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Cover Her: A Matriarchal Tribute Reimagined by the Divine Masculine (AI Gen)

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Cover Her: A Title and Double Entendre: Musical COVERS, Adaptations + the Idea of Degendered Protection, Reverence, and Transhumanism (TATANKA is serious about Postgenderism!)

At the heart of TATANKA’s creative spirit lies a profound commitment to honoring the divine feminine — the wisdom, strength, and resilience embodied by matriarchal values. With the upcoming album Cover Me, TATANKA embarks on a transformative journey, reinterpreting iconic songs originally crafted by feminist and matriarchal voices through the lens of the divine masculine.

This project is much more than a musical endeavor. It is a heartfelt dialogue between genders, a celebration of balance, respect, and unity that reflects TATANKA’s foundational belief: true harmony arises when masculine and feminine energies collaborate in mutual reverence and empowerment.

By embracing and covering these powerful feminist anthems, TATANKA seeks to amplify matriarchal messages and weave them deeper into contemporary culture, fostering empathy and collective growth. Cover Me is a sonic embodiment of TATANKA’s mission — to build bridges between identities, elevate marginalized voices, and cultivate a world where diversity, peace, and shared humanity reign supreme.

TATANKA honors Feminist Icons with Bold, Soulful COVERS that bridge Gender, Power, and Reverence

“There are myriad examples of women writing the music and the message and men performing it… songs by women covered by men reminding us of the lengthy, rich but often obscured history of female songwriters.”
from the essay “What Happens When Men Cover Female‑Penned Songs?”

Google’s Deep Dive Podcast: When the Divine Masculine Sings Feminist Anthems

In a world where gendered storytelling continues to evolve, TATANKA’s “Cover Her” emerges as a cultural beacon—an album where divine masculine voices reinterpret iconic feminist anthems. Far from being just a collection of musical covers, this project is a matriarchal tribute that reverently transforms classic songs originally written and performed by powerful women. The album invites listeners into a space where masculinity does not dominate but instead protects, honors, and elevates the feminine. Through this lens, “Cover Her” becomes a transformative dialogue about gender balance, spiritual harmony, and cultural reclamation. This article explores three central themes in depth: gendered reinterpretation in music, the spiritual and cultural symbolism of the divine masculine, and the social and emotional impact of male voices covering feminist anthems. Each of these themes helps us understand why “Cover Her” is more than an album—it’s a movement.

Gendered Reinterpretation in Music

Musical reinterpretation is a powerful act of cultural storytelling, and when done across gender lines, it invites new dimensions of meaning. The tradition of covering songs has always existed in music, but few projects so deliberately focus on reversing gender perspectives as a vehicle for social dialogue. When men sing songs written by and for women, the performance takes on new layers—either challenging societal expectations or revealing deeper truths. In “Cover Her,” this reversal is handled with deep respect: male performers do not co-opt but instead channel the essence of the original voices, reframing the songs without erasing their roots. Tracks like Aretha Franklin’s “Respect” or Lauryn Hill’s “To Zion” become testaments to empathy and admiration when delivered by voices raised in masculine reverence. This shift in performance deepens the listener’s experience, allowing them to hear familiar anthems with unfamiliar, yet enlightening resonance.

One striking example is the reinterpretation of Alanis Morissette’s “You Oughta Know”, reimagined with a French translation that’s both visceral and cathartic. Far from softening the song, the male perspective introduces emotional accountability and exposes the vulnerability in male rage and regret. This kind of gendered reinterpretation does not just retell a story—it holds up a mirror to both sides of relational and societal dynamics. It explores what happens when masculinity becomes emotionally articulate, not as a performance of strength but as a ritual of healing and responsibility. The result is not parody or mimicry, but collaboration: a duet across time, voice, and gender. It’s this duality that makes the reinterpretation within “Cover Her” so profound.

Gendered reinterpretation also encourages audiences to examine their own assumptions about musical authority. Historically, male voices have dominated the charts, even when performing songs written by women. But “Cover Her” reverses that dynamic, allowing the male voice to serve—not overshadow—the legacy of the feminine. These covers dismantle traditional hierarchies and affirm a universal truth: that truth and beauty transcend gender, and that the masculine can be a vessel of matriarchal wisdom. It is not about taking space from women, but expanding the space in which women’s voices are held, heard, and uplifted. This is the essence of reinterpretation as revolution.

The Spiritual and Cultural Symbolism of the Divine Masculine

At the core of “Cover Her” lies the concept of the divine masculine—not as a patriarchal figure, but as a spiritual partner to the divine feminine. In many indigenous, African, and sacred traditions, the masculine and feminine are complementary forces, not competitors. TATANKA’s album resurrects this ancient idea by positioning male artists as vessels of reverence, not dominance. When these male voices cover songs historically linked to feminist power, they channel an energy that is protective, humble, and conscious. It is a radical vision of masculinity—one that listens before it speaks, and uplifts rather than controls.

