Eminem – Venom (Music From the Motion Picture) Lyrics

You only get one shot
Ate shit ’til I can’t taste it
Chased it with straight liquor
Then paint thinner then drank ’til I faint
And I wait with a headache
And I take anything in rectangular shape
Then I wait to face the demons I’m bonded to
‘Cause they’re chasin’ me but I’m part of you
So escapin’ me is impossible
I latch onto you like a—parasite
And I probably ruined your parents’ life
And your childhood too
‘Cause if I’m the music that y’all grew up on
I’m responsible for you retarded fools
I’m the super villain Dad and Mom was losin’ their marbles too
You Marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
And I’m the suit, so call me—
[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the) Danica Patrick
Throw the car into reverse at the Indy, end up crashin’
Into ya, the back of it – just mangled steel
My Mustang and your Jeep Wrangler grill
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up back in India
You ain’t gonna be able to tell what the fuck’s happening
To you when you’re bit with the—
[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)
[Verse 3]
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Alien, E-E-Elliot phone home
Ain’t no telling when this chokehold
On this game will end, I’m loco
Became a Symbiote, so
My fangs are in your throat, ho
You’re snake bitten with my—venom
With the ballpoint pen I’m
Gun cock, bump stock, devil eye, buckshot
Tied for the uppercut, tie a couple knots
Fired up a Glock, fire, juggernaut
Punk rock, bitches goin’ down like Yung Joc
‘Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proof’s room slept on floor of the motel then
Dr. [Intro]
I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Set you off till you scream, “Piss off! Dre said, “Hell yeah”
And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
And I know they’re gonna hate
But I don’t care, I barely could wait
To hit them with the snare and the bass
Square in the face, this fuckin’ world better prepare to get laced
Because they’re gonna taste my—
[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)
[Verse 2]
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
I-i-it’s evident I’m not done
V-venomous, the thought spun
Like your web and you just caught in ’em
Held against your will like a hubcap or a mud flap
Be strangled or attacked
So this ain’t gonna feel like a love tap
Eat painkiller pills, fuck a blood track
Like, what’s her name’s at the wheel? Screw you!”
When it talks to you like you don’t belong
Or tells you you’re in the wrong field
When’s something’s in your mitochondrial
‘Cause it latched on to you, like—
[Verse 1]
Knock knock, let the devil in
Malevolent as I’ve ever been, head is spinnin’
This medicine’s screamin’, “L-l-l-let us in!”
L-l-lick like a salad bowl, Edgar Allen Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton’s meltin’
Wicked, I get all high when I think I’ve smelled the scent
Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa
Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants
And blew up my-my-myself again
Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin
Medal win, went from Hellmann’s and being rail thin
Filet-o-Fish, to Scribbles and Rap Olympics ’97 Freaknik
How can I be down?

