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Reykjavíkurdætur

CitoyenK — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 12:58:01 -0800

By: CitoyenK

CitoyenK — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 12:59:16 -0800

Reykjavíkurdætur Við erum ljónynjur forynjanna Reykjavíkurdætur Valkyrjur foringjanna þekkið þessar rætur .Dínamíska dúóið, þú og við betra skiptum lið en að snúa við. Innblásnar af fortíðarsyndum við undir þér kyndum, trúðu mér við myndum eður í aldingarði, spmámaðurinn sagði og lagið okkur línurnar, vaxiði vagínurnar. Ætlum að ónidda, reykjavíkursódóma takiði til fótanna. Andsettar af rímum ógn á okkar tímum rappkonukvendi búnar mæk í hendi rífum kjaft með okkar rímnaflæði það leggur enginn í okkar kvennmanskvæði því reykjavíkur dætur eiga þessar nætur Ó 101, Þegar tungurnar tæta og allir fara að æpa, heltekur mig djúpstæður leiði, helli í mig meiri mjöði, svarta solla er kominn aftur stærri en á fenrisúlfi er hennar kjaftur, kraftur enginn maður meiri svo þegið því ég andardrátt ykkar heyri., ég er ekki ein úlfynja við erum töluvert fleiri. Ég er skynvera, úlfynja, forvitið frík. Sveiflandi makkanum í Reykjavík. Reykjandi heit í einni flík. Reynslurík, gjörólík, dramatískaren dínamít. Litríkari en hver árstíð, gulur, rauður, grænn og blær. Svartur hvítur. Geri hlutina uppá mínar eigin spýtur. Ég er indjánahöfðinginn, þarf ekki að kynna hann inn. Ég fæddist með 17 rokkstig, ætla ekki að stilla mig. ertu að skynja mig? Tilfinna er komin til að trylla þig!!! Ég vil veita mér það skáldaleyfi að víkja frá, tek róandi í töfluformi og trúi á stjörnuspá. orðin mín álög, kveðandi rýmur á nornadulmáli. heit er orðin að báli þú veist við erum úr stáli, hrein mey skiptir ekki máli, hitnum bara meira, brennum ekki ái! blótandi blindandi losna ég úr hlekkjunum með glimmerið í munninum og naglaförin í lófunum! Ekki að fíla þetta svefnherbergisdjammsesjón, kvenhormón með ambissjón að performa í kaldalón. Þarf ekki medífer eins og Salómón því ég er kama kama kamílíón! Í blikká renna baugar, í smásjá hvísla taugar Smásjór og fjöll, glitrandi köll, hús og ein höll og svo allir þeir sem breyst hafa´í drauga Ég er í stíu. Og ég man eftir kvöldinu sem stjórnin féll, eftir bálinu sem brann og dansinn í kring hring eftir hring eftir hring. VANHÆF RÍKISSTJÓRN! Von og bón um skilning, um að Nú er kominn tími. Kominn tími. Löngu kominn tími Við höfum valdið höfum vonina, flettum loksins ofan af kvótakóngaklíku. Við ætlum ekki að sökkva í þetta sýki Við viljum sanngjarnt réttarríki Við ætlum ekki að sökkva í þetta sýki Að ríkisstjórnin falli eða víki. Köllum þessu kalli! Við göngum ekki í gildrurnar. Gapandi með grænar glyrnurnar Við erum rödd andspyrnunnar. Sæll Bjarni B, hér er Sigmundur D mættir! til að græða meira fé kominn í killer grúv, 39 uppsagnir á RÚV, gott múv stjórnum fjölmiðlum, stjórnum hugsunum. Enginn fær að vita hvað við bardúsum. ég er með nýja markaðshugmynd fyrir Geysi ég oní honum hótel reisi ég veit hvernig ég græði ég Vatnajökul bræði vatnsaflið virki og álverin styrki Hver þarf Björk, Þórsmörk og Sigurrós viltu ekki frekar kaupa þér coke í áldós Seljum vatnið til Neslé, fáum 10.000 kr í veskeð lækka bensínskatta, græði slatta engar stelpur ná að stoppa mig með því að rappa "Bulldoza listina, bomba náttúruna styrki bankana, geri sjálfan mig að forstjóra, ég á jeppa fjóra og villu stóra, í flóóórida, ég ownidda" peningar, peningar vúhú, menning, menning búhú... Ég rúlla um göturnar með taumlaust flæði Þarf ekk'að borgí fokking stöðumæli ég er alltaf niðrí bæ. ég er alltof fokking flæ Nærist bará rusli eins og Krua Thai Reykjavíkur borg í ljósum logum undan skíta, funky, rúnkara og marða orðum frá stelpuskottum, með perraglottum og bæjarrottum í rauðum sokkum Flæðið berst eins og blóð í bindi bundum, fundum gramm í öllum húsasundum stundum þarf að segja sannleikan. Því ég reyki ekki gras, ég fíla bara metangas. Ég borða ekki hass ég fæ mér frekar vatnsglas og ég meika ekki Flass svo ég hlusta bará Kvennaþras Stöðumælamörður, láttu mig í friði því ég er umhverfisvæn og ætla stúta þessu liði...ratata bitch! ég er stærri en orð fá lýst, það sem ekki má, ég geri það víst rímnalæti, ég er í fyrsta sæti. Ég er svo sæt að þú gætir fengið femínístablæti sælgæti, dreymir- barefþú gætir og komdu þá að kveðast á, þá skal ég þér sýna að kveldúlfur er kominn í kjerlinguna mína! sem gerir mig svo helvíti fríska, lifandi, tifandi, sataníska heldur þú að þú sért eitthvað fyrir mig? ég er alltof stór fyrir þig, komin til að roðfletta þig það er eldur í mér fer að hitna BRENNUR! Því ég er hér og ég fíla þegar hárið leikur í blænum Ég er stormsveipur úr vesturbænum Reykjavík, ég er svar við ykkar bænum Feyki ykkur með mér í einum grænum Við hænum alla að okkur er við stígum á stokk Því þessi rappkonuflokkur er svo fokking mikið rokk Æj úps ég sagði aftur fokk en þú mátt ekki fá sjokk Margrét Erla Maack. Því hver er ber að baki nema systur eigi Er í systralegi ekki systralagi Þjóðin heldur ekki þvagi yfir þessu lagi Mér nægir ekki að eiga borg og bæi Ég vil heiminn segðu nú að þú fílir blæinn!

