“Mr. Weinstein Will See You Now” – Amanda Palmer and Jasmine Power’s new song that honours the #MeToo movement

“Mr. Weinstein Will See You Now” – Amanda Palmer and Jasmine Power’s new song that honours the #MeToo movement

There are three things I always love about Amanda Palmer’s music.

The first is that killer combination of piano and vocals.

The second is the lyrics. Amanda, who’s brought us songs about female pubic hair, female masturbation, and being slut shamed by the Daily Mail, never shies away from a topic that might be considered “too female”, and certainly never shies away from a topic that might be considered “too feminist”.

The third is her eye for talent. Amanda is constantly pulling other great artists into my view by collaborating with them.

“Mr. Weinstein Will See You Now” delivers on all three. I don’t need to tell you it’s about the #MeToo movement, but I will mention that Amanda reached out to Rose McGowan to receive her blessing to use this title.

Her collaborator, this time, is Welsh artist and songwriter Jasmine Power, and together they’ve created something quite remarkable.

To quote Amanda herself, “Every time I hear this track, I get goosebumps.”

Video and lyrics are below, and if you want to buy it, (and I recommend you do,) pay what you want for it here.

amanda:
your seven hundredth bedroom
the waiter brings the bill
you came here dressed for battle
you knew damn well.

the sharpening of axes
the fat man rings a bell…

jasmine:
don’t touch me
i’m not here to help

amanda
he’ll smother what he captures…

jasmine: move over

amanda:
you know damn well.

every door behind you closing…

jasmine:
you’re a very lucky girl…

amanda:
every velvet rope that opens…

jasmine:
every time the robe unfurls.

amanda:
you came here with a wish-list…

jasmine: move over

amanda:
you came with bows and bells…

jasmine: i’m not here to have

amanda:
you came here armed for action…
you knew the drill.

jasmine:
move over before i shelve myself
i’m not here to help you.

amanda:
every man behind the curtain

jasmine:
jerking knobs and smoking guns

amanda & jasmine:
shut your eyes pay no attention
just keep calm and carry on

black or blue, you choose
you’re free to be inbetween
play or lose
you say
it’s not what you meant to mean
black or blue
you mean
what? you’ve got to be kidding.
just turn me over

jasmine:
fast
and
let’s get this over with
let’s get this over with

amanda:
let’s get this over with

jasmine:
let’s get this over with.

amanda:
you crouch down in the bathroom…

jasmine: our time is at a loss

amanda:
the mirror makes you sick…

jasmine:
won’t have you in me

amanda:
you hear him channel surfing…

jasmine:
won’t have you near me…not at any cost

amanda:
you knew this script.

jasmine:
run now, girl, run.

amanda: your shirt is on the table…

jasmine: run now girl, toss back the covers…lay your buttons on the ground

amanda: your skirt is on the floor…

jasmine: i dare you not to lay back down, your fetish on the floor

amanda: you did what anybody would…

jasmine: bless me with the strategy to chip away your smell
walk
the nightmare out the door

amanda:
every version has two endings

jasmine:
every night the penny drops

amanda & jasmine:
open casket, open casting
this is where the story stops

jasmine:
i storm out through the hallway
i leave the scars inside
you won’t portray my picture
this film is mine

amanda:
every door that closes opens

jasmine:
you may cut this lucky girl

amanda
say you’ve got
a lot of nerve
walking in here on your own
so come and get it
you deserve it
everybody wants to rule the world

jasmine:
say you want me
say you’ll haunt me
say you’re angry
say you’re honest
say you’re honest
say you’re sorry
say you’re sorry

amanda & jasmine:
black or blue
you choose
you’re free to be inbetween
play or lose
you say
it’s still not what you meant to mean
black or blue
you mean
what?
you can’t be serious
don’t you dare forget

jasmine:
that i’m the one writing this
i’m the one writing this

amanda:
and this never happened.

jasmine: i’m the one writing this.

amanda:
this never happened.

jasmine
i’m the one writing this.

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