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Resistance

by Guillotine Riot

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    Art Direction + Design: A.F. Cortes

    Cover Art
    Original watercolor painting, “Plug it Up” by Laura Murray.


    Recorded at: Perros Bravas and Mastadonte in Montevideo, Uruguay; Fort Awesome Studios, Brooklyn, NY; Mark Dann Recording Studio

    Mixed at Mastadonte by Francisco Lapetina & Gastón Ackermann.

    Mastered at Golden Mastering, Ventura, CA

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1.
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!
2.
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
3.
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.
4.
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.
5.
Namaste 03:12
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!
6.
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
7.
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

about

This album was written by: an immigrant who came to the US specifically to steal jobs and tear at the fabric of American society; loud, childless woman who is sometimes described by men on the street as both “a hottie” and “a bitch”; and co-written by liberal foreigners who enjoy a peaceful democracy in their home country but are suspected by some as really being bad hombres in disguise.

Any money you spend on this album will go straight to Planned Parenthood so if you think that all women should be able to make their own choices without having to consult their congressmen, and if you think that breast and cervical cancer are bad, please buy a copy of this album and feel free to buy another one for your mom, too

credits

released February 14, 2018

Cover Art
Original watercolor painting, “Plug it Up” by Laura Murray.

"After the election, I kept revisiting this memory of getting held up at gunpoint in my apartment lobby four years ago. I envisioned all of the country's misogyny, all of the rising tension, and all of the potential for violence as a gun pointed at my face. I wondered, how can I respond in a way that is peaceful, powerful, and - most importantly - feminine?" - Laura Murray, 2017 www.lauramurray.net


Recorded at: Perros Bravas and Mastadonte in Montevideo, Uruguay; Fort Awesome Studios, Brooklyn, NY; Mark Dann Recording Studio

Mixed at Mastadonte by Francisco Lapetina & Gastón Ackermann.

Mastered at Golden Mastering, Ventura, CA

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