By: GenjiandProust

GenjiandProust — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 13:04:33 -0800

I liked the cat cameo.

By: ZaneJ.

ZaneJ. — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 13:04:40 -0800

I seem to like this. That's odd.

By: sammyo

sammyo — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 13:17:35 -0800

I know how I make I Vatnajökull wrath water power works and smelters subsidies. Who needs Björk, Lovely, the young ladies certainly have, well, what's the translation of 'tude?

By: matildaben

matildaben — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 13:20:31 -0800

I like this! One of the Youtube commenters said it was feminist, and the Google Translate of the lyrics posted above hints that might be the case. I liked the flow, their voices, their costumes and makeup, and their cat. I only wish there were more outdoor shots so I could see if there were any locations I recognized.

By: surplus

surplus — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 13:21:11 -0800

I'm kama kama kamílíón! Me too.

By: aught

aught — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 13:21:45 -0800

Noting that Google Translate wasn't much help.

By: Monsieur Caution

Monsieur Caution — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 13:26:24 -0800

...ratata bitch! It's good to see some love for this under-appreciated Pokémon.

By: CheeseDigestsAll

CheeseDigestsAll — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 13:37:36 -0800

Noting that Google Translate wasn't much help. It's amusing that it has trouble with a lot of the lyrics, but not with the "fuck you" part.

By: cashman

cashman — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 13:48:20 -0800

It's always interesting to listen to raps in languages you don't understand. Oddly enough, flow translates a lot of times even if you don't know the meaning. Some artists will just rap word salad over holes in the lyrics they have so far, and those demo tracks leak sometimes.

By: cashman

cashman — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 13:48:51 -0800

A hiphop or rap tag would be helpful too.

By: Jacob G

Jacob G — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 14:06:38 -0800

I've listened a few times now and I keep getting hypnotized by the rolling R's...

By: Kattullus

Kattullus — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 14:20:21 -0800

Yeah, this is indeed a feminist rap collective. The name Reykjavíkurdætur translates to Daughters of Reykjavík. It started as an open mic (I think) for female rappers. There's a lot of crossover between the literary and art scenes and Reykjavíkurdætur (for instance my chapbook publishing company is putting out a little book of poems by Bergþóra Einarsdóttir, the one in the blue wig, later this winter). Besides being feminist they're very political, calling out specific politicians by name, and referencing things that pretty much happened last week, as well as old political issues. For instance "vanhæf ríkisstjórn" (incompetent government) was the slogan of the anti-government demonstrations after the financial collapse. Incidentally, the chorus goes: Daughters of Reykjavík On dark nights We own this city Hear lioness-words

By: greenhornet

greenhornet — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 14:28:39 -0800

Love a full translation... anyone with a spare 6 months on their hands?

