si ca tot am amintit din nou “ziua barbatului”, eu ma gindeam s-o sarbatoresc azi. de ce azi? hm, dar de ce nu?

deci cu ocazia acestei zile, cintece feministe de trupele mele preferate de tipi feministi:

[andreea i-a mai citat pe unii aici]

• fugazi:
  [ok, ian zice – in don’t need you, de ex. – ca el nu e sigur ca e “feminist” ca nu-i place sa se eticheteze dar ii spun eu, este; iar guy a produs ultimul album al the gossip, enough said]

“suggestion” (13 songs, 1989)

Why can’t i walk down a street free of suggestion?
Is my body the only trait in the eyes of men?
I’ve got some skin
You want to look in
There lays no reward in what you discover
You spent yourself watching me suffer
Suffer you words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands
Suffer your interpretation of what it is to be a man
I’ve got some skin
You want to look in
She does nothing to deserve it
He only wants to observe it
We sit back like they taught us
We keep quiet like they taught us
He just wants to prove it
She does nothing to remove it
We don’t want anyone to mind us
So we play the roles that they assigned us
She does nothing to conceal it
He touches her ’cause he wants to feel it
We blame her for being there
But we are all guilty

• propagandhi:

“refusing to be a man” (less talk, more rock, 1996)

I’m not going to try to tell you that I’m different from all the rest. I’ve been subject to the same de-structure of desire and I’ve felt the same effects; I’m a hetero-sexist tragedy. And potential rapists all are we. But don’t tell me this is natural. This is nurturing. And there’s a difference between sexism and sexuality. I had different desires prior to my role-remodelling. And at six years of age you don’t challenge their claims. You become the same. (Or withdraw from the game and hang your head in shame). I think that’s exactly what I did. I tried to sever the connections between me and them. I fought against their further attempts to convince a kid that birthright can bestow the power to yield the subordination of women and do you know what patricentricity means? I found out just a couple of days/months/years/minutes ago. It means male values uber alles and hey! Whaddaya know… sex has been distorted and vilified. I’m scared of my attraction to body types. If everything desired is objectified then maybe eroticism needs to be redefined. And I refuse to be a “man”.

“ladies’ night in loserville” (today’s empires, tomorrow’s ashes, 2001)

Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation*. She slurs “how much more bullshit you got left? Cuz you been feeding me this crap about ‘free speech’ and ‘thought-police’ like I’m supposed to sit and swoon”. It takes three more rounds till the subject changes and in that time she lays it down: “Fuck Larry Flynt and any campaign to silence women standing up and fighting back. And I fuck to cum, so don’t lay your ‘repressed’ shit on me. I fuck to cum. Fuck your blessed Trinity. I’m so sick of needle-dicks and (selective) first-amendments. I can out-think, out-drink, out-fuck-you-all so fuck your bullshit ‘femi-nazi’ crap, no needle-dick’s gonna silence me. I fuck to cum.”

* graphos = graphic depiction, pornos = female sexual slave

• fifteen:

“man against man” (lucky, 1999)

Fuck Marxism
Fuck Socialism
Fuck Capitalism
Fuck Anarchism
White man’s got a whole lot of solutions
White man’s got a whole lot of problems
White man’s got a lot of bright ideas
White man likes to play God
White man says, he says that God is a white man.
Everybody else and everything else gets systematically objectified
White man says, he says that nature is not a part of God.
Fuck Communism
Fuck Democracy
Fuck science
Fuck reason and rationality
White man’s got a whole lot of solutions
White man’s got a whole lot of problems
White man’s got a lot of bright ideas
White man likes to play God
White man says, he says that God is a white man.
Everybody else and everything else gets systematically objectified
White man says, he says nature is not a part of God
White man’s got progress, but its only pollution
White man’s got technology, it’s only confusion
White man’s got Nature yeah, and he’s got the papers to prove it
White man’s got a bomb and he’s stupid enough to use it
White man says, he says that God is a white man
Everybody else and everything else gets systematically objectified
White man says, he says nature is not a part of God
To kill her becomes justified
White man says, yellow man, red man, black man they are not a part of God
To kill them becomes justified
Man against God
Man against Nature
Man against Woman
Man against Child
Man against Man
[inspired by the writings of Russell Means]

