Everybody needs a good tune to get them through their Mondayitis and in recognition of that I'm starting up Musical Modays; feminist music on a Monday... hopefully every Monday, but I'll settle for most of them.
Kick back, grab a cuppa (or whatever you fancy) and think about how awesome it would've been to be front and center at this gig:
Glass Ceiling by Metric
Only know what I'm told, only know what I'm told
Fast asleep daydreaming
Start to push, break your own glass ceiling
Can't count, can't catch the pieces falling
Who let it end up on the ground
How am I gonna know you're letting me down
How did I end up on the ground
Only do what I'm told, only do what I'm told
Last to leave cold calling
You're gonna lose your arms, amputate plasticine
There's no knight in silver armor shining
Who let it end up on the ground
How am I gonna know I'm letting you down
Who let it end up on the ground
How did he end up on the ground
Face down on the ground
Only go where I'm told, only know what I'm told
Inch to inches crowding
We can't leave, it's the last road open
Every speed on our knees is crawling
Imagine Sisyphus Happy
5 years ago
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