Eminem – Kamikaze Lyrics

(ooh)
Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note
Here come the guys in white coats tryin’ to stop me
‘Fore I jump behind the controls and try to fly into foes
‘Cause I’m takin’ y’all with me when I go cyclone
I don’t think this typhoon’s lettin’ up any time soon, here I go
Eyes closed, blindfolded, I’m ’bout to—
[Chorus]
Smash into everyone, crash into everything
Back and I’ve just begun, “FACK” 2017
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna
Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15
Damage already done, y’all should’ve let me be
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna
[Bridge]
Smash
Kamikaze, kamikaze
Kamikaze, kamikaze, kami-kamikaze
Look at what I’ve done
[Verse 3]
I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing
There is no way we ever hear that shit again, I guarantee
That way that shit was so ass it’s somethin’ we wouldn’t dare re-air it
The shit’s embarrassing, as me rear-ending Tara Reid bare
In my therapy chair, my dick is the hair length of Cher
Each nut is the chair width of an acorn, stairlift beware of me
Lyrically I’m terrible, better get your lyrics prepared
Richard Ramirez is here, serial killin’ every beat there is
[Outro]
Wait, wait, got the eeriest feelin’
Somethin’ evil is lurkin’, I’m no conspiracy theorist
But somethin’ here is afoot—oh yeah, it’s my dick
Get the measurement stick (what?), twelve inches of wood
Wait, but I’ve been goin’ for your jugular since Craig G Duck Alert
And I’ve come to pay respects
‘Cause if you sleep you’re fucked—other words, you get laid to rest
And I hope your butt is hurt
Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book
You got some views, but you’re still below me
Mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get overlooked
And I don’t say the hook unless I wrote the hook
And now I’m just freestylin’ in the vocal booth
And you know I’ve always spoke the truth
You lyin’ through your teeth so much you broke a tooth
And it ain’t somethin’ I need a phone to do
When I say I can’t wait till I get ahold of you
And I don’t know what I’m s’posed to do
Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot (fack, fack, fack)
Last year didn’t work out so well for me
(fack, fack, fack) (fack last year)
2018, welp (fack, fack)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ kamikaze crashin’ into everything
You beat me, Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing
I’ve been goin’ for your jugular since Craig G “Duck Alert”
Wedgie in my underwear, the whole bedsheet and the comforter
Stuck up in my rectal crack, kiss my disrespectful ass
I’ll ride through your cul-de-sac
Window cracked, bumpin’ your reference tracks
You collab on a referent rap, I have never said his raps
Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap
And ruined your welcome mat
So spit that shit from the heart, you didn’t write like you wrote it
While I teabag the microphone ’cause I go nuts on it
Like a fighter jet lined with explosives that’ll strike any moment
Headed right at opponents and I’m the fuckin’ pilot that flown it
I’m ’bout to—
[Chorus]
Smash into everyone, crash into everything
Back and I’ve just begun, “FACK” 2017
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna
Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15
Damage already done, y’all shoulda let me be
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna
[Verse 2]
I turned to rap ’cause it made me feel tough when I wasn’t (wasn’t)
From the moment I heard rap was cussin’, I was in (was in)
Which is why I identify with the guy
Who I was invented by, Dre’s Frankenstein
Energized like a nine volt, ice cold
Like Snake Eyes, twice in a row on a dice roll
But if the only reason I blowed is ’cause I’m white though
Why don’t every other white rapper sell what I sold? [Intro]
Okay, how do I say this?

