SIRENS: A Female Collaborative Project

[THOA]

It's been a while since I came here. How is everyone doing?

"Sirens" is a project that is all about women ie thoughts, speech and actions dedicated to one half of two genders of a species known to us as homo sapiens. It is a collaborative ensemble of female artists, writers, performers and expressionists who have come together to celebrate women and their multi-faceted representations: the Eves (the beginning), the Gaias (the mother), the Aphrodite (the lover), the Isis (the partner) and the Kali (the destroyer). In fact, "Sirens" is a celebration of the individuality in women. That is why every participant in the project represents herself in different styles and ways. It could be in the words, the art, the music or the thoughts. Basically, they are representing who they are; as women, and, more importantly, as individuals.

In the first instalment, or "1st Notion", I have gathered four female emcees from the underground hiphop scene to participate and contribute vocally and lyrically in a audio track. The topics to be discussed were made open, so the participants had a vast choice of things to write and rap about. The participants were in fact encouraged to express on a theme that they are most comfortable with about themselves as an individual and as a woman.

The participants took on the challenge and chose to touch on issues like war and chauvinism, as well as personal rants and abstract poetry, all strung together by beat production and techniques concocted by Armen of The House of Anonymous/MIME Unit.

To listen to the track, go to http://www.thoa-in-session.com/sirens/. The links at the bottom of the pages will lead you to places that you can download the track for free.

Comments welcomed.

 

[THOA]

Lyrics
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*adrenalene*

its adrenalene in session
im grabbin the mics for the passion
so sit down and take a listen
while im penetratin silence
its xs for the movement
we startin this revolution
not tomorrow, think today
breakin the mould its made of clay
put this verse on rewind pause play
cos the rush is here to stay
im a mistress of the ceremony
this is holy mic matrimony

we break silence like sirens and banshees
rage tyrants with this rant and then she
had a dream and a vision of gandhi
now a fantasy because they envisioned it blindly
thats why we take flight against the gravity
and break free from this normality
six step over the galaxy
and rock steadily across the seven seas
six step over the galaxy
and rock steadily across the seven seas

*phique*

'cross the seas and pass the deepest oceans
who's the culprit who made all these decisions
the use of ammunition and weapons of mass destruction
who could answer my deepest inquisitions
decide with pride to all the things unright
without consoling what is you have inside
a heart made of stone, all is known, what is left is bones
a mom of 5 kids at home, she stands alone
she raises her hands and prays to God
the only man in the planet that she had sought
to believe in, to have trust and faith
and in her prayer, she silently said
"send me an angel, please make this war end
protect my family. stop the suffering, AMEN."
men with no feelings, no conscience, just listen
realise this, you're not MAN enough to be huMAN

*farz*

if i could learn to run my lines thru outskirts of this siren,
i could bless a little soul,those in need a voice to silence.
i could use big metaphors to pull an encore,
i could use the guts to dream,this is what im made for,
i could be paid for, i could enslave for,
i could use a stage this big,16 feet, 4 by 4,
i could use the stereotype to keep me moving,
i could use to get my self esteem off that shoestring,
bless you,
i know what you sayin and i get you,
my lyrics could be bad but they'd still say i like you,
sugarcoat comments,put my feelings before hand,
then you'd say im good but it dont make any sense,
it's not about the judgement, it is in the persona,
im a girl, can you accept that i can burn ya,
narrow minds, typical road drainage,
so many girls, but what's our percentage.

*qtb*

ladies,
break the mould, put a new shape into it
if you think you've been wronged, time to get it up
and get it right, what they think all along
mute the cries of the biased lies,open the eyes
of the blind-eyed cynics
silence the chauvinist
rectify this, with justified acts cementing the facts
about you the truth, in what you do and prove that it's true
you, gotta have what it takes to make and to break
the typecasted chains bound to our name in inferior pain
they stain our face with dirt
slain our grace with hurt
blame our place on Earth even though we're sources of birth
we're forces that's worth each attention given
only my hope is that we will be given acceptance
(my hope is for acceptance)
but if you try to mock our peace even if you try to break my bliss
i'll fight this mental twist with my lyrical fist but
i'm not feminist, i'm sexist only when a man's chauvinist
then i'll infect a diss like disease, till their ego cease to exist.