Sanger om voldtekt

Seksualisert vold mot kvinner, denne gang i form av overfallsvoldtekter, er på dagsorden om dagen. Det er bra, selv om deler av debatten er helt på tur. Vi skal skrive mer om dette senere, for nå får dere nøye dere med noen musikalske innslag.

Boys who rape should all be destroyed
Boys who rape should all be destroyed

Three to one girl
How can you win
One horrid night
You hope that it’s a bad dream
They rip you to shreds
Make you feel useless
You’ll never forget
Those fuckers stay in your head

Boys who rape should all be destroyed
Boys who rape should all be destroyed
They rip you to shreds
Make you feel useless
You’ll never forget
Those fuckers stay in your head

Boys who rape should all be destroyed
Boys who rape should all be destroyed
Boys who rape should all be destroyed
Boys who rape should all be destroyed

Du går genom parken
Det är inte ens natt än
Och två som går bakom springer ifatt och tar
Allt som är ditt

Du borde ha skrikit
Men det kommer inget ljud
Dom behöver inte ens hålla för din mun
Allt som var ditt

Åh, tänk om du hade gått en annan väg
Eller inte vart så korkad och gått ute själv
Du kanske hade fel kjol eller kanske gick för sakta
Det måste va’ ditt fel
Det måste va’ ditt fel

Vem skulle ha trott dig?
Du fyllde i blanketten som inget
Och sen så var det borta
Allt som var ditt

Alla sömnlösa nätter
Allt rådlöst klamrande fast till allt som är konstant
Och allt som en gång var ditt

Åh, tänk om du hade gått en annan väg
Eller inte vart så korkad och gått ute själv
Du kanske hade fel kjol eller kanske gick för sakta
Det måste va’ ditt fel
Det var aldrig ditt fel

De jävlarna ska skjutas
De jävlarna ska skjutas
De jävlarna ska skjutas
De jävlarna ska skjutas

Jag vet vad han heter
Jag står med ett gevär
Jag ska spendera mitt liv
Och ta tillbaka allt som är ditt

5am
Friday morning
Thursday night
Far from sleep
I’m still up and driving
Can’t go home
obviously
So I’ll just change direction
Cause they’ll soon konw where I live
And I wanna live

Got a full tank and some chips
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
And I sang «holy holy» as he buttoned down his pants
You can laugh
It’s kind of funny things you think
at times like these
Like I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed

Me and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed
And I know what this means
Me and Jesus a few years back
Used to hang and he said
«It’s your choice babe just remember
I don’t think you’ll be back in 3 days time
So you choose well»
Tell me what’s right
Is it my right to be on my stomach
of Fred’s Seville

Me and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

And do you know Carolina
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through you head
When there’s a man on your back
And you’re pushed flat on your stomach
It’s not a classic cadillac

Me and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

Mer om sangen her.

Tori Amos explains the experience:

«I’ll never talk about it at this level again but let me ask you. Why have I survived that kind of night, when other women didn’t», she says. «How am I alive to tell you this tale when he was ready to slice me up? In the song I say it was ‘Me and a Gun’ but it wasn’t a gun. It was a knife he had. And the idea was to take me to his friends and cut me up, and he kept telling me that, for hours. And if he hadn’t needed more drugs I would have been just one more news report, where you see the parents grieving for their daughter». «And I was singing hymns, as I say in the song, because he told me to. I sang to stay alive. Yet I survived that torture, which left me urinating all over myself and left me paralysed for years. That’s what that night was all about, mutilation, more than violation through sex». «I really do feel as though I was psychologically mutilated that night and that now I’m trying to put the pieces back together again. Through love, not hatred. And through my music. My strength has been to open again, to life, and my victory is the fact that, despite it all, I kept alive my vulnerability».

If it weren’t for your maturity none of this would have happened
If you weren’t so wise beyond your years I would’ve been able to control myself
If it weren’t for my attention you wouldn’t have been successful and
If it weren’t for me you would never have amounted to very much

Ooh this could be messy
But you don’t seem to mind
Ooh don’t go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime

We’ll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you’ve washed your hands clean of this

You’re essentially an employee and I like you having to depend on me
You’re kind of my prot¨¦g¨¦ and one day you’ll say you learned all you know from me
I know you depend on me like a young thing would to a guardian
I know you sexualize me like a young thing would and I think I like it

Ooh this could get messy
But you don’t seem to mind
Ooh don’t go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime

We’ll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you’ve washed your hands clean of this

what part of our history’s reinvented and under rug swept?
what part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
what with this distance it seems so obvious?

Just make sure you don’t tell on me especially to members of your family
We best keep this to ourselves and not tell any members of our inner posse
I wish I could tell the world cuz you’re such a pretty thing when you’re done up properly
I might want to marry you one day if you watch that weight and keep your firm body

Ooh this could be messy and
Ooh I don’t seem to mind
Ooh don’t go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime

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