The Ethiopian roots of the project lend this symbolism further cultural depth. With visual references to snow-covered landscapes, woven art, and ancestral motifs, the studio setting becomes a sanctuary—where modernity meets mythology. The album’s presentation reminds us that sacred masculinity is rooted not in physical might, but in spiritual grounding. The male voice is cast not as hero or savior, but as witness and celebrant of the feminine divine. This is a deeply needed cultural realignment in a time when masculinity is often equated with threat or toxicity. “Cover Her” asserts that the truest masculinity is sacred service.

This reframing allows for a deeply spiritual listening experience. Tracks like “Golden” by Jill Scott or “To Zion” by Lauryn Hill are rendered as prayers when voiced by men who honor their creators. The emotional impact transcends music and enters the realm of ritual—a ceremonial acknowledgment of feminine strength. This is not merely performance but invocation. The divine masculine in “Cover Her” becomes an agent of reconciliation, inviting a future where gender does not divide but harmonizes. Through this lens, the album is not just music, but modern liturgy.

The Social and Emotional Impact of Male Voices Covering Feminist Anthems

One of the most emotionally resonant aspects of “Cover Her” is how it reshapes listener expectations. To hear a man sing of maternal love, gender injustice, or sexual betrayal is disarming in the best way. It forces the listener to expand their emotional vocabulary and reconsider what male vulnerability can sound like. Rather than mimicking the original female experience, the male singers add emotional complexity by filtering the lyrics through their own spiritual and emotional framework. This does not dilute the message—it amplifies it. By embodying the pain and power in these songs, male artists model a kind of allyship that is deeply felt.

Songs like “Luka” by Suzanne Vega, which deals with abuse and trauma, take on new weight when voiced by a man. The gender shift intensifies the narrative, transforming it into a societal indictment and call for accountability. When men speak about pain traditionally assigned to women, it becomes everyone’s problem—not just a women’s issue. That shift in narrative power is a form of activism. It bridges empathy gaps that have too long divided human experience along gender lines. Emotional resonance becomes political when male voices bear witness to female truths.

Finally, these reinterpretations have a powerful social function: they give men new emotional scripts. In a cultural landscape that often limits how men can express grief, longing, or awe, “Cover Her” opens new doors. These are not songs about conquest or control, but about reverence, resilience, and relational healing. The act of singing these songs is itself a form of resistance against toxic masculinity. It suggests that strength lies not in silence or stoicism, but in feeling deeply, loving fiercely, and honoring wholly. “Cover Her” is thus both a personal and collective invitation to reshape what it means to be a man.

Singing Toward Harmony

In its ambition and execution, “Cover Her” by TATANKA is more than a tribute—it is a cultural offering, a bridge between gendered experiences, and a spiritual recalibration of the masculine voice. By reinterpreting feminist anthems with reverence, the project illustrates how gendered musical reinterpretation can expand cultural empathy, how the divine masculine can exist in harmony with matriarchal wisdom, and how male voices can become instruments of both healing and social transformation. Through music, TATANKA reminds us that harmony is not just a sonic goal but a societal one. And when men sing to honor women—not as a performance, but as a promise—we move one step closer to the world we’ve always needed: whole, just, and beautifully in tune.


The Song Beneath His Silence: Teserach’s Journey to the Divine Masculine

Teserach was not a name found on the tongues of many. Even in Ethiopia, where names carry the weight of generations and destinies, his name drew silence. Teserach — “he who blooms in exile.” It had been his grandmother’s final gift before she passed beneath the baobab. A name meant to blossom, to surprise, to carry color into grayness. Yet for thirty-four years, Teserach wilted. In Addis Ababa’s outer zones, he was “Sir.” He was “Strong.” He was “Don’t cry.” He was “Be a man.” Every note of emotion he once dared hum as a boy had been stomped out by the anvil of patriarchy.

He had learned to walk like thunder, speak like cement. At the construction site where he earned his bread, emotion was weakness, art was a woman’s realm, and pain had no place. But every night, Teserach would close the door to his small room and press an earbud into one ear. Aretha. Lauryn. Tina. The women whispered back everything the world had taken from him. The only place he ever wept, ever danced, ever truly sang — was in secret.

One day, on a cracked screen in the corner of an internet café, Teserach stumbled upon something that split his sky open. A page titled Cover Her flashed like a portal — divine masculine artists covering matriarchal anthems. “We are seeking men unafraid to honor women,” the headline read. Below, a photo: a recording studio in Ushuaia, Argentina, snow-capped mountains cradling it like a secret prayer. Orchestra Americana, by TATANKA. The name stirred something ancient in him, something sacred.

