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So, here I'm posting 2 songs by Le Tigre. This is the second major band formed by the phenomenal Kathleen Hanna. Hanna is most revered as one of the foundational riot grrrl musicians and the driving force behind the earlier band, Bikini Kill. Le Tigre is a very experimental band that blends a punk sensibility with retro dance music and electronica. This description sounds very odd, I'm sure, but their music is both very interesting (and even catchy sometimes) and very smart. Hanna has such an interesting singing voice too... when she sings her voice can be truly beautiful and lyrical, but then when she wants she can adapt her voice to sound, really, really punk.
As with any riot grrrl band, there's a huge focus on feminist issues and it can usually be assumed that they're addressing a feminist and gay-friendly audience. Le Tigre routinely addresses both feminist issues and gay rights issues (and often other social issues too) in their lyrics. Their lyrics often verge on protest music.
The first one here is one of their most polemical songs from the album
Feminist Sweepstakes , 2001. Really, almost any song from this album is relevant to this thread, and I'll probably post a few more as time goes on.
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“F.Y.R.”
Ten short years of progressive change.
Fifty f’in years of calling us names.
Can we trade title nine for an end to hate crime?
RU-486 if we suck your f’in dick?
One step forward, five steps back.
One cool record in the year of rock-rap.
Yeah we got all the power getting stabbed in the shower
And we got equal rights on ladies night.
Feminists we’re calling you.
Please report to the front desk.
Let’s name this phenomenon.
It’s too dumb to bring us down.
F.Y.R. Fifty years of ridicule.
F.Y.R. Take another picture.
Mrs. Doubtfire on Mother’s Day.
On-the job stalker for equal pay.
Toss us a few new AIDS drugs as national healthcare bites the dust.
While you were on vacation black people didn’t get reparations.
You know these days no one’s exploited.
Sorry dude can’t hear you with my head in the toilet.
Feminists we’re calling you.
Please report to the front desk.
Let’s name this phenomenon.
It’s too dumb to bring us down.
F.Y.R. Fifty years of ridicule.
F.Y.R. Take another picture.
You’ve really come a long way baby.
It’s you not the world that’s totally crazy.
‘Cause we really rocked the vote with election fraud in poor zip codes.
Celebrate gay marriage in Vermont by enforcing those old sodomy laws.
One step forward, five steps back.
We tell the truth, they turn up the laugh track.
Feminists we’re calling you.
Please report to the front desk.
Let’s name this phenomenon.
It’s too dumb to bring us down.
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And, I love this song about the problem of social apathy or inertia.
“Much Finer”
My mind’s on rewind and quicksand. (what?)
I was up all night doing nothing. (last night again?)
Do you wanna stay in bed all day? (yeah!)
Do you remember feeling any other way? (no!)
I must have been sleeping when you called.
I’m not feeling well at all. (cough, cough.)
I got this thing that’s been going around called please pretend that I’m out of town. (okay?)
I’ll make some coffee, put on some eyeliner.
I think I’ll find that things are fine and they’re gonna get much finer!
Hey look, I’m really sorry I couldn’t make it to your party.
I know it looks like I’m gonna cry.
Got a to-do list behind my eyes.
So, go tell your friends I’m still a feminist.
But, I won’t be coming to your benefit.
I give up.
I give up.
I’ll be at home today.
