Sharp Minds, Raised Fists

by Gaptooth

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1.
My sisters got sharp minds, raised fists and feminist dreams My sisters are beautiful, dangerous, rebel queens My sisters they got each other’s backs in solidarity My sisters they analyse, organise, and push till victory My sisters are queer straight, cis, trans, black, white and brown My sisters make noise, make headlines and shut shit down My sisters are restless, there’s always more work to do My sisters got red lines, black lists, they take no shit from you This is the resistance, calling all my sisters Raise your voices loud And I’ll see you at the post-patriarchy disco Cause we waited so long, and we won’t back down Yeah I’ll see you at the post-patriarchy disco ‘Cause all we want is liberation now My sisters got war wounds, back stories, tales to tell My sisters they build each other up, and build themselves as well My sisters will keep on coming and we will outlast My sisters got contacts, networks, they’re building movements fast My sisters they think big, they got grand designs My sisters got strong game, weird style, they colour outside the lines My sisters create new worlds and they draw big crowds My sisters they play hard, love deep and laugh out loud This is the resistance, calling all my sisters Raise your voices loud And I’ll see you at the post-patriarchy disco Cause we waited so long, and we won’t back down Yeah I’ll see you at the post-patriarchy disco ‘Cause all we want is liberation now ‘Cause we’re getting impatient This situation is holding us down Are we done here? Get ready Go go go go go And I’ll see you at the post-patriarchy disco Cause we waited so long, and we won’t back down Yeah I’ll see you at the post-patriarchy disco ‘Cause all we want is liberation now
2.
They say cutback, we say fightback Cut back – fight back Cut back – fight back They say cutback, we say fightback Cut back – fight back Cut back – fight back Fight back, Fight back, Fight back, Fight back, Fight back, Fight back, Fight back, Fight back, They cut we bleed, They cut we bleed They cut we bleed, They cut we bleed They cut we bleed, They cut we bleed They cut we bleed, They cut we bleed It is our duty to fight for our freedom It is our duty to win We must love and support one another We have nothing to lose but our chains Back up, back up, we want freedom, freedom All these sexist racist cuts, we don’t need ‘em, need ‘em Back up, back up, we want freedom, freedom All these sexist racist cuts, we don’t need ‘em, need ‘em In the UK two women a week on average are killed at the hands of a partner or ex-partner Two women a week – murdered Two women a week – murdered Two women a week – murdered Two women a week – murdered They cut we bleed, They cut we bleed They cut we bleed, They cut we bleed They cut we bleed, They cut we bleed They cut we bleed, They cut we bleed To those in power, our message this We stand against austerity Your cuts are dangerous We will not be silenced We stand united And fight together And together we will win Back up, back up, we want freedom, freedom All these sexist racist cuts, we don’t need ‘em, need ‘em Back up, back up, we want freedom, freedom All these sexist racist cuts, we don’t need ‘em, need ‘em Back up, back up, we want freedom, freedom All these sexist racist cuts, we don’t need ‘em, need ‘em Back up, back up, we want freedom, freedom All these sexist racist cuts, we don’t need ‘em, need ‘em
3.
Red Flags 03:13
I didn't say you could take my photo And I didn't say you could touch me there I'm sending all the signals that I don't like this And you're taking liberties 'cause you don't care I’m keeping it polite, ‘cause you might be dangerous You’re pretending like the message isn’t getting through You say you're a nice guy and probably believe it But everything you’re doing tells me that’s not true Yeah you’re toxic, and not in the Britney sense So miss me with your hashtag not all men defence All the alarm bells are ringing out loud And you don’t even know You’re raising up red flags, red flags A warning to the world You’re raising up red flags, red flags A warning to the world It’s a language we learn and we teach to each other ‘Cause we gotta get wise and look out for our friends We wanna stay sexy and not get murdered It shouldn’t be on us but it’s our only defence We’re working for a world where we don’t have to do this Where we can let down our guard and just exist But we’re still giving out those fake phone numbers And we’re still walking home with out keys in our fists Yeah you’re toxic, and not in the Britney sense So miss me with your (hashtag) not all men defence All the alarm bells are ringing out loud And you don’t even know You’re raising up red flags, red flags A warning to the world You’re raising up red flags, red flags A warning to the world Don’t beat yourself up if you’ve missed them We’ve all been there Just chalk it up and let it go You’re raising up red flags, red flags A warning to the world You’re raising up red flags, red flags A warning to the world
4.
We are all so anxious With workloads and debts and deadlines They call us ‘lazy, entitled generation’ While they pull the ladder up behind For 6 hours each night I am an animal Just breathing, sleeping, curled up in my nest For 18 more I try to tame These restless thoughts I entertain like uninvited guests I’ve gotta do some of what pays me Some of what sustains me Hold on to what I'm living for But I’m not my productivity I think all this work is killing me And I can’t face it anymore We are all so anxious Our lifelines can so quickly disappear Living in times of plenty but still running on empty I think I need a sick day, month, year For 6 hours each night I am an animal Just breathing, sleeping, curled up in my bed For 18 more I try to tame These restless thoughts I entertain like uninvited guests I gotta do some of what pays me Some of what sustains me Hold on to what I'm living for But I’m not my productivity I think all this work is killing me And I can’t face it anymore
5.
Terminal 4 05:49
I assign meaning to railway stations, street signs and park benches Landmarks of my triumphs, traumas, heartbreaks and adventures Cities feels like chapters from my autobiography Brought to life in a movie screening only I can see London Heathrow arrivals, you were waiting at Terminal 4 That’s when I first knew you did not love me anymore Now every time I pass through there I can see us standing there In amongst all the smiling faces, our ghosts still hang in the air Certain locations, precise coordinates transport me Like combinations of words and melody they bring back history Now I’m five and I’ve got nothing but time Now I’m old and I want to go home I never felt so excited as Christmas 1993 We waited so impatiently, just my big brother and me Standing outside the house we lived in, strangers live there now As though we never existed, but we’ll be always there somehow Certain locations, precise coordinates transport me Like combinations of words and melody they bring back history Now I’m five and I’ve got nothing but time Now I’m old and I want to go home I just want to go home