“i am a man” (lucky, 1999)

A man should be mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally available
To his partner
A man should be mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally available
To his children
A man should be mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally available
To his community
A man should be mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally available
To the other children in his community
I’m a man,
At least I think I am
A man should be mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally available to his partner
A man should be mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally available to his children
A man should be mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally available to his community
A man should be mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally available to the other children in his community
A man should abandon Power Over
A man should embrace the notion of Power Of
A man should abandon Power Over
A man should embrace the notion of Power Of
I’m a man,
At least I think I am

• los crudos:

“en mi opinion” (los crudos/spitboy split lp, 1995)

Hay que valiente que sos.
Mira, que fuerte que sos.
Abusando a las mujeres.
Nunca mereces el respeto.

En mi opinion, No vales nada.
En mi opinion, sos una mierda.

Sos el mas macho del barrio
Sos el mas chingon por aqui
Cojiendo todo que te enfrenta

Pobre desgraciado, todo tu vita te malcriaron,
Mal educado, siempre te ensenaron con el puno,
Y es la unica manera que conoces.
Y es la unica forma que comprendes

A gritos te comunicas con la gente
Las cachetadas y los golpes son tu idiom
Amenazando a todos en tu vida
Abusando a la gente que no lo necesita

En mi opinion, No vales nada
En mi opinion, Sos una mierda.

• bonus: versurile si intro-ul la o piesa de cipher

“venom” (children of god’s fire, 2005)

“Liberal” western society continues to reinforce antiquated gender norms and the oppressive sex and gender binaries. Norms, inherent components of our relationships, inject venom that distorts the humanity of women, and threatens their autonomy. Men, you must fall back, as women develop autonomous spaces. Women, live boldly; unapologetically and lovingly make revolution. Meanwhile, we all must confess our parasitic relationships with patriarchy. Somehow, through this struggle, we can link-up in solidarity.
Popular unrest snuffed up with just one touch. A love that’s unjust. A knot that undoes. In the womb the blood christened by bickering that beckons the coming… LIKE COWS FOR THE FATTENING. SHOW PIGS IN OBLIVION, LIES! Traditions of mutilation is futile hatred of the fertile pearl in the person of the universal matron. INTERNALIZE HATRED. CLOUDING HUMAN REASON, DIE! Women and men with venom that both poisons men and women but crushes the women and ushers in male dominion. Ready for the new war fought inside this sickened, mangled, tortured, gendered vision. We don’t need a program. We don’t need a time. Total revolution. Wash away these crimes. We don’t need to reform an evil system that needs to be destroyed, whose architects need to be tried for evil and lies. We don’t need this sickened, mangled, tortured, twisted gendered vision no more. Woman couldn’t have a love of your own. Hell’s patterns of speech is his. Tell Adam to keep his ribs. Women have enough broken bones. Wouldn’t matter if he opposed the beast until women rose and took the throne. And beaconed him to push and grow. Everything they took we hold. Practically all we own is actually all a loan. We’re practically all alone. Estranged from two mothers, the same as each other: Earth and the one with x and y chromosomes. Why go alone into the unknown of being free of this privilege of denying pain that preexists and jump into the abyss? Deal with it: that suffering and pain the venom leaves inside you. Blood let till what remains is what feeds inside you. Still grasping for panic. You wanted this, have it. To honor this, ‘pon it bring automatic ravage to all the manic addicts, addicted to venom. Christened by the bickering that beckons the coming… HIS IS THE UNWHOLE WAY. TAUGHT THAT WEAKNESS SHOWS YOUR LOVE! Learn manhood from the father that talks with clinched fist often, and walks relentless over the one that bore these helpless offspring. HER LIMB LANGUISHES TRAGIC. BROUGHT TO FORGET WHO SHE WAS! A womb bearer that would soon fear her own partner is a wound wearer that would soon impair her own daughter. Both are utter subjects to the power order we scorn! All of us slaves to a condition of tradition supported by cash commission and addiction for subordination. Patriarchy is the coordination of hatred. Vomit it up. Just let it fall! On top the churches. On top the nations. On top the weapons. On top this mission. Free all the children. Free all the prisoners. Free all the verses. Free all the willing. Arm us with knowledge. Arm us with rifles. Arm us with passion. Bring down Babylon.