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Rise Up!
05:06
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Rise up. (Music & Lyrics Claire Foxx)
Here we are, nearly down to the line.
We’re running on fumes most of the time.
Living in an age of extinction rebellion
overloaded information, data overwhelming
The bitstream drip drip drips throughout the day
I tried to turn it off but the switch just fell away
News becomes lies, propaganda tries
to turn me into something I can only despise.
[megaphone]
We’re living in an age of a peak failed experiment
Our lives are worthless — except to the one percent!
The cruelty of the state forms a constant backdrop
The old white men in their pressed suits never stop
Stoking up hate, that’s the whole fucking point of it
Making the assumption we won’t do anything
Keeping us fed on racist bullshit
Putting on the pressure, will nobody release it?
Truth becomes lies from old school ties
all they want is compliance as fascists rise.
[megaphone]
Fear and guilt from global warming
There’s hate in the belly of a blood moon, WE SING!
Rise up, Rise up or they will never stop
This is the age when we all drop
The age of rage becomes centre stage
Our end is looming as we turn the page.
Rise up, Rise up or they will never stop
This is the age when we all drop
The age of rage becomes centre stage
Our end is looming as we turn the page.
The earth beneath us is crumbling away
We’re a rogue-state death-cult ideology
Gunmen on the prowl in our schools and colleges
Dystopian twittering of false-flag messages
Right wing conspiracies on our screens,
the echo-chamber of fake cut scenes
[megaphone]
We’re living in an age of anti science,
...anti thinking, but pro violence!
[chorus]
I am a Muslim, register me
Strip me, beat me, remove my dignity
I am Mexican, you must deport me
African American, you must report me
I am Transgender, panic and then murder me
I am Poor you can blame everything on me
I am for the public, go ahead, privatise me
I am a woman you can own me then rape me
I am homeless just water-cannon me
I am disabled, now you can bully me
I have a sickness, just uninsure me
I am indigenous, shit on me and steal from me
[megaphone]
I’m a law-abiding shell of a person
Lie to me as the situation worsens.
[chorus]
It’s the last death-rattle of a corporate kleptocracy
cut-string puppets in a billionaire’s democracy
Everyone thought that they were clowning
But money and status means nothing to the drowning
in effluent, excrement and junk technology
Disposable everything — especially you and me
If we fuck this up there won’t be a sequel
Claw back what they stole from the people!
[megaphone/all]
Walls and cages, piss and real estate
Invisible oligarchs, stoking up the hate
Red cap, bump stock, AR-45
Sleepwalking into our final nose-dive
[chorus]
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On mumsnet a comedian,
washed up, no longer premium
Tries to defund a children’s charity
For kids growing up as trans
He is full of his own bullshit
It does not surprise me one bit
When emboldened angry cis het dudes
openly get out of hand
In the shopping malls and stores
Where straight paranoia lingers
Between miles of aisles of gendered toys
So boys can act like men
in the blue aisle are the guns
And the plastic rocket launchers
Princess ponies for your daughters
Hide in corridors of pink...
[CHORUS]
Oh my god the cis are at it again
You’re always gonna find an asshole
That says “hashtag not all men”
Oh my god the cis are at it again
They may want to be our allies
But not are all our friends....
Crossover is discouraged
accountants don’t understand
It’s pretty hard to sell a fucking dress
To a kid not fitting in
All the lies around restrooms,
pronouns you treat as optional
Say more about your obsessions
About what we have “down there”.
....Then there’s gender reveals
Not as wholesome as it feels
Invites like “Touchdowns or Tutus,”
“Hair Bows or Bow Ties,”
“Wheels or Heels,” “Sports or Sparkle,”
“Staches Lashes,” “Boots or Ballet,”
“Guns or Glitter,” “Rifles Ruffles.”
Oh The cis they never stop.
[CHORUS]
Right on cue comes a straight guy
Says straight guys need a straight pride
He feels he’s missing out on something
‘Cos us queers don’t welcome him.
