A Song Is Just a Song

by Unwoman

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I have been in a pretty low place about nearly everything for the last couple months. My career is no exception. Why am I even doing this? Looking at my last two scheduled gigs, one was canceled the week of, and the other had about a dozen people in attendance. I’ve decided not to pursue travel gigs in the foreseeable future.

But, on my friend Steven Archer’s (Ego Likeness) advice, I picked up a copy of Art & Fear. I went out of town for the night of my just-cancelled gig — my first night apart from both child and partner since I gave birth — read most of the book, then settled in to composing. The topic most present in my mind was: am I actually making the world a more beautiful place, and is that a laudable goal in this moment? Two weeks later I finished the lyrics at a hotel bar after my (underattended) Simi Valley gig. Here’s my current orchestration. It works with live-looping, too, so the next time I want to depress everyone at a show, it’s fucking ON.

References: Miss Rumphius (Barbara Cooney) and Good Bones (Maggie Smith)

Other title ideas I had (temp title was Art And Trash)

This Is Not the Digging Song
Our Delicate Hands
On Behalf of the Revolution
The Golden Age of Circuses

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This world is filthy and full of shit
Yet I've been told to stay clean
This world is dangerous and wants me dead
Though I was promised safety

When I was young I was taught my job was
To make this world a beautiful place
But what can one person do besides
Planting flowers on top of heaps of toxic waste?

A song is just a song, it won’t help to turn the soil
Unless it’s sung while digging

And these bards and I are still
Singing on behalf of The Revolution
Because it’s something we can sell you on
Without sullying our delicate hands

[Resistance will always be sexy, that part is easy
And it’s our bread and butter
In this, the golden age of circuses]

Yes this world is dangerous and wants to kill you
But you should survive anyway, live to fight another day
Because it’s your job to make this a beautiful place
To spread the lie that we can be safe

A song is just a song, and it doesn’t bring upheaval
Unless it’s the gravedigger’s hymn
A story about utopia is still just a story
Unless we write it in blood

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released November 27, 2018

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Unwoman San Francisco

Unwoman is a San Francisco-based cellist-singer-songwriter. Layered with skillful cello, rich vocals, and electronically arranged beats, her solo music is a futuristic homage to her classical training. Unwoman has been featured at steampunk, goth, and sci-fi-related events all over North America and has performed with Abney Park, Rasputina, Voltaire, Amanda Palmer, Stripmall Architecture... ... more

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