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Kvinneskets feministmusikk 16: Die Antwoord

Die Antwoord med "Fok Julle Naaiers"

Yo-Landi Fokken Vi$er all up in da place (fuckin)
Hosh pagamisa! Raak fokken wys (word to the streets, wize up)
F-ck crime, these days rhyme f-ckin pays
Fan myself wif a milli while I laugh in your face (A million fokken dollars)

Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers (fuck all y’all)
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers
Fok julle naaiers, Fok julle naaiers
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers

All my fuckin life I lived a normal fuckin life
Till I went and got myself caught up wif da mic
And da beats coming dope wif da rhymes and da flows
In real life trying to cope wif da highs and da lows
I got sick and tired of getting treated like a stupid fuck-up
So I fucked my enemies up 1 time and blew da fuck-up

Before it was like yo: Who’s this stupid weirdo?
Now it’s like: It’s a new breed of rap superhero
To defeat these devils Ninja becomes a devil
These God forsaken wretches will never be on my level
Wies JY? Fuck you and your hole krew (Who are you?)
I got you stressing double guessing cuz I won’t do what I’m supposed to
I don’t know you, Baby say hello to
My little 2 friends: “I’m telling you and I told you”
What? Try to speak but your tongues frozen (What?)
In Souf Afrika I sleep wif both my eyes open

Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers (fuck all y’all)
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers
Fok julle naaiers, Fok julle naaiers
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers

Muddafukkaz tell me to slow my roll but sorry no can do
My style iz so brand new, I try to make you understand it
I’m here to steal da fuckin show coz baby I’m a bandit
Now you standing looking at me like da alienz have landed
All hail da great white Ninja
Every poes wif a fone wants to take my picture (cunt)
Ninja! Jas I dig dat Oke! (Jeez I love that guy)
Is it real? No it’s just a big black joke
When dealing wif an idiot dere’s really nuffing you ca say
Next time you ask me “Iz it real?” I’m gonna punch you in da face
To help you feel me, bitch I get paid to be funky
But be nice or I’m gonna change to be ugly
I’m Zef like a young Hugh Hef, Oh yes
May my enemies live long so they may see me progress
Put da peddle to da metal and I’m scorching my tirez
Middle finger in da air ja fok julle naaiers

Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers (fuck all y’all)
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers
Fok julle naaiers, Fok julle naaiers
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers

Yo-Landi Fokken Vi$er all up in da place (fuckin)
Hosh pagamisa! Raak fokken wys (word to the streets, wize up)
F-ck crime, these days rhyme fuckin pays
Fan myself wif a milli while I laugh in your face (A million fokken dollars)

Yo DJ HI-TEK Where you at my nigga?

DJ Hi-tek will fuck you in da ass
DJ Hi-tek will fuck you in da ass
DJ Hi-tek will fuck you in da ass
Fuck you in da ass, You punk ass white boy
DJ Hi-tek will fuck you in da ass
DJ Hi-tek will fuck you in da ass
DJ Hi-tek will fuck you in da ass
Fuck you in da ass, You punk ass white boy
DJ Hi-Tek Yo, you can’t touch me faggot
You not man enough
DJ Hi-Tek Yo, you can’t touch me faggot
uh, I’ll fuck you in da ass
Dj Hi-Tek will eat your asshole alive you bitch

Fuck you ho!
DJ Hi-Tek will eat your asshole
I’ll f-ck you in front of everybody b!tch
Look at you, you scared, look at you, you scared now ho!
Uh, you scared of da real man!
Look at you, you scared! It’s DJ Hi-Tek bitch
I’ll fuck you till you love me faggot
I’ll fuck you till you love me, fuck you till you love me
Fuck you till you, fuck you till you, fuck you till you love
I’ll fuck you till you love me, fuck you till you love me
You won’t last 2 minutes in my world bitch!

