A Band Room of One's Own

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Long ago, in a time when women all wore bloomers
A woman wrote about her life, of controversial rumours
Fighting for a better deal
Making space for the sisterhood

Do the dishes, mind the stew
Don't mess with books and papers
To raise bare walls, from bare earth
Was all that they could do
Branded with blue stockings
Making space for the sisterhood

In a room of one's own

Mighty poet's misery
That's the burden of song
In the back room, off the stage
A burden held too long

Marching with blue stockings
Call me any name you please

There's no arm to cling to
There's no book to sing to
Cats don't go to heaven
Women can't write Zeppelin

Without a band room of one's own

Find the book to sing to
You've got arms to cling to
Even poor and unknown
You are never alone

In a room, in my room
In a room of one's own

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from Appetite for Reproduction, released July 1, 2011

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