Eminem – Normal Lyrics

[Chorus]
I just want you to be normal
Why can’t you bitches be normal? (I’m just sayin’)
Maybe it says something about me
(Yeah, yup)
Should I look in the mirror? Let’s sleep on it like they did Revival
I told you you’re the apple of my eye so shut your pie hole
[Outro]
Just wanna be normal
Why can’t you be normal? The guy at work who drives a hi-lo
I put a tracking device on your Chrysler
And follow you while you drive home
But like a cyclone, I just got my disguise blown
You recognize me and had Milo flip me off
Right out the passenger side window
I hit a light pole, you skrt off
And then pull up at 5am in the drive in a stretched white limo
Stumble in the side door and hit me head with Milo’s demo
But like a drunk bum, what do I know? [Intro]
Yo, how do I keep
(Man, I don’t know what’s up with these hoes, man)
Getting in relationships like this? My ex hates to talk, she’s a texter
Even when I’m in bed layin’ right next to her
Wants to get back together
Said not till she gets her act together
[Verse 1]
She thinks I’m bein’ mean and now
She starts to scream and shout
She’s about to let the demons out
She don’t want to see me with other females out
I tell the bitch to beat it, take the scenic route
She retaliates by tryin’ to leave the house
In an evening gown with her cleavage out
We’ve been down this road too many times for me to count
And all I can think is how—
[Chorus]
I just want you to be normal
Why can’t you bitches be normal? I love you but I hope you fuckin’ die though
In our business your friends like to pry so
You’ve got ’em all under cover just like moles
Hopin’ they’ll come back with intel
But I’m the one who’s thrown into the spiral
‘Cause now the roles are reversed so here I go
Thinkin’ I’m sly as I scroll through your iPhone
Who the fuck’s Milo? [Verse 3]
Maybe I’m just too ugly to compete with him
You weren’t supposed to agree, you fucking bitch! Always gotta be so extra
Like a fuckin’ terrestrial
Guess it comes with the territory
My ex girl, she just declared war
Therefore, I better prepare for it
I guess bein’ weird’s normal
[Verse 2]
And I don’t know what’s got a hold of me
Most notably I’ve been zonin’ to Jodeci
I’m totally open, hopelessly devoted
So much so that I bet you she don’t know that she’s
The first thing I think of when I wake up
And the last thing I think of ‘fore I go to sleep
Sike, hope she don’t notice me goin’ through her purse
I know she cheats, so do I, I’m soulless, she’s heartless
No wonder we’re partners
Both got hundreds of charges
Domestic disputes but we’ve always
Swept it under the carpet
Even when 911 gets the call that
I slipped up and busted her jaw with
A Louisville Slugger ’cause all’s it
Really does is make our love
For each other grow stronger
She won me over the second she tried to run me over
Told her I’d keep it a hun’
We over; kicked her out, called her back now she’s coming over
But why is she so wicked? Especially when you’re the one cheated first
Now the argument immediately becomes heated
You don’t want me to flip, little conceded cunt
Eat a monkey dick wrapped in a stuffed pita fajita
Slut, treat just like a drum, beat it
Complete it, and once you’ve succeeded, repeat it! Should I leave or turn this entire evening
Into a motherfucking crime scene? (yeah)
I just wanna be normal
Why can’t you be normal? Always gotta be so extra
Why you always need a lecture? I’m with someone so unlikeable and shifty
We’re like nitrogen and hydrogen mixed with
Ignitable liquids, but I’m finally seeing
She’s only mine for the time being
That’s why I keep bringin’ up that one time she
Tried to two-time me
And throw it up in her face till I dry heave
How could I be so naive? And how the fuck did I get so twisted?

Carrie Underwood – Love Wins Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A stray bullet and a momma cries
Her baby won’t be coming home tonight
Sirens screaming down the avenue
Just another story on the evening news, oh, whoa
Politics and prejudice
How the hell it’d ever come to this? When everybody’s gotta pick a side
It don’t matter if you’re wrong or right, no
And so it goes, but I hold onto hope and I won’t let go ’cause
[Chorus]
I, I believe you and me are sisters and brothers
And I, I believe we’re made to be here for each other
And we’ll never fall if we walk hand in hand
Put a world that seems broken together again
Yeah I, I believe in the end love wins
[Verse 2]
Sometimes it takes a lot of faith
To keep believing there will come a day
When the tears and the sadness, the pain and the hate
The struggle, this madness, will all fade away, yeah
[Chorus]
I, I believe you and me are sisters and brothers
And I, I believe we’re made to be here for each other
And we’ll never fall if we walk hand in hand
Put a world that seems broken together again
Yeah I, I believe in the end love wins
[Bridge]
Love is power, love is a smile
Love reaches out, love is the remedy
Love is the answer, love’s an open door
Love is the only thing worth fighting for, yeah
[Chorus]
I, I believe you and me are sisters and brothers
And I, I believe we’re made to be here for each other
And we’ll never fall if we walk hand in hand
Put a world that seems broken together again
Yeah I, I believe in the end love wins
Oh, yeah, love wins
[Outro]
Love will, love can, love still, love wins
Love will, love can, love still, love wins