6.
I keep myself busy working hard All day copy paste send receive I search and retrieve But when I lie awake in bed at night There’s nothing around me but the constant beat Of thoughts on repeat It’s a midnight call from a past suppressed Did I state my case? Did I do my best? If I can’t forget then I must accept what’s done But the tape rolls on Rewind and replay My body is here but I’m miles away Sensing danger in the everyday To keep me safe I made my world so small Hid away from it all There’s still a heart beating in my chest I think I’m ready for this song to end Ready to live again It’s a midnight call from a past suppressed Did I state my case? Did I do my best? If I can’t forget then I must accept what’s done But the tape rolls on. Rewind and replay My body is here but I’m miles away I invent conversations where I finally can convey Every word that eluded me on that day Clever me I’m arguing with a memory It’s sunny today I’m present and safe and feeling okay I wanted to stay But the past crashes in and calls me away Rewind and replay As my mind circles round each crushing detail Rewind and replay I hear each awkward pause, each cruel turn of phrase Rewind and replay It's past time I broke free from this windowless place Rewind and replay Won't somebody help me change my ways?
7.
Why are we all pretending that we’re fine? I’m going to mention the unmentionable Why aren’t we all just smashing things and screaming? I want to do something irrevocable Why do we all respond that we’re okay? I’m going to say something uncomfortable Why aren’t we all just breaking down and making a scene I want to talk about what we’re all avoiding
8.
Mixtape Song 05:40
When I was moving house I found a shoebox packed With every letter that you wrote me all preserved intact From 2000 to 2003 And the mixtapes with tracklists all written by hand So carefully selected, only one song per band You hoped might resonate with me While the others were all out there getting drunk with their friends We just talked to other lonely kids on MSN While pirating the Manics and the Smiths And a soundtrack made us feel like we could be enough As if all of those songs could have been written about us The Mountain Goats, The Faint, Magnetic Fields and Flaming Lips Ball of burning spacerock spinning through the dark I wish you every good thing, wherever you are Well we all survived somehow And though I never see you now I still believe in certain bonds that never break So send me your co-ordinates I'm making you a tape The last time we spoke you were down on your luck Oh did you hear that The Weakerthans split up? I always thought you’d be a writer or a rock star Well I never had anything worthwhile to say But you always wrote back anyway You said “I’ll change the world we live in, please don’t change the way you are” Ball of burning spacerock spinning through the dark I wish you every good thing, wherever you are Well we all survived somehow And though I never see you now I still believe in certain bonds that never break So send me your co-ordinates I'm making you a tape Music connects me to people, connect me to music Connects me to you Music connects me to people, connect me to music Connects me to you Music connects me to people, connect me to music Connects me to you Music connects me to people, connect me to music Connects me to you
9.
Such a Girl 03:30
Hide all emotions under six feet of cement Like a plague victim or a nuclear accident Whatever it takes to stop the world from seeing No one must know I’m a human being I cry, they say must you always be this way And they say, they say Don’t be such a girl You know you’ve got to man up It’s a brutal world out there But I don’t see what’s wrong with letting everyone see That I get broken and lonely and scared You don’t care about anything or so I’m told It keeps you safe but it leaves me cold So drop that nonchalant act, I’m not buying it Show me who you really are, no justifying it You cry, they say you’re not meant to be this way And they say, they say Don’t be such a girl You know you’ve got to man up It’s a brutal world out there But I don’t see what’s wrong with letting everyone see That I get broken and lonely and scared So feed me digital entertainment direct into my frontal lobes And let it wash away feelings, the kind I’d rather not expose Don’t be such a girl You know you’ve got to man up It’s a brutal world out there But I don’t see what’s wrong with letting everyone see That I get broken and lonely and scared
10.
Thank you for your text message, excuse the late reply I had such a nice evening and you seem like a great guy Your anecdotes amuse me and you’re into some good bands But I’m sending you this message in the hope you’ll understand ‘Cause when you leaned in to kiss me I ran off to catch my bus I had all these nagging doubts that there could be a chance for us I’m not resigned To the fate I’m assigned Love is beautiful, I can’t deny I remember the dopamine high The euphoria and pain is second to none Is it written in biology? Is it really my priority? Or just the constant stream of love songs that we all have grown up on? All my friends are coupled up and they expect me to comply As if the only way to be someone’s to be somebody’s wife But I won’t die I’ve got love in my life And did I mention I find marriage to be problematic I think the state should have no say in whose love is legitimate Race, nationality Gender, geography My calculations tell me it’s true We’re financially safer as two All those buy one get one frees are wasted on me But is money a good rationale Even I am not so cynical That my affections can be bought so easily And what if you begin to grate, become right wing in middle age We’ve got the house, the cats, the kids and it’s too late to disengage Would I last a week? Smother you in your sleep? So you see it’s not your jokes or your misguided facial hair I’m just not sure I can see myself as one half of a pair I’m not the romcom sweetheart or the fairytale princess And that’s why I left you standing outside Pizza Express Yes that’s why I left you standing outside Pizza Express
11.

