1. |
Girls Not Brides
02:39
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G - I - R - L - S
Verse
She don’t need
A magazine that tells her
To aspire
To be a Cinderella
She just wants you
To be less patronizing
And cut back
On the pink merchandising
Cuz she don’t have be
Somebody's honey bee
She can have a full life
Without being a good wife
Chorus
Girls Girls Girls
Girls Girls Girls
Girls Girls Girls
Not Brides!
Verse
She don't want
To learn what her place is
Cuz she can run
And win all the races
She competes
She’s a shark and a fighter
She busts the ceiling
And climbs even higher
Cuz she doesn't have to be (not brides!)
Somebody's honey bee (not brides!)
She can have a full life (not brides!)
Without being a good wife (not brides!)
Chorus
Girls Girls Girls
Girls Girls Girls
Girls Girls Girls
Not Brides!
<< you're the one in charge, girl, you're the one in charge. You're the one in charge girl, you're the one in charge>>
Girls Girls Girls
Girls Girls Girls
Girls Girls Girls
Not Brides!
But that’s okay if that’s what you wanna!
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2. |
Pray for an Empty Gun
02:51
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Verse
Escaped the small minds from where I’m from
A place where kids like us
Were beaten and shunned
Salvation’s on the dance floor
Salvation’s on the dance floor
Then the girl inside me grew strong
With people I love
In a place where I belong
Salvation’s on the dance floor
Salvation’s on the dance floor
Who you are is who you are
And who I am is who I am
And who we love is who we love
And love is love is love is love
Chorus
Dance, dance, dance, dance through the pain
Dance through the fireworks
Again and and again and again
Dance, dance, dance, dance through the pain
Dance through the fireworks
Again and and again and again
Bridge
When the smoke clears I’ll see you
When the sirens stop I’ll hear you
When we’re on the other side I’ll be with you
Because I’ll always hold on to you
Salvation’s on the dance floor
Salvation’s on the dance floor
Who you are is who you are
And who I am is who I am
And who we love is who we love
And love is love is love is love
Chorus
Dance, dance, dance, dance through the pain
Dance through the fireworks
Again and and again and again
When the smoke clears I’ll see you
When the sirens stop I’ll hear you
Maybe we should hide
Maybe we should run
Maybe we should fight
Maybe we should pray for an empty gun
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3. |
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The Revolution was not televised
The Revolution was not brought to you by Nike and Reebok
With a generous donation from the Metlife Foundation
And the Revolution was most definitely not brought to you by
Jack Daniels, Harley Davidson and Budweiser.
The Revolution was not televised
The revolution will not be Twitterized,
Will not be Instagrammed
Will not be on SnapChat, Facebook
Or Whatever is coming next.
The Revolution will not be Twitter-ized
Protesters’ tweets about police violence will be hidden
In your feed under fake news and celebrity feuds
You will also see Tweets insulting famous people’s children
And Tweets that will sell you a diet app from the App Store for 3.99 a download.
With in-app purchases.
The revolution will not be Twitterized
The Revolution will not be Instagrammed
Instagram posts from activists documenting conditions in refugee camps will be drowned out by a new algorithm
That will show you posts for Spa Subscription Services from a new indie-luxury brand
The Revolution will not be on Instagram
The Revolution will not be on Snapchat.
All you will ever see on Snapchat are
Anime Animal Eyes superimposed on selfie videos
The Revolution will not be on Snapchat
The Revolution will not be on Facebook.
That is the place your racist uncle and misogynist aunt
Post the kinds of alt-right memes that you’ll see
No matter how many people you unfriend.
The Revolution will not be on Facebook.
Every song that was written to protest
Nixon’s war,
Reagan’s secret wars,
All of the Gulf Wars,
Are completely relevant now but you won’t hear them
Because they’re not on the celebrity-curated playlist promoted on Apple Music.
The Revolution will also not be on Spotify.
The Revolution will not be started nor will it live out any more of its days on social media.
You will not be able to activate for any cause by posting facts or truth
Because it will be lost in timeline trash
And no more than one of your friends or followers will see it.
The revolution will not be Twitterized,
Will not be Instagrammed
Will not be on SnapChat, Facebook
Or Whatever is coming next.