Eminem – Fall Lyrics

[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Don’t fall on my face (yeah)
Don’t fall on my faith, oh
Don’t fall on my fate (light ’em up!)
Don’t fall on my faith, oh (rrr!)
Don’t fall on my fate (look)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it
Or have his body bag get zipped
The closest thing he’s had to hits is smackin’ bitches
And don’t make me have to give it back to Akademiks
Say this shit is trash again, I’ll have you twisted
Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin’ at the telly
Even when I’m gettin’ brain, you’ll never catch me with a thot
Lackin’ with it, “he ain’t spittin’ like this in his last shit”
Ho, you better go back and listen
You know me better, thinkin’ I’ll slow or let up
Call it trap ’cause it’s a total setup
Hopin’ that you rappers fall in that
Dre said, “Hold your head up!”—Kathy Griffin
Stackin’ ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition
This is how I shot ahead (pew)—Gabby Giffords
My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business
Tyler create nothin’, I see why you called yourself a faggot, bitch
It’s not just ’cause you lack attention
It’s ’cause you worship D12’s balls, you’re sack-religious
If you’re gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better
Get Earl the Hooded Sweater
Whatever his name is to help you put together
Some words, more than just two letters
The fans waited for this moment like that feature when I stole this show (ha), sorry if I took forever (haha)
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Don’t fall on my face (yeah)
Don’t fall on my faith, oh (I won’t)
Don’t fall on my fate (light ’em up!)
Don’t fall on my faith, oh (ha)
Don’t fall on my fate (it’s too easy)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Just remember, I was here before you
And I’ll be here after you make your run-in for you
Detract this, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose, unleash the most
And then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate ’em, get ’em there, get a name to ’em
See the show, every parasite needs a host (haha)
Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one’s ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single word of
Everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats
And I got no faith in your writers, I don’t believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, I was that wing in the prayer
A beacon of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumpin’ this while he lip-syncs in the mirror
That’s who I’m doin’ it for, the rest I don’t really even care
But you would think I’m carryin’ a Oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I’m buryin’ these artists, on the scale it turns to minus
Mines is various as hardly and what’s scary is you prolly
Can compare me to your car ’cause I’m just barely gettin’ started
And as far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone
Or I’ll show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house you own, brush my pelvic bone
You should telephone and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here, clown, don’t tell me ’bout the culture
I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the
Seans, the K-Dots, the 5’9″s, and oh
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, pissed and moaned
But I’m not gonna fall… bitch! [Intro: Eminem & Justin Vernon]
You know, everybody’s been tellin’ me what they think about me for the last few months
It’s too loud
Maybe it’s time I tell ’em what I think about them
Can’t hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It’s too loud
Freeze my crown all up in it, slow fire
Don’t fall on my face
Don’t fall on my faith, oh
Don’t fall on my fate
Don’t fall on my faith, oh
Don’t fall on my fate
Don’t fall on my–
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race
Got no time to waste, I’m already late, I got a marathoner’s pace
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. [Outro: Justin Vernon]
It’s too loud
Can’t hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It’s too loud
Freeze my crown all up in it
Slow fire Dre
In that first marijuana tape—guess I got a chronic case (yeah)
And I ain’t just blowin’ smoke, ‘less it’s in your momma’s face
I know this time Paul and Dre, they won’t tell me what not to say
And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
You’d swear to God I’ve forgot I’m the guy that made “Not Afraid”
One last time for Charlemagne
If my response is late, it’s just how long it takes
To hit my fuckin’ radar, I’m so far away
These rappers are like Hunger Games
One minute, they’re mockin’ Jay
Next minute, they get they style from Migos, then they copy Drake
Maybe I just don’t know when to turn around and walk away
But all the hate, I call it “Walk on Water” gate
I’ve had as much as I can tolerate
I’m sick and tired of waitin’, I done lost my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once
You wanted, Shady? You got it!

