Song Song Song - Owen Pallett

Got a daughter who’ll eat anything

They like to feed her words, words, words

And tell her, Watch for the plague, girl, check your stool

Or we’ll send you to reformatory school

And make a man out of you

They’ll press what is left into new

They’ll press what is left into new

They’ll press what is left into new

Out of dust, out of empty space

From the bedroom to the marketplace

You be bold, but not too bold, and frame it all in gold, in gold

Your credibility is broken in two

But we’ll press what is left into new

We’ll press what is left into new

We’ll press what is left into new

Let’s sing a song about a woman’s rage

Sing a song about an empty stage

A song, a song about how to sing

A song song song about everything!

You’re tough, for a girl, and you’re smart, for a girl

Stop, stop your ears from burning and fill my stomach with your singing

Concern concern concern yourself with the invisible!

Concern concern concern yourself with the incredible!

Don’t turn to motherhood so fast, you have been blinded

There’s a word for all you keep inside

And though you try to hide it, we will write it!