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4. |
Born in the USA
02:45
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Verse
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick you’ll take is when you hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
You spend half your life
Covering up
Get in a little hometown jam
They’ll put a rifle in your hand
Send you off to a foreign land
To go and kill the brown man
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says, "Son if it was up to me"
Go down to see your V.A. man
He’ll say, "Son, don't you understand"
Chorus
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
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5. |
Namaste
03:12
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Verse
Re-upped my membership
It cost me a fortune
For the rest of the month
I’m eating ramen
Used my credit card
For some Lululemon
Made by tiny hands
Someplace… like Yemen?
But it's worth it
For the kick ass core workout
And I’m a better person now
Without a doubt
That’s what teacher says
Yoga is all about
She has a guru
Oh, she's SO devout
Ohhhhhmmmm
Ohhhhmmmmm
Verse
This time I’ll balance on my head
And off the wall
Trying not to think about
What I’m buying at the mall
Wishing I looked as good
As that girl, she’s super tall
Try to focus Try to Focus
And not to fall
Oops
my Mala beads
Are off the mat
And on the floor
I can't remember what
They told me about them
At the store
I guess if they’re ruined i can always
Go pick up some more
They were really cheap!
Made in… El Salvador?
Ohmmmmmm!
Ohmmmmmm!
Spoken
Align your chakras to cover up your bad qualities
Feel superior to your friends
And more comfortable on your high horse
Breathe it in
Inhale self love
Exhale that you were a dick at work today
Chorus
Namaste motherfucker!
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6. |
Bury Me Standing Up
03:20
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Verse
You can say
Anything you want about me
That I’m down, that I’m out, that I’m on my knees
But don't pay that too much attention
Form where you stand you’re overlooking one thing
When I’m in the dark, Baby, I’m a queen
I’m the mother of invention
Chorus
I’ll walk a mile with your knife in my back
You hit me once and I’ll hit you right back
If I fall I’ll get up
I’ll walk a mile with your knife in my back
You hit me once and I’ll hit you right back
You’ll have to bury me standing up
Verse
Your laughter makes you look like a fool
I’m still here because I broke every rule
And I’m a survivor
So you better watch my every move
I’m surrounded I’ve got nothing to lose
I’ll stand, and I’ll rise
Chorus
I’ll walk a mile with your knife in my back
You hit me once and I’ll hit you right back
Even if I fall I’ll get up
I’ll walk a mile with your knife in my back
You hit me once and I’ll hit you right back
You’ll have to bury me standing up
I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks
Instead of stars, baby, I saw smokestacks
I’ll keep looking up
I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks
Instead of stars, baby, I saw smokestacks
I’ll keep looking up
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7. |
Un Cuerpo Solo
03:10
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Verse
Stop
Exhale
Stop
Breathe
Stop
Exhale
Stop Breathe
Maybe a boy
Maybe a girl
Invisible, unknowable
Invisible, unknowable
Feet are fidgeting
Toes are twitching
A shivering body
That is shaking
That is shaken on ice
Just a body alone in the unknown
Solitary body tumbling into nothing
Solitary body discovering itself
Testing fingers
from wire and foam
Feet begin to amble
Looking for a place
Feet keep scrambling
Not knowing when to stand
It moves
Traipsing
Spinning
It moves
Expanding
Contracting
Now Stop
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
Ba da ba
Ba da ba
(Stop) Ba da ba ba
(Breathe) Ba da ba ba
(Stop) Ba da ba ba
(Breathe) Ba da ba ba
Smile More
Think Less
Be Present
Give More
Expect Less
Silence
Focus
Un cuerpo Solo haciendo de si mismo
Un cuerpo Solo Cayendo en un abismo
Un cuerpo Solo descubriéndose a si mismo
.....Para, respira. Ahora, para!.
Just a body alone in the unknown
Solitary body tumbling into nothing
Solitary body discovering itself
Just a body alone in the unknown
Solitary body tumbling into nothing
Solitary body discovering itself
Stop
Exhale
Stop
Breathe
Now
Stop
Exhale
Now
Stop
Now
Stop
Now
Stop
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