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Comrade
03:09
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The image is worth more than your common sense
You're so much more interesting when you're on the defense
It's easy to point a finger and to state the obvious
Too hard to admit that you're the same as all of us
How many -isms do we have to list?
Do we have to tiptoe for our words to exist?
Playing the little victim can be a lot of fun
But what good are your workshops when there's work to be done?
No one can make you feel inferior without your permission.
The consequence of arrogance is violence, not submission.
You know you're well-respected, you're a presence in the scene
Go patch your denim vest until it rips at the seams!
The thirst for drama, it never ends
And now it's got you picking fights with your friends.
Take a good look at your own reflection
Before you go talking about insurrection
So blinded from your anger that you're straying from the mission
And there isn't any time for acts of contrition.
No one can make you feel inferior without your permission.
The consequence of arrogance is violence, not submission.
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Prop Str8
02:55
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Remember the night I said "what are you waiting for?"
We saw a show then hit your place for the encore
The Dr. Pepper on your lips, the coat you wore
We went out almost every night and rocked the floor
I can't believe it's been eight years and here we still are
So I'll be damned to let these laws keep us apart.
But the world is against us every time I see another sign of fear and hate in this reality: God hates fags, your parents failed, you turn a moral wrong into a civil right. You threaten world peace, you're going to hell. You call this bondage? Up yours, Michelle!
Still have the scars from when we trekked in those damn boots
The words I can't forget, it's "don't forget your roots."
We talked about the Clash, the track that got us all lost, and then it blasted in that place on St. Marks
Remember that guy asked "is she yours?" and you said, "not yet."
It all made sense to be with you, there's no regrets.
One life, one chance, fight for love, be proud, sing it out loud!
But the world is against us every time I see another sign of fear and hate in this reality: God hates fags, your parents failed, you turn a moral wrong into a civil right. You threaten world peace, you're going to hell. You call this bondage? Up yours, Michelle!
One life, one chance, fight for love, be proud, sing it out loud!
One life, one chance, know this, share the world, sing it out loud!
One life, one chance, know this, share the world, sing it out loud!
One life, one chance, fight for love, be proud, sing it out loud!
I can't believe it's been eight years and here we still are
So I'll be damned to let these laws keep us apart.
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Flipping through the radio station
Another song but it's all the same
Nothing gripping, live transmission
Three whole minutes and nothing to say
Monkey see and monkey do,
How much you spend and who's your crew,
Praising egos and possessions
Wrap it up in auto-tune
All eyes on you, is this what you've got to prove?
Where's the heart here, where's the content, where's the truth?
A different frequency, another broken beat
I tried to listen, tried to stay,
You had three whole minutes and nothing to say
We went from U.N.I.T.Y.
To be crowned, bow down, and don't defy
You're either up high or objectified
And now it's all I can hear in my ride
Gold diggers, big figures,
The word on the street is swag
You know what I"m hearing, o listeners,
That this is just another way to brag
All eyes on you, is this what you've got to prove?
Where's the heart here, where's the content, where's the truth?
A different frequency, another broken beat
I tried to listen, tried to stay,
You had three whole minutes and nothing to say
THREE MINUTES AND NOTHING TO SAY!
A different frequency, another broken beat
I tried to listen, tried to stay,
You had three whole minutes and nothing to say!
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TinVulva Brooklyn, New York
From the depths of the Gowanus canal, TinVulva (aka TV) is an alternative punk-inspired band with riot grrrl soul and
rhythmic grunge undertones.
What does TinVulva mean? Feminist? Queer? POC? Riot grrrl?
We're just misfits that like to rip it, and besides, where else would our voices be heard? Certainly not in the mainstream. MUSIC over matter!
See you on the floor!!!
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