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 15: CSS

CSS med "Let´s make love and listen to death from above":

Callin' me high on the telephone
Came by plane all alone
Spend the afternoon making a speech
Speech made you nervous that you couldn't eat

You came to show your mad love
You came to tell it's not enough
Come and erase me and take me with you
Kiss me I'm drunk, and don't worry it's true

I wanted to show me how mad is my love
Come and attack me it's not gonna hurt
Fight me, deny me if I fear when your close
Let's make love and listen death from above

Let's make love
Let's make love...
And listen death from above


You knew my ideas when they were in my head
They were my secret evening plans
Wine, then bed, then more, then again
Wine, then bad, then more, then again

Run run run, to make your heart shake
Kiss kiss kiss, will make this earth quake
I'm gonna get what I'm willin to take
This gotta worth the miles you made

Come back I'll warm you up
Make me breakfast, I'll make it up
You are so talented I'm in love
Let's make love and listen death from above

Let's make love
Let's make love...
And listen death from above

I'm back with a smack and I'm ready to attack
Stare at my lips and I see they were wet
I know how you're doing by looking at your pants
And this is how we call it a comeback...
And listen death from above

Screaming your name on the microphone
Going back home all alone
Listen to the tunes that you sent to me
Listen to them good company

God Kvinnedag!

"Vi måste höja våra röster" med Röda Bönor:

Varför har tjejer så tunna röster.
Varför har tjejer så svårt att höras?
Å va gör en tjej som vill prata
när alla ropar:
VA SÄJER HON
VA VISKAR HON OM
VI HÖR INTE
SNACKA LITE HÖGRE!

Ska en tjej sitta tyst va
å bara hoppas
att någon kille
ska säja det hon tänkt
eller ska hon resa sig upp
andas djupt med magen
och skrika:
OM NI BARA HÅLLER KLAFFEN
OCH LYSSNAR
så hör ni nog vad jag vill säja…

ÅÅÅ TJEJER
ÅÅÅ TJEJER
VI MÅSTE HÖJA VÅRA RÖSTER
FÖR ATT HÖRAS
ÅÅÅ TJEJER…

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 14: L7

"The Bomb" med L7:

Plastic people with their plastic lives
Plastic lips tell plastic lies
Plastic drivers in plastic cars
Plastic food from plastic jars

Frustration is the fuse
The flame is hate
Tick tick tick
Detonate
She's the bomb

Plastic models in plastic magazines
Plastic kings and plastic queens
All are seen on plastic TVs
Prayed to by people on bended plastic knees

What you think, well that's good too
But not as much as what do you do
This fuse burns slow
Waiting to blow
The world is a heavy load
Watch it explode

Lawmakers with plastic policies
Put plastic locks on their cities
In hopes to keep them quiet
Well go off
Well blow up

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 13: Siri Nilsen

"Alle snakker sant" med Siri Nilsen:

hvor skal du gå
når alle veier fører til en vegg
og i den veggen er et lite søkk
fra gamle møter med ditt hode?
hvem hører du på
når alle snakker sant og sier hør
og du har hørt det tusen ganger før?
og du lurer på
hvor skal du gå?
du trenger en ny vei nå

togene går
og andre mennesker klarer fint
riktig tog til riktig tid
du våkner alltid opp i feil by
hvor lenge holder et håp
når du tror at du skal klare deg
men beina bare vil en vei?
og du lurer på
hvor skal du gå?
du trenger en ny vei nå

når du ikke orker kjempe mer
du lukker øynene og ser svart
det mangler tegninger på ditt kart

hvem skal du slå
hvem skal overvinnes i duell
når den eneste du møter er deg selv
igjen og igjen?
hvor mange ganger skal du gå
den samme veien gang på gang
fordi det er den eneste du kan?
og du spør med din klareste stemme
hvor skal du gå?

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 12: The Gossip

"Standing in the way of controll" med The Gossip:
Your back's against the wall
There's no one home to call
You're forgetting who you are
You can't stop crying
It's part not giving in
Part trusting your friends
You do it all again and I'm not lying

Oh oh oh
Standing in the way of control
Yeah live your lives
By the only way that you know, know

I'm doing this for you
Because it's easier to lose
And it's hard to face the truth
When you think you're dying
It's part not giving in
And part trusting your friends
You do it all again but you don't stop trying

Oh oh oh
Standing in the way of control
Yeah live your lives
By the only way that you know, know

Oh oh oh
Standing in the way of control
We'll live our lives
Because we're standing in the way of control
We will live our lives
Because we're standing in the way of control
We'll live our lives
Because we're standing in the way of control
We will live our lives, lives, lives