credits

released October 11, 2019

All music and lyrics by Hannah Lucy, except chants on ‘They Cut We Bleed’, which were written by Sisters Uncut and used with permission. ‘It is our duty…’ chant adapted from Assata Shakur by Sisters Uncut. All instruments played or programmed by Hannah Lucy, except rhythm guitars on ‘I Am Not My Productivity’ by Steve Dawson and on ‘Why I Left You Standing Outside Pizza Express’ by Peter Wright. Vocals recorded at Dreamtrak Studio by Oli Horton. Crowd noises on ‘Post-Patriarchy Disco’ were recorded at the Feminist Anti-Fascist Assembly march against the Democratic Football Lads Alliance in central London on 13 October 2018. Samples on ‘They Cut We Bleed’ were recorded at the East End Sisters Uncut march against cuts to social housing in Hackney on 9 July 2016. Tape deck samples on ‘Mixtape Song’ courtesy of Stecman, Constructabeat at Freesounds and Stephan at Soundbible. ‘I Am Not My Productivity’ produced and mixed by Hannah Lucy and Steve Dawson. All other tracks produced by Hannah Lucy, mixed and mastered by Oli Horton at Dreamtrak Studio. Cover illustrations by Hannah Lucy. Artwork laid out by Thread Creative (www.thread-creative.co.uk).

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Gaptooth London, UK

Gaptooth, aka Hannah Lucy, is a riot grrrl-influenced electro-pop artist based in London. Her second album, Sharp Minds, Raised Fists, is due out on 11 October 2019.

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