| 作词 : Raphaela Rockson/Afua Asiedu/Vanessa Akua Medie/Nana Ayebi Kwakye | |
| 作曲 : Nana Ayebi Kwakye | |
| FROM MY SISTERS Listen to the stories You can’t see the pain in our eyes Do you only call yourself an ally just to keep your mind satisfied? Uh, Anae | |
| Been crying out for allegiance for the longest while | |
| My brothers told me I should keep them all on speed dial | |
| You know my mama raised me in a way, to make sure I can get it any day | |
| That ain’t a threat to you though, so don’t move insecure | |
| I’ve got you, you’ve got me, that’s law, what more | |
| When you’re confronted with your demons what you gonna tell ‘em | |
| Do we even share the same sentiments | |
| I tell my sisters we should rally up, bally up, hooded up | |
| On the front line like we’ve had enough, your time is up | |
| Stay claiming misandry , claiming I’m miss angry | |
| On your not all men steeze, uh | |
| You see the weight of the world’s already getting to me | |
| And now you’re adding to the load | |
| You’re supposed to alleviate me | |
| You’re supposed to appreciate me | |
| Create, initiate some schemes with me | |
| Remediate this pain with me, come on Brittle bones still walk the walk Painting white flags red We said we won’t be silent, won’t be scared. Nooo Nooo o past me, past you past them, past time man, this world remains past forever you know? and if if we're gonna make a change then it’s together, you know because tomorrow’s for the daughters, they need better, you know If time is upon us, why the hell we still alive? If we’re still living, how come we can never get it right? We still living in the little corners of our lives And there's still women always getting pestered in their strides It’s the man’s world It’s the old man’s world New men are often taught, all the old man’s wrongs I’m sure you’re old enough to be a new man bro Don’t you grow into your dad, be a new man bro Oh what a time to be living (is that right?) Stories on the news get me livid everybody’s acting quite indifferent I pray your little girl never meets this ugly world. Brittle bones still walk the walk Painting white flags red We said we won’t be silent, won’t be scared. Nooo Nooo o The women you praise for their silence gather us round and stack the sum of their voices on our tongues The mother you hail for her sacrifice tells us there is nothing holy about burning alive for her entitled sons You’re too busy fiddling with the idea of dominance to witness your sister fighting back the language of shadows Your father cast her aside saying girls and boys can’t play that close and you started calling him king for it You’re growing into a man who thinks everywhere he steps is his You claim ownership from the home, to church, to office Act like our existence wasn’t meant to occupy much space And somehow don’t get why we’re as loud as this We’ve been stacking up, remember? to match up to ten thousand boom boxes We know you shrug us off but reckoning is coming, just you wait You would’ve gotten away with it too if not for these ****ing feminists We’ve been running in circles, dancing with the devil And clearly none of that was enough If I am not your mother, your sister or your lover... Is being who I am not enough to save? If there’s anything left to say... Are you gonna listen today? |
| zuo ci : Raphaela Rockson Afua Asiedu Vanessa Akua Medie Nana Ayebi Kwakye | |
| zuo qu : Nana Ayebi Kwakye | |
| FROM MY SISTERS Listen to the stories You can' t see the pain in our eyes Do you only call yourself an ally just to keep your mind satisfied? Uh, Anae | |
| Been crying out for allegiance for the longest while | |
| My brothers told me I should keep them all on speed dial | |
| You know my mama raised me in a way, to make sure I can get it any day | |
| That ain' t a threat to you though, so don' t move insecure | |
| I' ve got you, you' ve got me, that' s law, what more | |
| When you' re confronted with your demons what you gonna tell ' em | |
| Do we even share the same sentiments | |
| I tell my sisters we should rally up, bally up, hooded up | |
| On the front line like we' ve had enough, your time is up | |
| Stay claiming misandry , claiming I' m miss angry | |
| On your not all men steeze, uh | |
| You see the weight of the world' s already getting to me | |
| And now you' re adding to the load | |
| You' re supposed to alleviate me | |
| You' re supposed to appreciate me | |
| Create, initiate some schemes with me | |
