SHE

On the realities of an impossible choice, and how she pays either way.
This heartbreaking tune was written for the album ME DAZA recorded in Ireland during their referendum for abortion rights, where ultimately ‘She’ won the choice to decide what to do with her own body. The alternative is to force women to carry a child to term under threat of law. Something we only do to livestock.

#repealthe8th #prochoice #abortion #womensrightsarehumanrights
(dove image by Kate Macdowell)

CREDITS: Written by Reid Jamieson and Carolyn Victoria Mill.
Recorded and Produced by Kieran Kennedy in Schull, Co. Cork Ireland.
Mixed at home in Vancouver, BC Canada by Reido.
Vocals by Reido. BG vocals and Gin-infused glockenspiel by CVM.
Improv piano parts by Vincent ‘The Chancer’ Collins.
All other instruments / sounds by KK and Reido.
Mastered by Elisa Pangsaeng at CPS.


SHE (lyrics)

All it took was a moment
How easily he pulls away
And now a time for atonement
Where for his precious gift
she’ll pay
 
A willing passion play,
Or trust betrayed.
Whatever choice she makes
For this mistake
She’ll pay and pay and pay
 
We, count the crosses row on row
Not the dirt in where we
sow their seeds
She, a harbour or a vessel below
We stand above
With every stone she bleeds
 
Two lie awake in the darkness
A long hard day, an age-old need
The love they make
they soon part with
The weight of
one more mouth to feed
 
Working twice a day
For half a wage
Oh, and when he breaks
For this mistake
She’ll pay and pay and pay
 
We, count the crosses row on row
Not the dirt in where we
sow their seeds
She, a harbour or a vessel below
We stand above
With every stone she bleeds
 
All alone by the millions
In shame they suffer silently
Do we care where her life ends
Hospital bed or back alley
 
Keep her on her knees
Tending seeds
Oh, but who will feed
Those unwanted
When they turn to weeds
 
We, count the crosses row on row
Not the dirt in where we
sow their seeds
She, a harbour or a vessel below
We stand above
With every stone she bleeds
 
She, was more than just where flowers grow
What else she’d be we’ll never know, will we?
She, was more than just a vessel you know
She…