1. |
Tu Youyou
03:25
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When your love runs dry, when
your parents cannot cry,
you sigh
"I can't bear it"
Afraid to look at the sky
and the river beds dry
no more,
can't bear it
Where. The. French. grow red in cheek
and the sunset fades, on
post-colonial days
Where. The. Brits grow. drunk on G&Ts
and the sunset fades, on
post-colonial days
Where. The locals grow. sick on bush meat
what will the children eat?
(I've got what you need)
Steep. That. Sweet. wormwood, let it
simmer, herbal remedies, another summer's tea
Where the Yanks grow sick of burying
Dead
overseas
Where the Yanks grow sick of burying
Their dead
overseas
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2. |
Chien Shiung Wu
05:14
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adiabatically, demagnetise me
I've got the Chien-Shiung blues
Chien-Shiung Wu, Uranium
253, 1956, don't know what
Chien-Shiung blues, Uranium
253, 1956, don't know what
aiabatically, she demagnetised me
that's why I've got the Chien-Shiung blues
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3. |
Mamie Phipps Clark
02:37
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Hey, don't worry ma, I'll be back
in Hot Spring before you know it,
can't stay away from the Arkansas
apple blossom tree, just send me
a Facebook or Whatsapp, we can
keep in touch
Hey, don't worry ma, I'm just off
to the big city, get my doctorate
degree and become a world leading
child psychologist, no biggie
Hey
don't worry ma
this court case isn't such a big deal
Hey
don't worry ma
don't believe everything you read on Buzzfeed
Hey
don't worry ma
we're definitely gonna win it
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4. |
Mary Anning
02:36
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take a stroll, down to Sandy Beach with my dog Tray (oh yeah)
gents in hats, stand on the edge-of-the-cliff-top
they'd never guess, what monsters keep, my basket safe
cos they don't know, what it is-that-i-look-for
fossil-ised score, first Ples-iosaur
up above, pterosaur, easy (peasy) there's
hundreds more
She sells sea shells on the sea shore
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5. |
Marie Curie
04:22
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Marie Curie, cure cure cure cure
Marie Curie, cure cure cure cure
Marie Curie, cure cure cure cure
Marie Curie, cure cure cure cure
Look into my heart, tell me
What do you see?
How many pieces of shrapnel
embedded in me?
Silver and chloride
look through the screen,
must be an angel staring at me
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6. |
Valentina Tereshkova
03:18
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"hey Buzz, in the window
check out those babes
wanna dock my ship
in their sweet embrace"
"hey Armstrong, after so long
how could it be? A whole
babe space station
was waiting for me"
space dog Sputnik,
you're my bitch
chain you to my heels
I'm the Soviet witch
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7. |
Ada Lovelace
01:46
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8. |
Jane Goodall
01:59
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Ta-ma-Go-tchi
Be my-Baby-chimpan
ZEE~!
running through
the polygon trees
just remember
to feed me
hatched from the egg
inside of your head
I'm your baby tamagotchi
chimpanzee
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9. |
Lise Meitner
03:17
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last night I said, "I'm onto a winner"
so give me some OJ, give me some OJ
called you up, but you weren't home
just gimme some OJ, gimme some OJ
gimme some OJ, gimme some OJ
gimme some OJ, gimme some OJ
sat in the canteen, conference motel
and the waitress comes round,
with the coffee pot
I say "No, just give me some OJ"
get to reception, they're calling names
alphabetically, when's it gonna come
to me, they're only on someone named Pierre
and I'm stuck in the middle
hours pass by, conference hall, glazed eyes
daydream, social rejection, that left me energised
but it's my time, now that they're announcing the prize
stop swiping right, look up and see this guy
on stage, with a smug grin on his face
my heart falls of a cliff, when I realise
that discovery was mine
IT'S NOT THE AUGER!
IT'S NOT THE AUGER!
IT'S NOT THE AUGER!
IT'S NOT THE AUGER!
