Your lipstick smear across your face,
Now toss your hair in dirty grace.
Pink leather strap on your guitar,
Now spread your legs - how bright you are.
Mmmmmm,
They all know your name, Collie,
Claw your way to fame...
There's a star in her eyes and she knows it,
There's a star in her mind year she shows it,
There's a star in her eyes and she knows it,
A star in her mind yeah she grows it...
And every evening the sun comes up when she goes down,
And every evening the mud fills up her bridal gown.
The little girl inside of you,
Has made her dreams come true.
And tonight you take the stage.
You wear a dress of blood and lace.
You left a stain where you have kneeled
But Collie, you're still invisible...
Your lipstick smear across your face,
Now toss your hair in dirty grace.
Pink leather strap on your guitar,
Now spread your legs just like a star...
And I'd like to eat her breasts and know God,
And I'd like to taste her flesh and grow hard,
And I'd like to eat her breasts and grow God,
And I'd like to suck her breath and blow hot...
Now toss your hair in dirty grace.
Pink leather strap on your guitar,
Now spread your legs - how bright you are.
Mmmmmm,
They all know your name, Collie,
Claw your way to fame...
There's a star in her eyes and she knows it,
There's a star in her mind year she shows it,
There's a star in her eyes and she knows it,
A star in her mind yeah she grows it...
And every evening the sun comes up when she goes down,
And every evening the mud fills up her bridal gown.
The little girl inside of you,
Has made her dreams come true.
And tonight you take the stage.
You wear a dress of blood and lace.
You left a stain where you have kneeled
But Collie, you're still invisible...
Your lipstick smear across your face,
Now toss your hair in dirty grace.
Pink leather strap on your guitar,
Now spread your legs just like a star...
And I'd like to eat her breasts and know God,
And I'd like to taste her flesh and grow hard,
And I'd like to eat her breasts and grow God,
And I'd like to suck her breath and blow hot...
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Of course, again, it may not be easy to define what is archetypically male. Norman [band member] once referred to Swans as "sensitive guys." There are now organized groups like Riot Grrrls. I tried to comment on this is in songs such as "Volcano," which appeared on A Far Cry, a compilation record of women in music and will also be on Soundtracks For The Blind. I was being ironic while also undestanding the kind of role-playing that is taking place, and the persona you become onstage... the way that male thrust (that's an appropiate word) infltrates what women do. That song also comments on all I've gone through in making music for ten years and still being essentially ignored or invisible. It's a kind of eulogy, and a word of caution to other women.
I was always barefoot onstage, and I stepped in some glass as I opened the set "a cappela" to prepare the crowd for the barrage of sound to come. I was singing in front of this drunken, drugged mob of boys, and I was pummeled by mushy tomatoes right at my vagina-right there. It left a stain (an image I used in the song "Volcano"), but I didn't even blink. And when the song was through, I looked right in their eyes and blew them a kiss and walked back to my position behind the keyboards.
-Jarboe -from the book "Angry Women In Rock: Volume One" (MCMXCVI)