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lyrics
Vanessa: They stroll up,
all floppy haircut
and Generation Y awareness.
Oh, they've evolved now.
The fuck-boys can quote
Gloria Steinem with the best of them.
Read all the articles,
wrenched their hearts, held their placards.
Front line stance at all the marches.
But we're so relieved to
have a love that's not a feast of fists,
we let the condescension cascade
round our ears,
let you speak over us and for us
because it still matters that you love us.
How bitter to admit it
but it still matters that you love us.
But here's that familiar rhythm now.
We're still falling in step now.
Dizraeli: Bring your attention
to
Me!
Battling the iron spider,
the giant iron spider
that vomits flames
and
Me!
The only hope for
what’s-her-name,
who is in the grip of the iron spider
facing
Me!
The giant iron spider vaporiser
with the laser-bladey-sabre-
razor-cutter-spider-fucker-upper,
I’m a walking fist.
Pectorals pump a single pump
and see me flung up towards the spider
with a flying upper cut.
The punch connects,
the angels all applaud,
the giant iron spider falls
and so does She.
Into my arms,
I’ve won it all.
The girl, the guts the glory,
gurt wanger.
Everywhere I jizz a church sprang up.
Vanessa: I’m here at the alter with a question.
Answer me this.
There is a body
and there are rumours that that body was once mine.
Walks, talks and sounds like mine.
Have you seen it?
It's circling round a town of best guesses.
It used to be full of piss and vinegar,
barrel belly of riot grrrl folklore.
Not any more.
Its a sight for sore eyes.
Its a sight for your eyes.
Have you seen it?
Dizraeli: Pretty sure yeah,
arm like the neck of a swan,
hip like a rest for a hand,
dip in the small of the back,
sweat on the brow,
eyes like the call of the wild,
yeah.
Pretty sure I saw that
brilliant thing
promising skin against skin
promising a pressing of flesh,
a dimming of lights,
a sudden up-springing of life.
Pretty sure I spied that
dream made flesh,
answering my teenage cry
with Yes.
I couldn’t make out the features but still,
I can obsess how it would feel
and if It were mine
I would plunge in,
dick it all night,
swing it unhinged.
I would be creature be conqueror deep as a root in the dirt of it,
let me un-think.
Vanessa: What is her name?
Were you there in the bathroom
when she ate a whole box of tampons
one after the other?
She did not want you to know
how full of red she was,
how shame makes her own mouth
a cave of afterthought.
Have you seen her?
What is her name?
Dizraeli: I promise I’m a
broad brained
third wave,
choice loving
whole grained
whole hearty feminist.
Cock-fighter,
rebel soul smiler
with a brick resolve, kinder
to the man in street,
than I am to me.
I promise I’m a
news transmitter,
never hand-sitter-onner,
I’m a candlelit vigil of a man,
sister,
promise
I’m the first to the barricade,
black flag waver,
dedicated to my niece, Salome
and the vow I made.
Fire to the Patriarch,
fire to the fascist state,
sister take my heart as a hand grenade,
ready for the burning bras,
wishing for when women take charge
and I’m sorry I keep looking at your…
Vanessa: Hey!
Dizraeli: I’m sorry I keep looking at your…
Vanessa: Hey!
Dizraeli: I’m sorry I keep looking at your…
Vanessa: Hey!
It’s OKAY.
Say it for what it is, good sir.
Put the megaphone down.
Place your real intentions
in the air where we can see them.
I know she looks like the opening credits
to the film of your life.
I know you like the view of yourself
from those pudding bowl eyes of hers.
BUT YOU’VE HAD YOUR FILL NOW
So answer me this.
What is her name?
And have you seen her?
Really, seen her?
credits
from Boat Building,
released November 27, 2020
Words - Vanessa Kisuule, Dizraeli
Music - Riaan Vosloo, Patrick Davey, Arthur Lea, Dizraeli
For over a decade Tongue Fu have built a cult following at their live shows where people expect the unexpected. Writer,
musician and founder, Chris Redmond, invites poets, comedians, storytellers and rappers to take risks, re-working material live with improvised soundtracks from fleet footed, genre-crunching musicians.
Previous collaborators include Kate Tempest, Soweto Kinch and Akala....more
An old friend of ours and a truly inspiring writer, performer and human. Kae could make a poem that changed your life out of the contents of your bins. Tongue Fu