| Remediate this pain with me, come on Brittle bones still walk the walk Painting white flags red We said we won' t be silent, won' t be scared. Nooo Nooo o past me, past you past them, past time man, this world remains past forever you know? and if if we' re gonna make a change then it' s together, you know because tomorrow' s for the daughters, they need better, you know If time is upon us, why the hell we still alive? If we' re still living, how come we can never get it right? We still living in the little corners of our lives And there' s still women always getting pestered in their strides It' s the man' s world It' s the old man' s world New men are often taught, all the old man' s wrongs I' m sure you' re old enough to be a new man bro Don' t you grow into your dad, be a new man bro Oh what a time to be living is that right? Stories on the news get me livid everybody' s acting quite indifferent I pray your little girl never meets this ugly world. Brittle bones still walk the walk Painting white flags red We said we won' t be silent, won' t be scared. Nooo Nooo o The women you praise for their silence gather us round and stack the sum of their voices on our tongues The mother you hail for her sacrifice tells us there is nothing holy about burning alive for her entitled sons You' re too busy fiddling with the idea of dominance to witness your sister fighting back the language of shadows Your father cast her aside saying girls and boys can' t play that close and you started calling him king for it You' re growing into a man who thinks everywhere he steps is his You claim ownership from the home, to church, to office Act like our existence wasn' t meant to occupy much space And somehow don' t get why we' re as loud as this We' ve been stacking up, remember? to match up to ten thousand boom boxes We know you shrug us off but reckoning is coming, just you wait You would' ve gotten away with it too if not for these ing feminists We' ve been running in circles, dancing with the devil And clearly none of that was enough If I am not your mother, your sister or your lover... Is being who I am not enough to save? If there' s anything left to say... Are you gonna listen today? |
| zuò cí : Raphaela Rockson Afua Asiedu Vanessa Akua Medie Nana Ayebi Kwakye | |
| zuò qǔ : Nana Ayebi Kwakye | |
| FROM MY SISTERS Listen to the stories You can' t see the pain in our eyes Do you only call yourself an ally just to keep your mind satisfied? Uh, Anae | |
| Been crying out for allegiance for the longest while | |
| My brothers told me I should keep them all on speed dial | |
| You know my mama raised me in a way, to make sure I can get it any day | |
| That ain' t a threat to you though, so don' t move insecure | |
| I' ve got you, you' ve got me, that' s law, what more | |
| When you' re confronted with your demons what you gonna tell ' em | |
| Do we even share the same sentiments | |
| I tell my sisters we should rally up, bally up, hooded up | |
| On the front line like we' ve had enough, your time is up | |
| Stay claiming misandry , claiming I' m miss angry | |
| On your not all men steeze, uh | |
| You see the weight of the world' s already getting to me | |
| And now you' re adding to the load | |
| You' re supposed to alleviate me | |
| You' re supposed to appreciate me | |
| Create, initiate some schemes with me | |
| Remediate this pain with me, come on Brittle bones still walk the walk Painting white flags red We said we won' t be silent, won' t be scared. Nooo Nooo o past me, past you past them, past time man, this world remains past forever you know? and if if we' re gonna make a change then it' s together, you know because tomorrow' s for the daughters, they need better, you know If time is upon us, why the hell we still alive? If we' re still living, how come we can never get it right? We still living in the little corners of our lives And there' s still women always getting pestered in their strides It' s the man' s world It' s the old man' s world New men are often taught, all the old man' s wrongs I' m sure you' re old enough to be a new man bro Don' t you grow into your dad, be a new man bro Oh what a time to be living is that right? Stories on the news get me livid everybody' s acting quite indifferent I pray your little girl never meets this ugly world. Brittle bones still walk the walk Painting white flags red We said we won' t be silent, won' t be scared. Nooo Nooo o The women you praise for their silence gather us round and stack the sum of their voices on our tongues The mother you hail for her sacrifice tells us there is nothing holy about burning alive for her entitled sons You' re too busy fiddling with the idea of dominance to witness your sister fighting back the language of shadows Your father cast her aside saying girls and boys can' t play that close and you started calling him king for it You' re growing into a man who thinks everywhere he steps is his You claim ownership from the home, to church, to office Act like our existence wasn' t meant to occupy much space And somehow don' t get why we' re as loud as this We' ve been stacking up, remember? to match up to ten thousand boom boxes We know you shrug us off but reckoning is coming, just you wait You would' ve gotten away with it too if not for these ing feminists We' ve been running in circles, dancing with the devil And clearly none of that was enough If I am not your mother, your sister or your lover... Is being who I am not enough to save? If there' s anything left to say... Are you gonna listen today? |
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