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West and Higher
08:47
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Instrumental
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American Still
04:50
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Lovers and dreamers hold hands as they board the last train from Grand Central
Hoping to combat the loss; Counting and mourning the cost
The land of such progress and trouble and passion and action brought still
Refugees stranded outside; Asphyxiated by pride
A people divided and scared, Hoping to learn of the cause of this American Still
Please do not sleep here read the sign on the storefront in Washington
Vacancies filled in the street; Vacant eyes longing for sleep
Services lent and forgotten by powers that are American Still
The church basement walls, both stronghold and prison to the family
A home base, a shelter for night; A place to prepare for the fight
To give them a chance at a life that might be American Still
A billboard once bright and inspiring now faded to grey
The red and the blue gone away; The words, yes we can, fight to stay
Mounted through tempests and trials that are American Still
A corner once empty now serves as a neighborhood meeting place
A woman preaches love, not spite; The minds and the hearts reunite
As people realize the path forward that is American Still
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Searching
04:05
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I am searching for the questions to the answers that are shouted in my face
I am wondering if there is anything that anyone can do to save the human race
I know everybody’s got something to say // and no one’s gonna listen to it anyway…
But I’m tired. When I wake up in the morning sometimes the world feels like too much, and I can’t even start.
And I’m angry. When I draw the curtains back from my window, I see so much pain it Pierces my heart.
It all feels so pedestrian, just another day. But I’m screaming inside, with nothing actually to say
And I am floating, falling, flying through time, with another tear drop blurring the line between
Presidents and pigs, priorities and sins; and I wonder if we’ll ever feel whole
If I could only find an answer in my soul
I am screaming at the void which answers, “sorry but the real estate is full”
While I was waiting for the rapture but it passed, I didn’t even feel the pull
So I keep my place on earth below the sky, and the voices in my head keep asking why…
Do you feel me? Do the things I feel touch something in your chest, make you wanna sing and fight and get on up?
Am I crazy? For thinking there is anybody out there feeling like they’re screaming and stuck in the same old rut?
As politicians prevaricate, collecting the bills. Emptying the moral bank, it’s gonna get us killed.
And I am floating, falling, flying through time, with another tear drop blurring the line between
Presidents and pigs, priorities and sins; and I wonder if we’ll ever feel whole
If I could only find an answer in my soul
I can’t take it anymore, my tears are running dry, my words are gonna fly
Straight from my heart into your ears, we’ll guard each other’s fears and try.
And I am floating, falling, flying through time, with another tear drop blurring the line between
Presidents and pigs, priorities and sins; and I wonder if we’ll ever feel whole
If I could only find an answer in my soul.
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For Our Lives
06:34
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Instrumental
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Si Nos Organizamos
05:37
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Instrumental
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Intermixed
05:27
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Your Problem Now
05:30
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Well boomers like to drill, and boomers like to f*ck
Boomers did enough of each to blame it all on luck
The changing of the earth’s behavior, guided by their green eyed savior
That’s just too bad for the fishes and the ducks
But I need oil for my power they say, and space to build the rig.
So they blow away the flora and the fauna as they dig
They cry “money, money, money, money” and to the bees it’s just “sorry, honey”
And the billions surviving on what they kill better find another gig
They said don’t worry, I’ll be gone long before the day breaks
When the sunlight hits you won’t recognize a thing
This old world that you know, would’ve liked to stay and watch it grow,
But that’s just more time than catastrophes allow
Sorry son, it’s your problem now
And even if a little bit is caused by what we do
It’s gonna happen anyways, the ocean’s still as blue
It’s black and white, there’s no more gray, but still they slash the EPA
And until they become fossil fuels, they ignore what’s clearly true
They said don’t worry, I’ll be gone long before the day breaks
When the sunlight hits you won’t recognize a thing
This old world that you know, would’ve liked to stay and watch it grow,
But that’s just more time than catastrophes allow
Sorry son, it’s your problem now
Do they see the seasons shifting, or the storms get worse and worse?
Would it help if all the extinct species each got a separate hearse?
As the fires get far more frequent, they pillage planet earth
The time is now, fight for your right to a living planet just by birth.
And now some change their minds and admit that’s now’s the time
To finally act or the world will soon be passing
The kids are coming, they’re mad as hell, they understand what dollars never tell
And the rising water watches us, it’s laughing
They said don’t worry, I’ll be gone long before the day breaks
When the sunlight hits you won’t recognize a thing
This old world that you know, would’ve liked to stay and watch it grow,
But that’s just more time than catastrophes allow
Sorry son, it’s your problem now
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Following Orders
05:34
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A ticket. A parking violation on a hot day, just a minute too long for the meter maid
And she just keeps writing that ticket, nothing you can do to kick it
Just following orders, nothing to be done, that’s the way of the world son
Just following orders.
A black man. Doing 55 on a cool night, doesn’t know about his broken tail light
Until he’s face down with his hands on his head, prayin to God he don’t end up dead
Seems a bit extreme for a broken light, but for your family’s sake, don’t put up a fight
Just following orders.
What would you do? What would you do?
What would you do? Just following orders…
A family, waiting in line to get in, barely know the language or the setting
Crossed an imaginary line in the sand, looking for safety in a new land
But their welcome isn’t open arms, it’s slamming doors and false alarms
Just following orders.
A soldier. Civilians. Two plus two is four. Just the cost of war
Or a button pressed a thousand miles away, you can’t see the faces so it’s easier to say
The same refrain across space and time, another day at work, the same old party line
Just following orders. Oh, just following orders..
What would you do? What would you do?
What would you do? Just following orders…
Would you rip a crying infant from her mother’s arms?
Would you tear a growing son from his father’s tears?
Would you drill a planet desperate just to breathe?
Would you tell the ones who need help just to leave?
Would you deny someone a way to show their love?
Or a way to worship what they think is up above?
Will you judge a man by color? Would you spit on Robert Mueller?
Does your conscience really matter to a hypocrite mad hatter?
Why would you play in his unhinged, delusional game?
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