By: cjorgensen

cjorgensen — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 15:56:20 -0800

Kattullus is a tease.

By: OHenryPacey

OHenryPacey — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 17:34:58 -0800

þarf meira Cowbell .

By: sourcequench

sourcequench — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 19:23:33 -0800

Metafilter: Has trouble with a lot of the lyrics, but not with the "fuck you" part.

By: TDavis

TDavis — Thu, 26 Dec 2013 22:52:52 -0800

I think the translation misspelled "forstjóra". But my Icelandic is a bit rusty. ;)

By: artof.mulata

artof.mulata — Fri, 27 Dec 2013 01:51:27 -0800

Was in Reykjavik in March of this year on a Saturday night. Amidst all the drunks falling over, laughing, making out, jumping on moving cars and howling & singing, and the broken glass, and puke in the streets, all I could think was, 'So this is what happens when the 90s never end.'

By: zaelic

zaelic — Fri, 27 Dec 2013 07:11:33 -0800

I often wondered what it would sound like if Vikings tried to rap.

By: IAmBroom

IAmBroom — Tue, 31 Dec 2013 13:59:17 -0800

OK, I'm surprised no one else posted this. Here's Google Translate's version - there's even some interesting cross-language bits it got "right": Reykjavik Daughters We are lionesses se peoples Reykjavik Daughters Valkyries captains know these roots. Dinah mercy duo, you and better trade item than to turn to. Inspired by the past sins the torch to you, believe me, we'd conversion in the garden, spmám Nonetheless, the market told us the song lines, grow vagínurnar. Going to Onida, Reykjavik Sodom cover your legs. Possessed of Rhymes threat of our time rap female creature created sword in hand let us with our jaw na rhyme flow it puts no one in our women's mans song the Reykjavik daughters have these nights Oh 101, when the moon and shred all going to yell, overwhelms me deep lead, pour me more hip, black Solla is back bigger than the Fenris wolf's Her mouth, power no one more so appreciated because I can hear your breath, I'm not alone wolf lioness we're considerably more. I have a sense of being, wolf lioness, curious freak. Swinging your Mac in Reykjavik. Hot smoked in a single garment. Reynslurík, completely different, dramatískaren dynamite. Colorful but each season, yellow, red, green and tint. Black white. Things to do offer my own. I am an indian chief, no need to introduce him. I was born with rock 17 points, do not intend to adjust myself. do you perceive me? Distressing is here to rock you!!! I want to give me a poet Gross deviate from, take a sedative in pill form and believe in horoscope. my words spell, chant spaces on witch coded. is hot become a fire you know we are made of steel, a virgin does not matter, warms just more burn Ouch! swearing blindly do I get rid of hlekkjunum with glimmerið in the mouth and nails in the palms! Not into it Comfort djammsesjón sleep, female sex hormone with ambissjón the Performa in Kaldalón. Do not medífer like Solomon because I'm kama kama kamílíón! The flashing slides Circle microscopic whisper nerves Microscopy Jór and mountains, sparkling palace, houses and one house and all those who changed hafa'í ghosts I'm in the stall. And I remember the night that government fell, Bali by the burned and dance around round and round and round. Inability government! Hope and request for understanding, that Now is the time. 's Time. Long time We have caused, we hope, scroll down finally quota royal clique. We're not going to sink in this disease We want a fair rule of law We're not going to sink in this disease Government fall or disqualification. Call this call! We take no traps. Gaping with green glyr the lines We are the voice of the resistance rate. Hi Bjarni B, here is Sigmund D met! to earn more money come in killer grúv, 39 redundancies at RUV, good múv control the media, controls thoughts. No one gets to know what the bar cookies. I have a new marketing idea for Geyser Down I will raise him Hotels I know how I make I glacial waters rage water power works and smelters grants Who needs Björk, Þórsmörk and Sigurrós would not you rather buy you a coke in Aldona Supply water to Neslé, get ISK 10,000 in veskeð lower gasoline taxes, Green bunch no girls manage to stop me by rapping "Bulldoza art, bomba natural strength of the bank, make myself the CEO; I have a jeep and four large error in flóóórida I ownidda " money, money vúhú, culture, culture búhú ... I roll down the streets with unbridled flow Do ekk'að pay a fucking parking meters I'm always downtown. I'm way too fucking flow Nourished just rubbish as Krua Thai Reykjavik city burning before shit, funky, beats and Mardi words from stelpus cat, with Perra grinned and farm rats in red socks Flow passes as blood volume bound, found in all gram alleys sometimes you need to tell the truth. Because I do not smoke grass, I liked just methane. I do not eat hash I get me a glass of water and I rather Survive no flash so I just listen Women Thrastarbogi Meter Mord, leave me alone because I'm environmentally friendly and supported this Ratan team ... bitch! I'm bigger than words can describe, what can not be, I am sure rhymes panic, I'm in first place. I'm so cute you could received feminist holy object candy, dream-bare fþú may and then come to admire in eg please, let me show you Kveldúlfur that's in my kjerlinguna! that makes me so fucked refresh, live, ticking, satanic do you think that you have something for me? I'm too big for you, come for skinning up there is a fire in me begins to warm burner! Because I'm here I liked the hair game blows I veipur storms from the western Reykjavik, I answer to your prayers Feykir you with my one green We all hens to us is to go on stage Therefore, this rap group wife is so fucking huge rock Thought the oops I said fuck again but you can not get shocked Margret Erla Maack. Therefore, each person in the back unless sisters not Is not sisters uterine sisters place Nation but not the urine of this song I is not sufficient to hold the city and towns I want to tell the world now that you Lattice tough conditions