Sorry, but you're out of your mind
you're too late, that discovery was mine
I just want to be recognised
but this prick on stage, will right
his name on time
MEITNER ELECTON
got there first, back in '22!
MEITNER ELECTON
you're too late, so fuck you!
give me some OJ, give me some OJ
happened once, it'll happen again
give me some OJ, give me some OJ
I got snubbed
(give me some OJ)
more than once
(give me some OJ)
old white men
(give me some OJ)
bag of cunts
give me some OJ, give me some OJ
give me some OJ, give me some
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10. |
Rosalind Franklin
03:57
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read all about it, heard it in the news
read all about it, heard it in the news
you were heart broken, they stole
your breakthrough
head to the lab, with a cup of tea
he's working late, so pleased to see ya
you smile back, heart beating fast
and in the corner, that cheap tat
a tasteless model, (of) your priceless molecule
the fame that came, how could they take it all?
you notice the generator, still running hot
and hatch a plan, right on the spot
“there's something wrong, with my XRD
could you please, check it for me?”
you guide him, to look inside
when you shove him hard, doors open wide
there's a struggle and, he knocks you back
slaps you with, the back of his hand
he picks up the receiver, too assuredly
“hello operator, get me security”
his back is turned, get off your knees
while he looks the other way, approach the stage
grab the helix, pull out the wire
garotte him dead, 'crick' goes his neck
head to the dean's office
you heard he was away, going on vacation
rifle through, the bureau draws
you know what you're looking for
you know what you're looking for
cold metal from, the last great war
beneath the papers, your hands touch cold
fingertips clench round
the pistol grip, fingertips clench round, the gun
and at this time of night, there's no one around
so you head to the bedchambers, knock on the door
he opens the door in a night gown
his stern frown softens into a smile
“how condescending,” you think
he asks if you want a night cap
you oblige and start to chit-chat
he comments that he still hasn't heard
from his old friend, finishing up in the lab
you smile, but he notices a glint
in the corner of your eye
he double takes, as he spots a smirk
and he double takes
his voice drops low, and he takes a breath
a bead of perspiration, starts to sweat
across his brow, as he dials now
the phone keeps ringing, down in the lab below
he pushes past and out the door
storming down the corridor floor
you follow brisk, keeping up the pace
flushes of cold metal, against each step you take
turning corners, his furling gown
casting long shadows, as you follow him around
and enter the lab, where you see him stooped over
a lifeless corpse, his friend and collaborator
he turns to stare down the barrel of a gun
fingers curled round the trigger
ready to deliver, you drop the smile and whisper
“it's elementary my dear Mark Watson,
now you're gonna eat my fucking lead”
eat my fucking lead,
eat my fucking lead,
eat my fucking lead,
eat my fucking lead,
eat my fucking lead,
eat my fucking lead,
eat my fucking lead
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12. |
Deborah Ajakaiye
03:22
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turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
in the future
girls are gonna teach ya
it's nothing serious
just our modern day Nigeria
"i don't wanna turn it in
she's gonna mark me down
just for being a boy
and what the hell is geophysics anyway?"
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
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13. |
Florence Nightingale
01:24
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oh,
florence!
where did you go?
you went to Crimea
you are the nightingale of my heart
you invented a new kind of pie chart
cry me a
Crimea a river
take me to the infirmary
I would happily get gangrenous
foot in the trench
if it meant another night
in your sweet embrace
Crimea, cry me a river
I cried a river,
over you
florence,
nightingale of my heart,
you invented a new kind of
pie chart
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14. |
Supervisor
00:25
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"I wrote this song about my supervisor"
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15. |
Deborah Ajakaiye (Live)
01:24
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turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
in the future
girls are gonna teach ya
it's nothing serious
just our modern day Nigeria
"i don't wanna turn it in
she's gonna mark me down
just for being a boy
and what the hell is geophysics anyway?"
turn it in!
don't turn it in~
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