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This is our new video for 'Siberian Soup', the first single from our album 'Somehow We Met', out July 29th.

Siberian Soup is a song about the Russian anarchist-feminist collective Pussy Riot getting jailed in 2012 for their church stunt, and is our attempt to honour them. Our singer Danny wrote the lyrics, and says this:

"Watching Pussy Riot getting bundled into a cage-like cell through my hangover eyes, I thought back to the night before when I had a party for one and did all my housework wearing nothing but red lipstick and cider. Realised most of my lyrics were 'bout drunkeness, silliness or bad, bad boys. I wished that I could be more political, I wished my music could be a force of change. It's not, of course, but this song is a tribute to Pussy Riot and their bravery, and also 'bout drunk naked cleaning."

Like Danny says, we are a bunch of wallys who try our best, but often fall short of embodying the kind of big-balls-attitude of Pussy Riot. We are a raucous rabble who like the party too much, but our hearts are in the right place.

Visit http://www.freepussyriot.org if you want to get involved and support the group.

Video directed & produced by Dave Thomas
Lighting by James Parsons
Music by Alex D. Hay & The Meow Meows
Lyrics by Danny Noble

Website: http://www.themeowmeows.com
iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/gb/artist/the-meow-meows/id366101026
Amazon: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Somehow-We-Met/dp/B00DHCUUUI‎
Spotify: http://open.spotify.com/artist/4jmu97IaZOMxhlRCHEtFrt‎

Lyrics:

Take my clothes off and I put my lipstick on
Kick my legs in the air and I start singing your song
A cage of ice across a black baltic sea
You are the girls, all that I wish I could be

Take my money out and I drink all of the wine
Start a fight in a pub, but I can't remember why
Wish I had the fire in my belly you do
Throw up in the church, and swear to God it's for you

Clothes off, I got my lipstick on
Clothes off, I got my lipstick on
It's not quite right cause I drank all the rum
But I'll try because you blew my mind today, and I pray

Take your place now, to sing the gig of your life
A rainbow coloured angry thorn in his side
I wish my words were even half as true
Wish once in my life I was as brave as you

Hands up, and balaclavas on
Hands up, and balaclavas on
And hope because of what you done before
What once was a meow could now turn into a roar