Your back's against the wall
There's no one home to call
You're forgetting who you are
You can't stop crying
It's part not giving in
And part trusting your friends
You do it all again, you don't stop trying

Oh oh oh
Standing in the way of control
Yeah live your lives
By the only way that you know, know

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 11: Yeah Yeah Yeahs

"I got a date with the night" med Yeah Yeah Yeahs:

I got a date with the night
putting out my finger
gonna catch the kids dry
gonna walk on water
buying out the fight
we're sweating in the winter
both thighs squeeze tight

Choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke

Don't tell me to fix her
don't tell me to fix her
just take a bite
no hanging no picture
blind out my sight
dropping brides at the altar
both thighs squeeze tight

Choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke

I'll send it to you
I'll set it off
I'll send it to you
I'll set it off
I'll send it to you
I'll set it off
I'll send it to you
I'll set it off, uh huh!

I'll send it to you
I'll set it off
I'll send it to you
I'll set it off
I'll send it to you
I'll set it off
I'll send it to you
I'll set it off, uh uh!

Buying out the fight
gonna walk on water
gonna catch the kids dry
gonna bend my finger
blind out my sight
we're sweating in the winter
both thighs squeeze tight
both thighs squeeze tight

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 10: Sookee

"Pro Homo" med Sookee:

Hiphop hat probleme weil ein großteil dieser szene
Nicht drauf klarkommen will dass männer nun mal männer auch begehren
Sie wollen ihnen verwehren ihre liebe auch zu leben
Dieser track will was bewegen ich bin dafür und nicht dagegen

Dis is pro homo hiphop kann nix dafür
Die gesellschaft verschloss schon lang diese tür
Denn ein mann gilt als mann wenn das verlangen was er spürt
Sich dominant verhält niemals ein’ ander’n mann berührt

Und die norm geht noch weiter betrifft sogar kleider
Die moves und die sprache man darf niemals scheitern
Sonst heißt es ganz einfach ‘bist du schwul oder was?’
Der bitterste zweifel an kool und an krass

Dis gibt’s nicht nur in baggies dis gibt’s auch mit krawatte
In allen schichten im einzel vor allem in der masse
Der manager der keeper an der tür und am tor
Guck die kameraden brüllen als brüder im chor

Doch auch in der mitte links oder im gotteshaus
Gibt’s starre männerbilder und diese hoffen drauf
Dass niemand erkennt wie fragil sie sind
Und deswegen leicht dekonstruierbar sind

Alle diese pfeifen scheinen zu meinen
Der phallus sei ‘ne hete und ihnen zu eigen
Jungs macht den kopp an wenn er ihr echte männer seid
Seid ihr kool mit queer alles and’re ist brei

Pro homo – und die zeit ist reif
Pro homo – dis ist keine leichtigkeit
Wie kann man nur hassen dass menschen sich lieben
Die normalität wünscht sich endlich endlich frieden
 
Pro homo – und die zeit ist reif
Pro homo – dis ist keine leichtigkeit
Wie kann man nur hassen dass menschen sich lieben
Die normalität wünscht sich endlich endlich frieden

Und dann hör ich sie sagen es sei alles gut
Bruce patrick lindner und wowi sind doch schwul
2005 kam brokeback mountain
Aber die hartnäckigkeit lässt mich staunen

Die idee von der ordnung zwischen männern und frauen
Trieft zu sehr vor tradition um drauf länger zu bauen
Identität ist wichtig und alles
Doch das eigene und das andere bergen auch fallen

Was glaubt man zu wissen was sind nur klischees
Die stereotype bahnen sich ihren weg
Woher wollen sie wissen wer wann wen wie vögelt
Wenn sie das alles doch so sehr ekelt

Und ganz nebenbei es gibt auch noch alltag
Und ramadan und chanukka oder die weihnacht
Stellt euch vor schwule sind genauso nett und doof
Wie alle ander’n auch das ist einfach so

Alle wollen respekt und toleranz für sich
Aber dis gilt irgendwie für and’re nicht
Wenn es gott wirklich gibt dann liebt er alle menschen
Wenn es gott wirklich dann sieht sie keine grenzen

Pro homo ...