King Princess – Homegirl Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well they said, when you walk in the room, like they’re looking at Heaven
Oh you know that those boys will do [?] Let them
[Pre-Chorus]
But I don’t wanna be like them, with you
But you still look at me like him
[Chorus]
You taste like danger but I feel so safe in your arms
And I like the way that you talk, so
Spelling my name with your tongue, so
You don’t have to say but friends at the party will give you my body at home [?]
[Verse 2]
Well I say, when you walk in the room, like I’m scared to forget you
If you’re thinking that I’m gonna act like those boys, I would never
[Pre-Chorus]
But I don’t wanna be like them, with you
But you still look at me like him
[Chorus]
You taste like danger but I feel so safe in your arms
And I like the way that you talk, so
Spelling my name with your tongue, so
You don’t have to say but friends at the party will give you my body at home [?]
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus]
But I feel so safe in your arms
And I like the way that you talk, so
Spelling my name with your tongue, so
You don’t have to say but friends at the party will give you my body at home [?]

Wizkid – Holla at your boy Lyrics

Paroles de la chanson Holla At Your Boy :
When you see me come around
I got you looking at me (got you looking at me)
I don’t need to spend my cash
Cos my swag’s not hard to see
Cos my swag don’t lie
You can’t deny
You feeling right yeah
You’ll be alright just being by my side
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
Hey girl
You got me thinking…there’s many things i can do to u
Hey girl
You got me wishing….I could take you home with me
Lets take one step at a time, 2 by noon
Be my girl, with you I rule
You are fresh and fly, don’t deny
Nothing feels better
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you up tonight and you feeling alright, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
Your jeans sag low your fresh fly boy, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
If you up tonight and you feeling alright, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
You are a pretty fine girl and you got no boy, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Something (something girl)
Long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Something (something girl)
Long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you see me drive by…. I got more swag…
I pop more bottles…. Chilling with models…. If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your bo

Blac Youngsta – Beginners Lyrics

[Intro]
Better check your resources
[Chorus]
Yeah and I’ma shit on niggas in the winter (shit)
And when I go the war, I don’t surrender (bitch)
Yeah, and I don’t take a freaky bitch to dinner (ho)
Ooh, I been gettin’ money, you just a beginner
[Verse 1]
All that slick talkin’ that gon’ get yo’ head cracked
All my bitches gotta walk ’til they bring some bread back
And my soldiers can’t go home ’til they bring your head back
They took purple off the market but they brought the red back
I might jump up in that Maybach, just to let head back
I might run off on my plug and don’t bring the bread back
I remember way back, bro I’m talkin’ way back
And them pussy niggas runnin’ from me like a scared cat
When you run into them pussy nigga, tell ’em I said that
You might get your son back but can’t get his legs back
All that comin’ on Instagram, I read that
When I get through with yo’ bitch, you can get a head back
Thank you
[Chorus]
Yeah and I’ma shit on niggas in the winter (shit)
And when I go the war, I don’t surrender (bitch)
Yeah, and I don’t take a freaky bitch to dinner (ho)
Ooh, I been gettin’ money, you just a beginner (slow)
[Verse 2]
Boy, you think I’m really lyin’ on these songs? (ho)
You don’t think I really come up on them slums (no)
You don’t wanna see me pull up with them drums (ghost)
All that talkin’ and shit, I might cut your tongue (throat)
I been blockin’ that bitch when she hit my home (beep)
I be rockin’ that shit, it’s in my perform (gang-gang)
I be poppin’ that shit, oh she let it burn
We be tossin’ that bitch, we be takin’ turns
I don’t go nowhere without my Glock ho (hey)
I can’t go outside without my socks ho (uh)
I got bread on my line, I’m talkin’ ’bout guapo
I got the feds right behind me, time to hop over (nope)
[Chorus]
Yeah and I’ma shit on niggas in the winter (shit)
And when I go the war, I don’t surrender (bitch)
Yeah, and I don’t take a freaky bitch to dinner (ho)
Ooh, I been gettin’ money, you just a beginner (slow)

