HISTRION

by Mary Bell

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    - HISTRION - !!! It's OUT !!!

    6 songs on a 45 RPM & 12" vinyl ! Artwork by Stellar Leuna !
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    Recorded by Tristan Badré in DGD Studios, Pantin, July 2017
    Mixed & mastered by Daniel Husayn - North London Bomb Factory Mastering.
    Co-released by Le Collectif Semi-Conscient (CSC011), Danger Records (DR-034) & Le Turc Mecanique (LTM039).

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Recorded by Tristan Badré in DGD Studios, Pantin, July 2017
Mixed & mastered by Daniel Husayn - North London Bomb Factory Mastering.

Co-released by Le Collectif Semi-Conscient (CSC011), Danger Record (DR-034) & Le Turc Mecanique (LTM039).

Artwork by Stellar Leuna !

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released October 1, 2018

All songs by Mary Bell

Mary Bell is :
Victoria Arfi - guitar/back vocals
Tristan Badré - bass
Alice Carlier - vocals
Gaïlla Montanier - drums/back vocals

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Mary Bell Paris, France

Mary Bell is a Parisian punk band named after a British serial killer from the ‘60s, inspired by (mostly American) hardcore and grunge bands from the ‘90s. Their music sounds like something you’d get if the heaviest of grunge bands got together with feminist Riot Grrl punk bands to form a supergroup: Imagine, say, Kathleen Hanna on vocals with Buzz Osborne (of the Melvins) on guitar.
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Track Name: Band-aid baby
I don’t wanna meet your motherfucking band aid baby,
I don’t wanna see your motherfucking band aid baby,
I don’t wanna hear your motherfucking band aid baby,
I don’t wanna greet your band aid baby, band aid baby.
Track Name: Gretchen
Gretchen got a gun for Christmas
Actually, it's not really like that but the result is the same.
She went to a party and met a guy there, they fell in love instantly
In a whirlwind of flowers & hearts & all you only see at the movies

Gretchen got a butcher's knife for her birthday
But, no, it's not really like that... She pulled out of all her projects
to move in a flat with her new boyfriend
They got carried away & bought a car & a dog & a brand new tv set

Gretchen's got a gun, Gretchen's got a knife
Gretchen's got razors, but it's not like that...

Gretchen got a razorblade for Valentine's day
Except it's not really like that... She fell down the stairs one day
And all her friends & family were standing by her bed
Her boyfriend the closest, hiding the little bloodspots on his hands

Do you get it now ? Do you get it ?
Track Name: I used to be kind to people in crowds, but that gave me murderous tendencies
People are walking by my side.
I’m just here standing, not moving. Rolling eyes, clenching hands.
Watch their minds, feel their minds, catch their weakness,
focus on your hatred to blow them up. Make their heads explode.
This selfish crowd, this blind army,
how can’t they feel your pain, why don’t they care ?

Let them endure your sorrow, I want them so hard to suffer.
Words won’t come, my voice stays silent, I’m stuck in a speechless jail.
I need to shout out this rage inside me and the only way is to hurt them badly, to blow them up. Make their heads explode.

Something inside me is broken. I’ve lost my optimism
and that faith in humanity I had.
Your everyday’s problems make me want to melt your face off,
to peel your skin, so you’ll know how’s my pain, so you’ll carry my cross.
You will feel my suffering and you’ll get my scars.
Track Name: Be a mom
They tell me I'm a muff
and i'm supposed to hide my stuff
Since birth that I am wrong
Abort my ideas and get along

They tell me I must be a mom
Forget what's really turning me on

Living at society's pace
10-day-make-up dripping on my face
Since birth that I'm too serious
And now I know that...
We are living in a farce
And I'm so pissed at the human race

They tell me I must be a mom
Forget what's really turning me on

Since birth that I'm too showy
And I'd rather hide my cavities
Living at society's pace
10-day-make-up dripping on my face
We are living in a farce
We are living in a farce

They tell me I must be a mom
Forget what's really turning me on

And I'm so pissed at the human race...
And I'm so pissed at the human race...
Track Name: Play dead
People think I'm a monster
I'd rather say I live with my time
I just wanna be on top of the food chain
And then I never, never, never get down
I come to your house at night
Careful not to leave my prints on your shelves

Now's a good time to play dead
Today is a good day for suffering

"What I see is what I get"
So I'll help myself to your assets
It's no use covering your breasts
I'm gonna rip a smile on your face
Crawling under your bed like a baby
Crying for your mum when you see me

Today is a good day for suffering
Now's a good time to play dead

People think I'm a monster
I'd rather say I live with my time
I just wanna be on top of the food chain
And then I never, never, never get down
Track Name: We won't burn
WE WILL NOT BURN
NOT ROT IN YOUR FLAMES
ARE WE ASKING FOR IT ?
PLEASE SAY IT

we are the descendents of the women you burnt
we are living creatures bearing the cross of the dead
we are working to put your fucking system to an end
we have the power to bury you all in the ground

WE WON’T BURN
NOT ROT IN YOUR FLAMES
WE’LL BURY YOU

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