He feels angry and abused
He says he is confused,
Wants a straight white pride to seal the deal
Because being all of that is hard
So he slide into our spaces
and the queer vibe he replaces
He thinks because he’s down with the queer kids
He’s an ally and a friend
He's Just a fucking metrosexual
-- Another tourist heterosexual
He's completely inessential
And he's trying to shut us down!
[CHORUS]
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3. |
Problem Child
04:01
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Problem Child (Music and Lyrics by Claire Fox)
I don’t wanna be a problem child
I just wanna have what’s mine
I just gotta be who I gotta be
I ain’t gonna waste my time
Panic hits, don’t feel like a girl
Don’t feel like a boy, my head in a whirl
Nothing makes sense anymore
Dysphoria‘s such a fucking chore.
Cos I’m a Problem Child [x4]
Problem Child Not doing Fine
always happy, none of the time
Who is this stranger inside of me
Telling I’m not so I ought to be?
Stares on the Bus, bullies waiting for me
They tore up my dress, stole my lunch money
Look in a mirror and who do I see?
No one staring back at me
Cos I’m a Problem Child [x4]
Problem Child Not doing Fine
always happy, none of the time
Who’s the Imposter inside of me
Telling I’m not so I ought to be?
Cos I’m a Problem Child [x4]
Problem child not doing fine
Always happy, none of the time
Scared of my face because all I see
Is a total stranger staring at me
There’s shit in the papers
There’s hate on TV
Clueless mumsnet commentary
They think they know best, they know nothing at all
Don’t know who I am, but I ain’t nobody’s fool.
Cos I’m a Problem Child [x4]
Problem Child Not doing Fine
Always happy, none of the time
Your problem child is never gonna be free
Until I bite off the hand that feeds
I’m your Problem Child
I’m you're Problem Child
I’m your Problem Child
I’m you're Problem Child
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4. |
No Ordinary Life
04:34
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Woke up to another day, where I don’t wanna kill myself
It’s getting easier to leave self-loathing on the shelf.
Slapped on a patch, fistful spiro, gets better every day
Just an ordinary-extraordinary girl starting her day.
Grit my teeth, Look in the mirror, and fix... my... hair.
Do the basics, work the checklist
Any changes down there?
Find some clothes, they’re wearing out, I gotta get some more
Even ordinary-extraordinary girl’s all have their chores.
And I know, it’s getting obvious
— you have to face up to the facts
You found a bunch of likeminded punks,
— making friends and hatching plans
You used to stay at home inside and stare at these four walls
Being true to your identity is gonna cost you balls.
[chorus]
This is no ordinary life you’re leading
It may feel like you’re living day-to-day
This is no ordinary life you’re living
Its the only one you got, so start living in your own way
You check your phone, the hate out there is getting pretty loud
— Do your best to shut it out, and blend in with the crowd
Get to work, hold down a job, yeah we’ve all got bills to pay
You don’t owe anybody anything just to make it through the day.
— Check your Twitter on the shitter, unfriend another jerk
They’re the poison, don’t engage them, use it to network
There’s a shit-fuck-tonne of angry punks — and they’re not going away
All undecided but not divided, finding their own way.
So don’t give up on yourself, I know it’s frickin’ hard
When the need for living honestly just left it’s calling card
Get through the day, in your own way, try to keep yourself intact
When thriving, and surviving becomes a revolutionary act.
[chorus]
And setbacks, your gonna have ‘em
It’s not an easy ride
Your dysphoria still kicks your ass, and hurts you every time
There are assholes everywhere and you are gonna get some flack
But with a hundred thousand punks behind you
- Yeah, we have got your back.
This is no ordinary life you’re leading
It sometimes feels like fucking shit, with hell to pay
This is no ordinary life you’re living
Feel what you gotta feel, and we hope you’ll find your way
I hope you get to where you don’t wanna kill yourself
Trust me, it gets much better leaving self-loathing on the shelf.
I know it feels so hard, it will get better another day
Be that ordinary-extraordinary girl in every single way
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