‘You’re so exposed’: The hairdressers using their trade to change lives

By Freya Petersen

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September 01, 2018 05:35:23

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Bronwyn Ball and her colleagues embraced Hair Aid’s motto is “saving the world, one haircut at a time”. (Supplied)
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“My husband and I had been backpacking for four weeks, and the night before we were due to fly home we’re looking for the Aussie football and the beer, walked into this small pub, and two ladies were there,” she said.”I will talk to a fence post because I’m interested in people, and I said to one of them, what do you do? (ABC News: Freya Petersen)
She listed the isolation, the physical discomforts of Cambodia’s wet season, the tragic tales of students and their families as her biggest challenge.”Time away from your family, not being able to help as much as you want to, plus it takes you out of your comfort zone,” she said.”You can’t wear make-up and hair, you’re so exposed. “We also teach scissor, knife and tool sharpening. Just don’t tell Charlie!”

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“I’ve met some amazing people, and I have a newfound love of our industry and its people.” (Supplied) I wanted to go ‘save the world’ — who wouldn’t — but I just couldn’t leave the kids. It’s about them showing an interest and saying we’re proud. They’d followed me the whole trip — (husband) Charlie showed them my photos and posts. They get a certificate — they’ve never had that, or a graduation ceremony. External Link:

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“Very soon, we’ll be going into Thailand, working with the ladies that have been rescued from the sex trade and then removed to a safe location, and we’ll teach them how to cut hair. The hard work’s already done.”Modesty aside, Ms Ball was full of praise for the “star” in their midst, Tabatha Coffey — a bona fide celebrity in the US with her own TV series, Tabatha Takes Over.Described by Ms Ball as the “Gordon Ramsay of the hairdressing world” — owing to her fierce treatment of failing salon owners whom she is called in to save — Coffey, who is Australian, joined the trip.In keeping with the strict conditions placed on Hair Aid workers (they cannot wear make-up and must leave their hair products at home), Coffey posted regular social updates of the trip out to her massive following — unscripted and unkempt.”We came from all over, and were all different, but we had the same intention: Tabatha — she’s a celebrity in real life, but there she was just one of the team,” Ms Ball said.Two nuns walk into a bar

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Students practise their comb-over-scissors technique, one of the basic moves of hairdressing. Their teachers emailed me and asked for photos to show the class, and my son had been talking about what I was doing,” she said.”I’m going to do it all over again next year. But, if we can give them a skill, find them a job, then we can reconnect the child with the parents and the family will be whole again,” she said.Ms Tomasich initially set up a sewing centre in the backblocks of Manila, taking volunteer students in to work with the locals.It wasn’t long before they identified hairdressing as not only a basic need, but a chance to climb out of the debt and poverty cycle.”In Manila, it’s illegal for boys to go to school if their hair touches their collar, so it’s a beautiful ready-made market,” she said. Fabulous. External Link:

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Ms Tomasich, who has taught business studies at a tertiary level and started Hair Aid nine years ago after a chance meeting with two Catholic nuns sneaking a beer in a Manila pub, says her passion for sewing led her to charity work in Asia. But then there’s never a right time, is there?” she said.A few years later — and now with three boys aged from 4 to 10 — she saw a booth set up by the Australia-based non-profit group at the industry’s biggest trade gathering, Hair Expo in Melbourne.”I’ve always wanted to go and volunteer, but I’m not good with medical things, and I’m not good at building things,” she said.”But this was hair, and I can do that! Brisbane hairdresser Bronwyn Ball had always wanted to volunteer overseas but when the day finally came and she left for a remote corner of Cambodia, high on her list of concerns was the humidity — 99 per cent, according to her weather app.”Not sure if my hair will like it,” she mused to anyone following her social feed — by now a frenzy of excited posts about her upcoming mission to “change the world one haircut at a time”. Photo:
Back at home in her salon, Bronwyn Ball says she’s ready to “do it all over again next year”. I’ve met some amazing people, and I have a newfound love of our industry and its people.”Ms Ball said while the trip had been emotionally and physically draining for herself and her young family, they had all come out ahead — including her own three boys.”I think they were quite proud. She said, I work for an organisation that collects the children from the street that have been left there because their parents are too poor to feed them.”The parents have had to make a choice, which of their four, five, six or seven children they’ll leave there in the hope that an NGO or an orphanage will pick them up instead of the drug dealers or the prostitute gangs or the mafia, and hope those children will be OK.”Now I’ve got three kids. They are desperately poor. I put a call-out to the hairdressing industry and they said, yes, we will help you.”Ms Tomasich said Hair Aid now trained more than 300 people during regular trips to Manila, and thousands more across South-East Asia.”We started Hair Aid in Indonesia last year. We are about to head to our second Indonesia project in about three weeks’ time,” she said. And then you have to get up and train people, and I’ve never done that before.”I think it was really good for me — I got just as much out of it as my students. External Link:

