails!
We will go scorched earth!
If you say forced birth!
We’ll burn this country down
LAND BACK LAND BACK LAND BACK!!!
The blood on the floor
Is gonna be yours
If you take away
My right to choose
All you fascists
Bound to lose
Christofascists
Bound to lose
All you fascists
Bound to lose
Christofascists
Bound to lose
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Is there something wrong with your body
Or is it in your mind
Come on you know it can't be that hard
You're gonna run outta time
Some day you're gonna regret this
But who are you to say
It could give your whole life meaning
You just have to give it away
Please keep your hands up off of my body
And your mouth shut if it's not yourself
It's so strange how you have so many ideas
When it's somebody else
What kind of woman are you anyway?
You couldn't understand at all
It's so sad you couldn't find a man
You're so selfish after all
Tick tock tick tock don't you feel it?
It's your worth slipping away
It'll give your shit life meaning
You just have to give it away
Please keep your hands up off of my body
And your mouth shut if it's not yourself
It's so strange how you have so many ideas
When it's somebody else
Get your hands off my body cause it's not for you
It's so strange that you'd tell somebody just what they should do
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13. |
La Fea - Sanctuary
05:06
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I have no words
There are no words
I have no words
There are no words
I have no voice
I have no choice
You stole my voice
You stole my choice
You have no spine
You have no heart
It has no spine
It has no heart
I am my own sanctuary
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14. |
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