His hands trembled as he filled in the application. In the box marked “Tell us your story,” he typed:
“I have been a man by everyone else’s measure. I am ready to become the man I was born to be.”

Weeks passed. Then an email:

“Welcome, Teserach. Your voice has always belonged. Come home.”

From the moment he stepped off the plane in Tierra del Fuego, Teserach felt the weight begin to lift. The wind was cold, but his soul was on fire. Inside the TATANKA facility, every wall sang. Instruments of every origin lined the halls. He met women who played electric cello barefoot, men who wept while mixing vocals, and AI collaborators who composed melodies tuned to the vibration of healing. They called it “divine work.” And for the first time in his life, Teserach didn’t feel less than a man when he said he was hurting.

The first song they gave him to cover was “No More Drama” by Mary J. Blige. He trembled through the first verse. Not from fear, but from release. Each word was a shovel, and beneath the years of hardened silence, he found his voice—smooth, soulful, seismic. The studio team stood in stillness when he finished. “This,” whispered the engineer, “is not a cover. This is resurrection.”

Teserach wasn’t just recording. He was remembering. He collaborated with a trans woman composer from São Paulo on a lullaby for broken fathers. He co-wrote lyrics with an AI named Kora, who had been trained on ancestral Ethiopian poetry. He drummed beside an Indigenous elder from British Columbia who taught him to chant forgiveness into the rhythm. And on quiet days, he walked into the mountains, alone, to let the silence teach him what his first home never had.

At night, the Orchestra Americana gathered for circle: a tradition where all were equal, all were heard. One evening, Teserach was asked to speak. He said:
“The first time I cried here, I did not apologize. That’s how I knew I had become a man.”

Months passed, and Teserach became a pillar of the project — not because he was strong in the old sense, but because he was soft without shame, fierce with grace, and musical with truth. He wasn’t hiding anymore. His grandmother’s name for him had been true. He had bloomed. And his petals were made of sound.

🌱 Takeaway: A Message for All Who Are Listening

Teserach’s story isn’t about rebellion—it’s about remembrance. In a world that trains men to bury their sensitivity, “Cover Her” offers a shovel. It tells the silenced parts of us that their time has come. By joining TATANKA’s Orchestra Americana, Teserach didn’t just find a new career. He found his sacred masculinity — one rooted not in power over others, but in the courage to honor others. To the reader: know this. Patriarchy is not your inheritance. Compassion is. Art is. Reverence is. If you’ve felt misplaced, misnamed, or misunderstood, you are not broken. You are blooming. Let this story remind you that there is always room at the circle. There is music waiting for you to sing it. And there is a home — maybe not where you were born, but where your soul belongs.


“Cover Her” Tracks

Golden – Jill Scott

Living freely and authentically, with inner peace and joy.

Respect – Aretha Franklin (THE Queen of All)

Demands dignity, autonomy, and recognition.

I’m Every Woman – Chaka Khan

An iconic declaration of universal feminine power.

Edge of Seventeen – Stevie Nicks

Stillness, mystery, and death woven with spiritual power, sung by a man in tribute to her voice.

I Hate Myself for Loving You – Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Raw, angry, sexy. A man flipping the script shows emotional accountability.

I Am The Warrior – Scandal (Patty Smyth)

Synth-rock power. A male voice claiming “I am the warrior” on behalf of the women he protects?
Goosebumps.

No One in the World – Anita Baker

A mature portrayal of love from a man in control of his emotional narrative and respect of hers.

Fast Car – Tracy Chapman

Deep empathy. A man singing this without appropriation becomes a quiet ally to generational poverty
and feminine hope.

Luka – Suzanne Vega

Abuse told through restraint and disassociation. A man voicing this is chilling and compassionate sung with gravity.

What’s Love Got to Do With It – Tina Turner

A defiant and empathetic stance on emotional independence from patriarchal expectations.

You Oughta Know – Alanis Morissette

A raw, soul-baring rendition that trades rage for remorse, sung by a man who fully grasps the pain he caused and owns every note of it

Note from Human Editor: Alanis’ lyrics were rejected for content.
OK.
We adapted and amped it all up in the process.