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“I’m not a hairdresser but I came back. (Supplied)
Ms Ball set about raising money from family, friends and community, achieving what she needed “and then some” to make the trip, which last month took her to Stung Treng in Cambodia’s rural north.Asked why her skills might be needed in a little visited place like Stung Treng, a six-hour drive from the country’s bustling financial capital of Phnom Penn, she said the answer was simple.”The basic idea is to go over there and teach them a trade so they have a sustainable income,” she said, adding that many women and girls Hair Aid taught — some as young as 12 — were already working in the sex trade industry. That would be a horrendous situation.”Ms Tomasich said when asked how she could help, the nuns said that after the children’s immediate needs were taken care of, the most valuable gift their families could receive was a skill to give them a chance of overcoming their immense poverty and disadvantage.”They can’t start a micro business, they can’t even do micro finance lending. Something that I love, and the chance to pass it on — I was all over that.”‘It’s not just an income, it gives them hope’

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Ms Ball said there were strict rules around how teachers and students interacted. Two nuns walked into a bar and now I have Hair Aid.”‘You can’t wear make-up and hair’

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Bronwyn Ball (left) and Selina Tomasich (right) with other members of the Hair Aid team before heading to Cambodia. They’re all grown up now, but I’d hate to make that decision — which one of my three children I have to leave in the street and hope. I do know how to do business. (Supplied)
Hair Aid founder and chief executive officer Selina Tomasich said Coffey was one of several hairdressing identities to lend their support to Hair Aid, which works with other aid agencies in Asia to establish where its help is most needed. (Supplied)
Ms Ball was one of a dozen professional hairdressers on the recent Hair Aid mission to Cambodia. It’s such an overwhelming experience for them.”It’s giving them also a vision for the future, and knowing they’re not just stuck with what they’re doing. It’s also a bit of a confidence boost — some of them have no self-confidence, given the conditions they live in.”There are some beautiful organisations over there helping them — we just come in and give them the trade. External Link:

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That and a week without make-up or hair products, as stipulated by Hair Aid, the Australian humanitarian group that sends professional hairdressers like Ms Ball off to some of the poorest corners of Asia to teach mainly women and children — many of them sex workers — new skills and give them choices.Ms Ball, a mum of three with a thriving home-based salon in the upscale suburb of Bulimba, said she first heard about Hair Aid’s work in countries such as the Philippines and Thailand.”I’d just had my second child (now aged 8).

