When I walked into that booth
On that sunny afternoon
I looked down at my hands
Thought "who am I to choose
Out of these two people who don't know who I am?"
Keep it underneath renewable energies
No one *really* cares that the planet's nearing death
With Rio Tinto's mines and politician's alibis
Keep this country going
Running it to the bitter end
It's just a cycle on a stormy sea
To perpetuate a culture of apathy
I'm a victim of compulsory voting
My power's diluted before I've even spoken
Everyone knows it's just conspiracy
To keep you and me out of policies
I've got a few 'fuck yous' to hand out
And there's plenty to go around
Fuck you Mr Pyne for laughing at our rioting
And jacking up university fees
Fuck you to Scott Morrison and to those who followed him
For locking out our refugees
Fuck you to Joe Hockey, don't you try and stop me
From working a job I actually like
Fuck you Malcolm Turnbull and fuck you Tony Abbott
But mostly fuck you to the voters for making this happen
Beautiful reflections on family, grief, and indigenous identity from CHamoru-American indie rock/post-punk artist Rosa Bordallo. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 24, 2019
Dreamy, intimate experimental pop, part of the artist's challenge to herself to write and record a song every single day of the year. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2017