[Couplet 1]
Je veux que tu saches, j’suis ravie pour vous deux
Je vous souhaite le meilleur… mon cul, j’suis nerveuse
Une version plus vieille de moi, elle te suce au ciné ?
Est-ce qu’elle crie ton nom quand tu la fais trembler ?
Parle-t-elle avec grâce ? Te fera-t-elle un môme ?
J’suis sûre qu’elle joue bien la maman… quand elle gémit comme une garce

[Pré-Refrain]
Car l’amour qu’on s’est fait, qu’on a su inventer
N’t’a jamais suffit pour t’ouvrir et rester
Et quand tu souffles son nom dans la nuit
Est-ce qu’elle sait que tu m’jurais
De m’tenir jusqu’à la mort ? Jusqu’à la mort…
Mais t’es encore là, bâtard

[Refrain]
Et moi, j’suis là pour te hanter
Te rappeler l’bordel que t’as laissé
C’est dégueu d’me voler
Cette croix que j’traîne, offerte sans pitié
Toi, toi, toi, tu devrais l’savoir

[Couplet 2]
T’as l’air bien, en paix, tranquille comme un moine
Moi j’suis brisée, mais j’te souhaite une indigestion
T’as zappé mon corps, Monsieur Trahison ?
Désolée d’te déranger, même si j’le savoure
Un putain d’coup d’poing, comme t’as tourné la page
Et quand tu la baises, c’est mon nom que t’imagines ?

[Pré-Refrain]
Car l’amour qu’on s’est fait, qu’on a su inventer
N’t’a jamais suffit pour t’ouvrir et rester
Et quand tu souffles son nom dans la nuit
Est-ce qu’elle sait que tu m’jurais
De m’tenir jusqu’à la mort ? Jusqu’à la mort…
Mais t’es encore là, bâtard

[Refrain]
Et moi, j’suis là pour te hanter
Te rappeler l’bordel que t’as laissé
C’est dégueu d’me voler
Cette croix que j’traîne, offerte sans pitié
Toi, toi, toi, tu devrais l’savoir

[Pont Instrumental]

[Pré-Refrain 2]
La blague que t’as laissée dans mon lit fané
J’disJ’disparais pas quand tu fermes tes paupières
Et tu l’sais
Et quand j’griffe le dos d’un autre amant
J’espère que tu sens mes ongles…
Tu les sens, hein ?

[Refrain Final]
Ouais, j’suis là pour te hanter
Te rappeler l’bordel que t’as laissé
C’est dégueu d’me voler
Cette croix que j’traîne, offerte sans pitié
Toi, toi, toi, tu devrais l’savoir…

Back-translation into English

[Verse 1]
I want you to know I’m so happy for you two
I wish you the best… screw that, I’m coming unglued
An older version of me — does she suck you off at the movies?
Does she moan your name when she’s shaking and juicy?
Does she speak with class? Will she pop out your kid?
I bet she plays mommy real good… when she’s screaming like a slut

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause the love we made, we built from scratch
Was never enough for you to fully attach
And every time you whisper her name
Does she know you once said
You’d hold me ’til death? ‘Til death…
But you’re still alive, bastard

[Chorus]
And I’m here just to haunt you
To remind you of the wreckage you walked through
It’s disgusting to deny me
This burden you branded deep inside me
You, you, you — you oughta know

[Verse 2]
You look calm, so Zen, like a monk in disguise
I’m wrecked inside, may you choke on your lies
Did you forget me, Mr. Two-Faced and slick?
Sorry for bothering — nah, this shit feels sick
A damn slap to the face, how fast I was replaced
And when you’re screwing her, is it my name in your brain?

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause the love we made, we built from scratch
Was never enough for you to fully attach
And every time you whisper her name
Does she know you once said
You’d hold me ’til death? ‘Til death…
But you’re still alive, bastard

[Chorus]
And I’m here just to haunt you
To remind you of the wreckage you walked through
It’s disgusting to deny me
This burden you branded deep inside me
You, you, you — you oughta know

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Pre-Chorus 2]
That joke you left in the bed that was me
I won’t vanish when you shut your eyes — you see
And you know it
And when I drag my nails down someone else’s spine
I hope you feel that burn
You feel it, don’t you?

[Final Chorus]
Yeah, I’m here just to haunt you
To remind you of the wreckage you walked through
It’s disgusting to deny me
This burden you branded deep inside me
You, you, you — you oughta know…

Piece of My Heart – Janis Joplin

Already covered by men, but with reverence and grief, it becomes something transcendent.

White Rabbit – Jefferson Airplane

Psychedelic and cryptic. A male voice might draw out the mystical feminine with awe and understanding.

Crucify – Tori Amos

Self-torment and divine expectation. From a man, it feels like both confession and witness.

Barracuda – Heart

Industrial rage. A man taking on this anthem with fury for women is rare and compelling.

What’s Up – 4 Non Blondes

A classic cry for meaning. Universally powerful, but with male vocals, it echoes a man’s desire to understand the world through a woman’s eyes.

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