Queenslanders find new market for unwanted produce

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Mr and Ms Watkins are no strangers to trying to find new markets for unwanted produce.The couple made the leap from farmers to food manufacturers several years ago, setting up their business Natural Evolution after becoming disillusioned with waste in the banana industry.Rather than discarding rejected bananas, they began peeling and drying the fruit to produce gluten-free, green banana flour.In the beginning they were hand-peeling the bananas, and it was a huge effort to produce just six kilograms of banana flour per week.Now the entire process has been mechanised, and the factory can burn through up to 80 bins of green bananas per week. (Landline: Courtney Wilson)
“It’s a big world out there, and Australia is producing what I believe is the best agricultural crops in the world,” Ms Watkins said.”Now we have an opportunity to just get it out there; we don’t need to put it into refrigeration to get it overseas, it just goes as a dried good and everyone can enjoy it.”After years spent fine-tuning the flour production process for green bananas, the couple have turned their attention to other fresh produce which needs new markets.”From mushrooms, broccoli, cauliflower, carrot, beetroot, we can value add and create very quick powder like that,” Mr Watkins said.But first, they’re determined to try to make a dent in the surplus sweet potato problem. A huge sweet potato glut has prompted some big thinkers from far north Queensland to trial transforming the surplus spuds into flour.Rob and Krista Watkins felt compelled to act after seeing tens of thousands of tonnes of perfectly good sweet potatoes being ploughed back into paddocks in their area.”We were just blown away by the amount of waste,” Ms Watkins, from Walkamin south-west of Cairns, said.”For those people, and all the people that they employ, that’s really disheartening that all this beautiful produce is just being left in the paddock to rot, disced back into the ground because there’s no market for it.”The problem is not unique to far north Queensland though. Photo:
The couple wish to repurpose their unwanted produce in the same way as Mr Pezzelato; not as direct competition, but rather redirected marketing. Their meat’s starting to even go gold’.”This season Mr Pezzelato planted approximately 24 hectares of sweet potatoes. Photo:
Tonnes of sweet potatoes are bound for the bin because there is no market for them. He said he had been forced to throw out up to 60 per cent of the crop.”We’re a bit further away from the market place up here, so we really need a dollar a kilo to warrant sending [the potatoes] to Brisbane, Sydney or Melbourne,” he said.”At the moment we’d be lucky to get 30 or 40 cents.”We hate to see so much waste, but you can only eat so much sweet potato.”

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Sweet potato flour is useful for savoury cooking, and making sweets and raw energy products. We took some sweet potatoes in [to the factory] and within 30 minutes we had powder,” Ms Watkins said.”Hopefully the world is really hungry for gold sweet potato flour, or gold sweet potato juice or something.””And we can really give that waste a really significant nudge in the next 12 months by creating value-added products.”Mr Pezzelato said the process gave famers options during tough times.”When things are bad like this, everything goes into the flour, and we put it on the shelf,” he said.”And then when things are good, then you send everything to market.”Learn more about this story on Sunday Landline at 12:30pm. (Landline: Courtney Wilson)
“To commercialise banana flour it took us five or six years. (Landline: Craig Berkman)
Hope found in an industrial warehouseTucked away in an industrial warehouse less than half an hour from Mr Pezzelato’s farm, unwanted sweet potatoes are being transformed.Sweet potatoes of all shapes and sizes are being pulverised, milled and sifted to become golden sweet potato flour.”There’s 10 kilograms of sweet potato required to make one kilogram of powder, and that’s just simply because there’s a lot — a lot — of water inside,” Mr Watkins said.”What we’re ultimately trying to do is snap in the process as quickly as possible, and the final result is what we’re getting is that beautiful sweet potato flour.”It’ll run through a final mill and a sieving process, and then you have an amazing, super-rich, concentrated powder that you can add to savoury cooking, sweet cooking and other raw energy products.”

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Ten kilograms of sweet potato go into each kilogram of sweet potato flour. This has been going on since March of 2018,” Ms Watkins saidMr Watkins said: “We’ve got a massive problem to fix, and it needs massive support”.Pompey Pezzelato, a fourth generation farmer from Kairi, south-west of Cairns, is all too familiar with the problem.”In times like this it’d make you cry the waste on the ground,” Mr Pezzelato said.”We’ve got pig farmers and cattle farmers feeding their cows all this sweet potato and they say ‘we can only feed ’em so much — they’re starting to look like a sweet potato. It has been happening on farms across the country because of a massive oversupply of sweet potatoes flooding the market. (Landline: Courtney Wilson)
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These bananas won’t make the cut for the supermarket, so the Watkins are turning them into flour.

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September 01, 2018 05:18:04

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