"This album is a lot of not letting men pit us against each other or keep us separate from each other so they can control the message. I remember my grandmother used to talk about my grandfather and his mistress. And his mistress actually was his wife for the rest of his life. They were married for 50 years. But to her, she was always mad at this mistress. And it was always like, “Man, she didn’t do it. Our grandfather did it. Your husband cheated on you. She just fell in love with some guy. Then they were together forever afterwards and had a family. Be mad at the right person, don’t feel mad at the wrong person.” Later on in life, I’m with a guy. I found out he’s seeing some other woman. I meet that other woman — I’m nice to that other woman. She didn’t do it. She didn’t cheat on me."
And the figure and the form and the revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies, take it easy
When he leaves me, please be my guest
To whatever I mighta left in his kitchen cupboards
In the back of his bathroom cabinets
In the middle of the day, it's like the sun
But the Saharan one, staring me down
Forcing all forms of life inside of me to retreat underground
It grows relentless like the teeth of a rat
It's just got to keep on gnawing at me
And it constricts like a boa on a hose, nothing flows
So the pressure grows instead of the seed
People like us get so heavy and so lost sometimes
So lost and so heavy that the bottom is the only place we can find
You get dragged down, down to the same spot enough times in a row
The bottom begins to feel like the only safe place that you know
But you know what?
I spread like strawberries (I spread like strawberries)
I climb like peas and beans (I climb like peas and beans)
I've been sucking it in so long
That I'm busting at the seams
I too used to want him to be proud of me
And then I just wanted him to make amends
I wonder what lies he's telling you about me
To make sure that we'll never be friends
This video and song are both masterpieces on their own... then you put them together?? My proverbial wig has long been snatched and torched. I stand here agasp, bald.