Erzähl mir nichts vom papst
Der papst ist ein deutscher homophober alter mann
Und engagiert holocaust-leugner
Der typ jagt hexen und führte den exorzimus wieder ein
Glaubt nicht dem dunklen mittelalter mittelfinger für das schw**n

Gebt den faschisten kontra änder dein vokabular du
Spielst ihnen auch schon mit nur verbalem homohass zu
Warst du mal echt verliebt und dachtest das sei großes liebe
Da gibt es gleichgeschlechtlich einfach keine unterschiede

Nur mehr probleme und die liebe nach außen zu tragen
Wird immer noch bezeichnet mit ein coming out zu haben
Ein coming out impliziert die grenzüberschreitung
Innerhalb der gesellschaft in einer welt unter zeitdruck

Das is nicht genesis vergiss adam und eva
Hier geht’s um eva und ulla und auch um adam und peter
Das is nicht religiös oder genetisch bedingt
Das sind der sex und die liebe lass uns von vorne beginn’

Pro homo ...

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 9: Mary J. Blige

"PMS" med Mary J. Blige:

I wanna talk to the ladies tonight
About a situation I'm pretty sure
Y'all will be able to relate to
Trust me

Today I'm not feelin' pretty
See I'm feelin' quite ugly
Havin' one of those days
When I can't make up my mind
So don't even look at me

See I don't wanna hear your problems
'Cause I'm havin' some of my own
I know it's not your fault
That I'm feelin' down
I just wanna be left alone

I'm down and out in depression
I think the worst of everything
My lower back is achin'
And my clothes don't fit
Now ain't that a bitch?

Got an attitude and I ain't talkin' to you
Only if the shoe fits, yeah
I don't care what you think about me
I don't need you crawling 'round me
No don't need your sympathy, no
I don't need it, no no
To find me

PMS

Goin' through something tonight
Somethin' that they all, y'all need to understand
Where I'm coming from tonight
See I'm PMS-ing, yeah y'all ladies
Told you, you would be able to relate tonight

My lower back is aching, PMS
And I don't know what I'm gonna do next
Yeah I'm full of stress now
I want y'all to hear what I'm sayin'
Won't you hear what I'm sayin' tonight?
PMS

PM, PMS, PMS
PMS

Understand what I'm sayin' tonight
Understand where I'm comin' from
Feelin' really bitchy, yeah
And I don't feel like bein' nice to nobody
Don't feel like smilin' no, don't feel like smilin' no no

See I already know that I'm f**ked up
PMS, I know I'm f**ked up
And I don't need you to remind me
See 'cause PMS is takin' over right now
If you understand, you understand where I'm comin' from

Sing along say, "PMS"

Oh this is the worst part of everything
The worst part of bein' a woman is PMS, yeah
Give me a break, give me a break
'Cause I don't wanna have to set it on ya, I set it on ya
Get away, get away, get away, get away, get away

'Cause I'm PMS-ing

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 8: Rockettothesky

Grizzly Man med Rockettothesky:

I've been watching him for seven days
His hands pale
hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho
knuckles moving beneath the skin
foetuslike
hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho

I've caught seven foxes

and placed them on the river bank
each night I give him one
hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho
counting down the days till we are one
and clothe his heart in fur
hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho

I sing of arms and the man his
arms that wake each morning
white-knuckled and that copy claw gestures
7 6 5
7 6 5
7 6 5 4 3 2 1 and here I go...

I take him in I take this body whole
so thin like a spine
hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho
I thread him on inside of mine
and we are one and we are one
hee-ho-hee-ho-heeeee-ho

and his is the fur at last I
see his eyes inside my mouth
even when he sneaks into my bones
forever unborn
now finally I am a mother
finally I am a mother
hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho

Bilde: Fra musikkvideoen til Grizzly Man

For alltid skal vi huske 22. Juli 2011

Barn av regnbuen:

En himmel full av stjerner.
Blått hav så langt du ser.
En jord der blomster gror.
Kan du ønske mer?
Sammen skal vi leve
hver søster og hver bror.
Små barn av regnbuen
og en frodig jord.

