TV Mixtape

by TinVulva

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We dedicate this mix tape to all those who believed in us and supported us since we played our first show in a basement in 2012.

Special thanks to Jill Soller-Mihlek for always being there and being our surly merch wife, Dave Bunting for making King Killer Studios another home for us, Dan Kramer for being an incredible friend and producer, Star Morales for lending an extra hand, Sammy from the Third Ave Deli for providing us with sustenance, Dan Lam for our band photos and one legit diy music video, Ernest D'Amaso for always coming to our shows and rocking out and screaming our lyrics, Steve Woodzell for our graphic design and playing on our L7 covers, and to everyone that's come out to our shows - thanks from the bottom of our TV hearts.

See you on the floor!

credits

released February 7, 2015

Recorded and mixed by Dan Kramer @ King Killer Studios, Gowanus, NY
Mastered by Mark Miller @ SoneLab, Easthampton, MA
Artwork by Steve Woodzell and Kat Wong
Photo by Dan Lam

TV LINE-UP!
Sarah Soller-Mihlek: Guitar/Vox
Kat Wong: Bass/Vox
Larry Zeolla: Drums
Gia Jordan: Trumpet

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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 would our voices be heard?Certainly not in the mainstream. MUSIC over matter!

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Track Name: Music Over Matter
Lyrics by Soller-Mihlek

Wake up! Have we forgotten what the show was for?
Listen! before you shut me out with your VIP door!

It used to be that nosebleeds came from sharp elbows
Now we're stuck in nosebleed seats suffering from vertigo
We used to walk up to the band to shake their hands
Now you can't get any where near them without a pass

Music over matter! Music over matter!

The records sweat of pile-ons and the feedback screams the discord
Yet those who feel and long to see it can't even afford the ticket

If all we could get is one wish, it's art that spits out the anguish
Trend after trend, like after like, wealth's taken our truth and put it court side

Wake up! Have we forgotten what the show was for?
Listen, listen, listen before you shut me out with your VIP door!

MUSIC OVER MATTER! MUSIC OVER MATTER!
Track Name: SpazzMazz
Lyrics by Kat Wong

We don't have to fade into day

Better late than never to your own masquerade
How fortunate to live day by day
You don't have to, they don't have to
We don't have to fade

You don't have to, they don't have to
To fade into day
Track Name: Catcall
Lyrics by Soller-Mihlek

I'm not flattered
You can't touch me
I don't wanna know
You just wanna, you just wanna

Just shut up now
Mind your p's and q's
Keep your hands off me and my high-heeled shoes

I am not your treble, "baby," you are not my bass!

Why can't I walk down the street free of suggestion??
I'm not flattered!

I am not your treble, baby, you are not my bass

Lurking on the corner every morning
I won't be quiet, I won't be nice!
You can take this as your warning
And don't make me tell you twice!
Cool story, bro.

I'm not flattered, you can't touch me
I don't wanna know, you just wanna, you just wanna!
Just shut up now, mind you p's and q's
Keep your hands off me and my high-heeled shoes!

I am not your treble, baby, you are not my bass
I am not your treble, baby, you are not, you are not, not my bass!
Track Name: 4AM (F the MTA)
Lyrics by Soller-Mihlek

"Stand clear of the closing doors, please."

All times, all times until Spring 2012, F trains skip Smith and 9th in both directions
Ladies and gentlemen, we are delayed, we will be moving shortly
Thank you for riding with MTA NYC transit

Swipe card again at this turnstile
Too fast, please swipe again
Limited service, late night
Please, just wanna get home!

This train will be making local stops
Get off at Broadway Junction for the shuttle bus
Thank you for riding with MTA NYC transit

Swipe card again at this turnstile
Too fast, please swipe again
Limited service, late night
Please, just wanna get home!

All times, all times, until Fall 2012 F trains skip Smith and 9th streets in both directions
Thank you for riding with MTA NYC transit

If you see something, say something
Love the mta, love the mta, **** the mta, **** the mta
Love the mta, love the mta, **** the mta, **** the mta

Si vez algo, di algo! Si vez algo, di algo!
Track Name: Whiskeytown
Lyrics by Soller-Mihlek

Ever feel that when it rains, it pours
Especially when you're living in a place like New York
Did you take the wrong turn, did you (make) the wrong choice?
Ever feel stuck in a rut or just bored?

'Cause when the world is bringing you down
You wish your luck would turn around
Lost in the dark, falling apart
Don't take it all to heart

Face your fears, take it all in stride
Rest your mind, see a different light
Take the bad as a another ride
Stop the fight, it'll be alright

I know you know what I"m talking about in this cold hard city
Looking down and out
Pick yourself up off the ground and listen to this sound
Track Name: Idle Hands
Lyrics by Kat Wong

Let's get it started, no time to repent

Idle hands, sycophant,
Idle hands, I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it

How do we sacrifice rage, it just isn't right
Painted by normality, what a pretty sight
Added rhythm onto fears, we share the cause
Abundance clear

Sugar-coated holes to dispense
I idealize, nothing but lament
Let's get it started, no time to repent

Idle hands, sycophant
Idle hands, I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it

Torment ridden with age soon to be a welcomed stain
Solace at last, dissonance it sure to blame
Added rhythm onto fears, we share the cause


Sugar-coated holes to dispense
I idealize, nothing but lament
Let's get it started, no time to repent

Idle hands, sycophant
Idle hands, I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it

Sugar-coated, I dispense
To idealize, I am spent

We got it started, no time to lament
Idle hands, sycophant
Idle hands, sycophant, I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it
Track Name: Too Hot (Take Off Your ****en Pants and Put on Your ****ing Pants)
My beer is warm and your cocktail's watered down
102 in this hell of a town
The sweat drips drips drips and turns to steam
My touch burns you and your skin burns me

We need some artificial air
Turn it up and let it blast
Let's pretend that the summer's passed

This apple is baked
How much more can we take?
If it were the first of the year
I would love your charms and lie in your arms

We need some artificial air
Turn it up and let it blast
Let's pretend that the summer's passed
Track Name: WWKD?
Lyrics by Soller-Mihlek

Remember the boys when they told us "no"
We found our own noise, put on our own show

I am sick of that pose, I'm tired of this scene
With your edgy haircuts, you're all looking real mean

Now you've got your tattoos, you've got the look
And you're dressing the part, but you're not off the hook

**** your little bitty cliques, talking about art, looking real hip
Yeah, you know what it's all about
Sing those words and scream and shout!

If this music is your real obsession, let's see your 7" collection

The riot's in the sound, the riot's on the floor
I think that you've forgotten what the riot's for

Think about the feelings, think about the rage
Not how it's going to look on your facebook page!

There are some things that you just can't get
Making all your friends on the internet

Riot grrrl? Be quiet, girl.
Track Name: Sly Eye
Lyrics by Kat Wong:

Settle familiar habits
Disown the new now
Feature warnings of comfort
We know no healthy way

Intrude! Intrude!
Entrust loyalty over perfection!

Sly eye! Find another
Sly eye! Dispersed undercover
Sly lie! Become undone, become undone

Intrude! Intrude!

The clutch revives but oh
Seconds turn into months
Teetering of suspicion to know
No one is here
They say, "oh, so well"

Intrude! Intrude!
Sly eye! Forfeit the other
Sly eye! Submit then recover
Leisure will solve, leisure will solve, yeah yeah
Track Name: Comrade
Lyrics by Soller-Mihlek

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 own 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.