By: Kattullus

Kattullus — Sat, 04 Jan 2014 17:13:07 -0800

I just saw Reykjavíkurdætur perform at this house party concert thing. It was the sort of random lineup you get at these sorts of events in Reykjavík. The evening started with a producer/presenter of a radio culture show playing a sound-piece she had made by recording her two-year old son singing and then playing the recording back to him and recording that. It was affecting. After that there was a classical violinist playing a baroque violin accompanied by an electronically processed and distorted version of her own playing. Also very good. Last before Reykjavíkurdætur (who were one of 9-10 artists on the roster) was this video alongside a Q&A with the artist about the instrument. It was very interesting. Then Reykjavíkurdætur were up. They didn't perform all together, but various sub-voltrons of the full group. Apparently there are now 13 of them, and they're actively recruiting more women, encouraging the women in the audience to come to their "rappkonukvöld" (rap women's night). Starting were three MCs who I think started the open mic (but I'm not sure), Blær, Salka Sól and Tilfinna (who, if you want to keep track, are the MCs whose verses start at 5:34, 1:52, and 1:02). The first track was a pretty good boast that Blær had written after she realized that previously her lyrics were mostly made up of cursewords. Then Tilfinna did a solo track about being in a relationship with the devil (Blær had a short cameo as a harlequin-masked devil). Next Reykjavíkurdætur-voltron on stage were two MCs whose names I didn't catch (they're at 4:27). As a duo they call themselves Cyber, charmingly named for the type of lipstick they both prefer. They are the youngest members of the crew. Their raps were in some ways simpler than those of the previous three MCs, but they were very strong. One of them delivered verses in Icelandic, Polish and English (the English one being of such ear-burning profanity that I thought that the fifty-something couple seated near the front would implode from embarrassment... which was pretty great to watch). The beats were very DIY, with one of the tracks being played off an iPhone app. Lots of fun. Then Blær, Salka Sól and Tilfinna came back. What was probably the highlight of the night for me was when they did a serious song about sexual violence. It was incredibly powerful with them taking on different roles. Tilfinna was the victim, Salka Sól was the narrator/society, and Blær played the victimizer. It was uncomfortable in a good way, like a little play almost, in rap form, dealing with a really harrowing subject. After that there were two sisters who form a band called Hljómsveitt (they're the MCs who come in at 3:29). First they did a cute indy song calling on boys to get their girlfriends to come (the title of the song translates to "I Love to Come") which they wrote for a friend of theirs who, at the age of 28, had yet to orgasm during sex. The next song they did was an indy rap called "Kynþokkafull" (essentially it means "Sexy") about how having hair on your body is sexy (here's the video, which is a bit NSFW, though no more than the average music video). It was pretty great performance. Then I had to leave. Next up were, I think, a jazz band, and some more music and some readings. My impression of Reykjavíkurdætur was that they are the real deal. Considering they came together only a couple of months ago they already have plenty of solid material. I'm pretty much a fan by now. I'll buy their record when it comes out.