Noen tror det ikke nytter.
Andre kaster tiden bort med prat.
Noen tror at vi kan leve av
plast og syntetisk mat.
Og noen stjeler fra de unge
som blir sendt ut for å sloss.
Noen stjeler fra de mange
som kommer etter oss.

Si det til alle barna!
Og si det til hver far og mor:
Ennå har vi en sjanse
til å dele et håp på jord.

- Til minne om alle de omkomne, skadde og deres pårørende

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 7: The Hungry Hearts

"In Your Face (The International Lesbian Anthem)"
av The Hungry Hearts:

You came into my life
and made me believe in love
I wanted to be your wife
That´s all I was dreaming of

And after some weeks you whispered
Can´t we just be friends?

I want your pussy in my face
Your fingers up my ass
Your lips around my clit
Your hands on my tits

You made me feel ashamed
And fucked up all my dreams
I let you touch my longing heart
You screwed me from the very start

How could I fail to see
It was all a lie

I want to tie you up my friend
Hit your virgin back
Treat you like a dog until you cry my name

Shame on you my baby
You broke my tender heart
I don´t care for you´re so full of shit
I hope you step on it

Now you see me standing here
With another girl
Your eyes on me and now you see
You should never let me go, oh no

You want my pussy in your face
My fingers up your ass
My lips around your clit
My hands on your tits

Begging me for more
Oh my darling treat me like a whore
I just want to fuck you on the floor
Fuck you on the floor
Until your pussy´s sore

Fuck you on the floor
Until your pussy´s sore

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 6: Kate Nash

 "Manison Song" av Kate Nash:

I fancy the hip rock 'n' roll scenester
I wanna be fucked and then rolled over
'Cause I'm an independent woman of the 21st century
No time for knits, I want sex and debauchery

I read 'Glamour' and 'The Guardian'
I like flowers and I'm hardy and I take cocaine
I don't give a fuck about her I want your name
I can get fucked like the best of men

Like the best of men like the worst of pain
Inflicted on another young girl again
Impressed by another guitar hero
He's a top score and you're a zero
You're out of your league!

There ain't no rubber on the tracks it's gravel
You fall hard, cut quick and it's an STD, a cut knee
You're a side of stage grasp, a laugh
An aftershow party in a bath,

Fucked and expected to be fucked
A gasp from an uninformed intruder
The crowd go wild and things get ruder
They're already out of hand
and there's no one here to take your hand

It's a cold shower and a scramble for a dirty pair of knickers
Don't get yours mixed up with hers
Now get out of bed, get out of bed, get out get out get GET out of bed
Get up, get down and get undressed
'Cause that's what you do best

Strip, strip strip and shag, fuck get fucked and drag
And be impressed, by the better sex
Take a piece of raw vegetable and hold it to your breast
And say you stood for nothing

You were just a hole that lacked passion
Another undignified product of society
That girl should have been a mansion.

I don't have to be your baby
We can make love
You can get some
This is not love

I am a mansion!
I am a mansion!
I won't take none of your shit!

You can try and have your way
But I have far too much to say
You will be asleep before I've taken off my shirt

I'll be a lady
And I will be a lady
And I will never let you

Bilde: Coveret på albummet My best friend is you

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 5: Le Tigre

 "Deceptacon" av Le Tigre:

Who took the bomp?

Every day and night
Every day and night
I can see your disco, disco
Dick is sucking my heart out of my mind

I'm outta time
I'm outta fucking time
I'm a gasoline gut with a vaseline mind but
Wanna disco? Wanna see me disco?
Let me hear you depoliticize my rhyme

One, two, three, four
You got what you been asking for
You're so policy free and fantasy wheels
and everything you think and everything you feel is
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

I take you home now watch me get you hot
You're just a parrot when you're screaming and you're shouting
"More crackers please! More crackers please!"
You want what you want but you don't wanna be on your knees
Who does your, who does your hair?

Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp?
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading dong?
Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp?
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading dong?

How are you?
Fine, Thank you
How are you?
Fine, Thank you.

You bought a new van the first year of your band
You're cool and I hardly wanna say "not" because I'm so bored
that'd I'd be entertained even by a stupid floor
a linoleum floor, linoleum floor,
Your lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor
I'll walk on it, I'll walk all over you
Walk on it, walk on it, walking one, two

Who?

Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp?
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading dong?
Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp?
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading dong?

See you later

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 4: Cocorosie

"Lemonade"  av Cocorosie:

It was Cinco de Mayo
Pillow case on his head
No more breathing time
An ambulance sped
It sped round every corner
Calling out his name

Shot a rabbit from the back seat window
Sat and watched in the summer corn row
Ate icecream in a desert dream
Got love in father seeing you
Too hot inside to hot outside
Lazy days when you said just go for a ride
We'll sail on Spirit Lake,
Me, my pappy, and his lemonade

Tim and tina were my parents' names
They got engaged they were inflamed
Seduced by the lie of butterflies
How they shimmer, how they glimmer
Those butterflies

We seven kids, we almost died
Nearly put to death
But lightning strike
Instead there was hot pink
Flashes in the sky
We climb the rocks in snowing rain
In search of magic power

To heal our mother's pain

Shot a rabbit from the back seat window
Sat and watched in the summer corn row
Ate icecream in a desert dream
Got love in father seeing you
Too hot inside to hot outside
Lazy days when you said just go for a ride
We'll sail on Spirit Lake,
Me, my pappy, and his lemonade

Bilde: Fra musikkvideoen til Lemonade

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 3: Skunk Anansie

"Hedonism" av Skunk Anansie:

I hope you're feeling happy now

I see you feel no pain at all it seems
I wonder what you're doin' now
I wonder if you think of me at all
do you still play the same moves now
or are those special moods for someone else
I hope you're feeling happy now

does laughter still discover you
I see through all the smiles that look so right
do you still have the same friends now
to smoke away your problems and your life
and how do you remember me
the one that made you laugh until you cried
I hope you're feeling happy now

just because you feel good
doesn't make you right, oh no
just because you feel good
still want you here tonight, want you

I wonder what you're doing now
I hope you're feeling happy now

Bilde: Skunk Anansie-konsert, Rockefeller 2011

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 2: Jenny Wilson

"Only here for the fight" av Jenny Wilson:

Are you a sleep? Stop that dreaming...

I´m ready!
The hole´s been fixed in my skirt
Combed my hair with my fingertips
And washed away the dirt Will I make it?
I know I must go on
Am I right or am I wrong?

I won´t give up!
I am armed; I am tough I am strong
And prepared for the rough days
I sing the fighter´s song
Cause I will make it!
I know I must go on
I´m only here,

Only here for the fight!
Listen to the choir!
Only here for the fight!
Hunker down, there´s a fire shot!
Only here for the fight!
Lick the plates clean!
Only here for the fight!
Oh, I don´t want to lose...

Don´t screw it up this time, woman!

Wear a coat made of doubt
Butt I roll up my sleeves,
And my pocket full of questions
I´m spitting blood on the street

Remember,
What my mamma said:
Woman, always be prepared...

For the fight...

I´m all knocked out now...
I´ve fallen asleep
Don´t wanna wake up now
From this wonderful dream:
I stalk trough the grass
I´m proud like a queen
My eyes are sharp as neon lights!
My voice is clear ´n´ clean
Oh, glorious! Oh, glorious the choir sings for me
And for the rest of the herd
The words, the words, the words you must have heard:
Only here for the fight!

Bilde: Jenny Wilsons andre album Hardships

Kvinneskets feministmusikk 1: Anti-Flag

Feminism is for Everybody! av Anti-Flag:

"Man hating, job stealing, god defying lesbians"
There is no truth to your fucking ignorance
So fuck the kings men
We're all the peoples feminists
We won't put your patriarchal systems back together again

This is what a feminist looks like
This is what a feminist sounds like

So you sit back counting all your pain staking loses
You grovel, your as backwards as the thoughts in your head..

This is what a feminist looks like
This is what a feminist sounds like

Refuse to be a victim of this gender warfare
Don't even get us started on assholes
Who still think it's ok to call
Inanimate objects gay
And are quick to call you a fag...
Homophobes FUCK OFF!!!!!

Bilde: Coveret på veldedighetsalbumet Protect: A Benefit for the National Association to Protect Children

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