On the heels of Pussy Riot’s “Straight Outta Vagina” video comes “Organs,” the new music video from Nadya Tolokonnikova, founder of the Russian punk group.
The latest video, which makes its premiere on The Huffington Post, finds Tolokonnikova in a bathtub, surrounded by blood, with a rubber duck in tow.
Sung in Russian, the politically-charged song takes on law enforcement and women’s rights, as well as Russian President Vladimir Putin, with the lyrics: “Putin’s gofers, crooks, thieves / Iron curtains, prison grub, locks / Jail corridors, chords of bars.”
The lyrics are especially poignant as the members of Pussy Riot served nearly two years in a Russian prison after criticizing Putin in their 2012 “Punk Prayer” performance in Moscow.
“There are a lot of scary ways how government could try to suck on your energy and life,” Tolokonnikova told HuffPost. “They could imprison you for singing. Or they could kill you for speaking up against them as they did with Russian anti-Putin politician Boris Nemtsov. They could close all independent media outlets. And they could control your body and sexuality. They could try to swallow your vitality and creativity.”
Tolokonnikova also drew a comparison between Russia and the United States, addressing Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump. “Strangely and frightening, this bullshit, which is happening in Russia, goes in line with what’s going on in U.S., in some European countries, such as Poland. Attacks on Planned Parenthood, Trump’s willingness to make abortions illegal.”
She added, “Do you really want to live according to tradition? Do you want to make America or Russia great again? OK, go for it. You’re living in a free country, as they say. You don’t want to end unwilling pregnancies with an abortion, like Trump? Then cut your balls, motherfucker, and there will be no need for abortions. But leave my pussy alone and don’t touch me with your dirty tradition. Relax, man.”
Watch the exclusive premiere above.
Check out the song’s English lyrics below:
Law enforcement bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Bodies in cassocks and bodies in uniforms
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies in uniforms
Female orgasm faces obstacles
My strap ons are being replaced with uniforms and icons
Shitfaced parliament bans condoms
Agony, spasm, big bang of the falling down crown
My country is suffering from neurosis worse than Anna O’s
My government is total waste, laws are useless
They promised us economy and military defense, but we’ve got none of these
See what we’ve got instead: FSB, prison camps, handcuffs, fences,
Putin’s gofers, crooks, thieves,
Iron curtains, prison grub, locks,
Jail corridors, chords of bars
Why i have to see just damn jerks’ faces in the homeland of avant-garde?
Dickheads!
Lockdown make me even meaner
While i’m eating shitty brick food in a jail wagon
Looking at wardens’ snouts
Law enforcement bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Bodies in cassocks and bodies in uniforms
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Uniforms in heads, uniforms in prisons
My president replaced his dick with an ICBM
Freedom and bondage is the same shit now
But when instead of inserting cocks they insert tanks in my town
I refuse to be just a proton
The theatre is over, the wars began
I’m a grandma who has changed her sex and became a grandpa
Fuck you, dear pigs
I reject you and your Putinist crap
I never know which one of my moves will become my last moan
Law enforcement bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Bodies in cassocks and bodies in uniforms
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Bodies. I set a bickford fuse on fire
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