So Much It Hurts
Provocative Musings: Unveiling Society's Spotlight Divide
Lyrics
We're on the same lineup
We share the same performance lineup.
But I'm half an hour before
I perform half an hour earlier than you.
Cause you're a boy with a guitar
You, as a male with a guitar, hold a certain status.
And I'm just a whore
I feel marginalized or objectified as just a sex worker.
You'll shout about your breakup
You express emotions about a breakup in your music.
I'll shout about my rights
I use my music to advocate for my rights.
They'll politely clap for me
The audience politely applauds my performance.
But you'll take the spotlight
You, with a guitar, attract more attention and admiration.
Some guy in the crowd
A male in the crowd compares me to his wife.
Says I look just like his wife
This comparison is from 30 years ago, in her prime.
But 30 years ago
I prefer talking to your girlfriend at the merchandise stand.
In "the prime" of her life
She appreciates my lyrics more than you because she understands them.
I'd much rather talk to
I encourage you to infuse political themes into your lyrics.
Your girlfriend at the merch stand
Use your music to educate me and make the most of our time.
She say she loves my lyrics
Call for action and protest through your words.
Cause unlike you she understands
Challenge and provoke my thoughts with your lyrics.
I want you to politicise your rhyme
Evoke intense emotions and critical thinking in me.
Teach me with your music
We share the same performance lineup.
Make the most of my time
I perform half an hour earlier than you.
I want you to start riots with your words
You, as a male with a guitar, hold a certain status.
Radicalise me with your lyrics
I feel marginalized or objectified as just a sex worker.
Make me think so much it hurts
You express emotions about a breakup in your music.
We're on the same lineup
I use my music to advocate for my rights.
But I'm half an hour before
The audience politely applauds my performance.
Cause you're a boy with a guitar
You, with a guitar, attract more attention and admiration.
And I'm just a whore
I feel marginalized or objectified as just a sex worker.
You'll shout about your breakup
You express emotions about a breakup in your music.
I'll shout about my rights
I use my music to advocate for my rights.
They'll politely clap for me
The audience politely applauds my performance.
But you'll take the spotlight
You, with a guitar, attract more attention and admiration.
I'm just a whore
I acknowledge societal perception of me as a sex worker.
I'm just a whore
I emphasize again that I am labeled as a sex worker.
I'm just a whore
I reiterate my identity as a sex worker.
I'm just a whore
I repeat once more that I am identified as a sex worker.
I want you to politicise your rhyme
I encourage you to infuse political themes into your lyrics.
Teach me with your music
Use your music to educate me and make the most of our time.
Make the most of my time
Call for action and protest through your words.
I want you to start riots with your words
Evoke intense emotions and critical thinking in me.
Radicalise me with your lyrics
Challenge and provoke my thoughts with your lyrics.
Make me think so much it hurts
Urge the artist to stimulate deep thinking and emotional response in me.
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