Only recorded this track coz Kevin Field asked me to like 6 years ago when I was still at Jazz School. He probably doesn't remember, and will probably regret it if you tell him this song is dedicated to him, but whatever. Hope you enjoy listening to these lyrics written during the early stages of my radicalisation.
Don't @ me about these drum sounds. It was the first thing I ever made in Ableton.
lyrics
V1
Marginalised, fetishised, criticised
For the sweet curve of my thighs
Or the shape of my unforgiving eyes, or the colour of my skin
Can’t speak for my whole kin
But, fuck, is it annoying
When the only questions that you have refer to my origins.
Yup.
Coz looking back at my herstory
All that I can see is diligence, intelligence
And hard working men and women
My mother would’ve told me to
Never ever give in, or give up
So I won’t hold back
I’m picking up the slack
Won’t take your crap
Yeah, why you so surprised by my IQ
Brown boo beating you
Yes I’m first in line
I won’t apologise for taking up the
Space and time that I’m entitled to
Just as much as you.
So let me give you a clue
It might seem a little extreme
But there’s worse on your t.v. screen.
For instance, working every day in this white world
White washed, might hurl
But it’s alright coz I’m not “brown brown,” right?
Wrong.
Blue collar jobs, just trying to achieve
Yeah, that’s how it seems
Coz I’ve never seen a polynesian lawyer make it big on the big screen
And that’s fucked.
V2
Can’t see the sky
Coz I am trapped by this glass ceiling. I’m
Always reaching, ever reaching, but never breaching
No, never breaching
This self-fulfilling prophecy of being property
These thoughts aren’t just my own
Or my only ones
Can’t settle this with bombs or guns
We need a conversation, an open dialogue
A situation where
The voice of the people who need help can be heard
By those in power
And yes, that’s you
Upper-middle class white dudes
Shut your privileged mouths for a minute and listen, yup
My place reaches further than the corners of your kitchen
I’m a fiend
And there’s so much more to me than is seen
Or deemed worthy
Yeah, it might be great that I’m curvy
But I am more than exotic
Or some erotic play by play
And I’m sick of being catcalled each and every single day
So open your eyes and analyse
It is time for us to rise
All i’m asking for is that you help me fight
For some motherfucking equal rights, man.
Fuck!
If it wasn't for the Lock-down, I would Drive, to Drive Island, in a Hillman Imp but seriously lovely tunes, will take an electric train wearing a Field of Dreams T shirt, I suppose its old hat seeing I missed the gig on March 6th, lovely performance at Drive Island, all the best! Whyte Rushan
