1. |
Flower to the Sun
03:40
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smoke in your eyes
a lover’s disguise
wrapped in all the layers
I see you in there
I see you in there
we’re pulled towards someone
a flower to the sun
open and they’ll find you
you are not alone
you are not alone
wave to the sun
it is shining
wave coming in
woah...
sift through the sand
find gold in your hands
dancing in the river
you spin her around
you spin her around
wave to the sun
it is shining
wave coming in
woah...
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2. |
Farasha
03:28
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battle lines drawn across your face
memories of darker days
the road you’ve walked, the steps you’ve made
have led you to this place today
remember the boy you once were
before the war, before the cure
like a butterfly you have changed
in size and form, you’ve rearranged
let your new eyes ease their gaze
reframe the scene, see in between
with rays of light that shine above
they’ve been here all along my love
lift your head out of the sand
redefine what it is to be a man
black mirror looking back at you
can steal your face, can turn you blue
step out of the ring of fire
are you led by love or by desire
turn your good ear to the speaker
begin to hear a little clearer
wearing hand-me downs that do not fit
colonial costumes and puritan shit
take off these clothes, shed your skin
you’re ready to begin again
I dig witches of the past
the badass queens in the current cast
we feel your mind, we got your back
the fearless leaders of this pack
let your new eyes ease their gaze
reframe the scene, see in between
with rays of light that shine above
they’ve been here all along my love
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3. |
Whatcha Looking For
05:17
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take a shovel up to the mountain
there’s gold up in them hills
spend a lifetime dirty digging
your own grave and your free will
staring at a clock with no hands
wonder where the time went
chasing a wife and a white picket fence
forget about the moment
can’t find what you ain’t really looking for
can’t find, can’t find, can’t find
can’t find what you ain’t really looking for
ain’t really looking for
sugar candy straight to the brain
fleeting high has passed you by
you can’t fill a leaking tank
no matter how hard you try
no matter how hard you try
can’t find what you ain’t really looking for…
I was lost in the American dream - find me
I was lost in the American dream - find me
I was lost in the American dream - find me
I was lost in the Amer–--
in the darkest of danger find ourselves
with no illusions
staring face to face with fear
become the solution
can’t find what you ain’t really looking for…
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4. |
Santiago
03:50
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there’s a brass band in the street
I swear it’s not in my head
won’t you come meet me
we’ll dance with the dead
it’s Sunday in Santiago
and the beat is real loud
we take it to our bones
it’s heard high up in the clouds
we find ourselves
in a dark and hallowed bar
there’s a priest in the corner
strums a five string guitar
to the ramblers and seekers
and curious eyes
desperate to be seen
revealed from their disguise
I go back to the old home
where once I did live
faded pictures on the ground
I try hard to forgive
ten years have gone and went
yet the smell remains the same
mother’s just a memory
look what we became
la da dai dai, dai dai
I saw the devil in a dream
and he lived in a white house
fear was his only weapon
you could see through his doubt
so I looked him in the eye
and I asked him to oblige
played him this song
and he sang along to my surprise
la da dai dai, dai dai
we witness the madness
as if we’re far beyond the crime
laughing at the sadness
we distance our own kind
there’s a story in our bones
that can’t go ignored
we’re more like our enemies
than we believed before
la da dai dai, dai dai
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5. |
Trying to Get Free
04:44
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dear soul on the other side
my guitar, do you hear it cry
the beat of the drum, do you feel it pound
the land we walk on, our shared ground
you hold a gun, I’ve got my violin
life and death, held in our hands
lightning, thunder, sheets of sound
a love supreme, turn us around
trying to get free
trying to get free
trying to get free
a billion people at our fingertips
never felt so far away
truth is lost in the webs
cut the strings of our marionettes
trying to get free…
broken systems work by design
dividing us right down the line
language of love loses its meaning
with my guitar I’ll go out dreaming
stand up, break down, (get free)
rise up, right now, (get free)
here we, come now, (get free)
all of, us now, (get free)
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6. |
We Are the Ones
04:52
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child is dancing
in the morning light
it’s all in her grooving
freedom alive
the world through her eyes
a new everyday
may her spirit guide us
to another way
we are the ones
we’re waiting for
back in my mind
drowning in pain
we’re millions of pieces
shattered in the rain
climb up that mountain
so you can see below
when living in the madness
don’t know where to go
we are the ones
we’re waiting for
paradise on fire
our home has burned on down
smoke signals tell us
time to turn around
many friends we’ve lost
good men have died
a year filled with sorrow
the tears we have cried
we are the ones
we’re waiting for
our story ain’t over
this page has just begun
out of the darkness
step into the sun
child is dancing
in the morning light
it’s all in her grooving
freedom alive
we are the ones
we’re waiting for
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7. |
Ones & Zeros
03:54
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our differences shine under neon spotlights
while the same dna has to hide away
living in a stream of fear and violence
keeps the power at the top and the people at bay
talking with the trolls, like the prophets of the fold
while we’re digging our holes, to bury our souls
attraction to distraction
24 hours, 8 days a week
you can’t feed the pack if the lion’s got the meat
can you see it
do you feel it
time marches on and the brains grow smaller
while the minds in our hands turn people into dollars
and the ones and zeros never adding up to much
now we’re dots on a line and we’re losing sense of touch
but the economy, the economy, will lead us to glory
it was written in the good book, some old bible story
I will make a great nation of your people
now it’s carved in the wood of the biggest steeple
it’s so unbelievable
yet it so conceivable
can you see it
do you feel it
there are stories, buried beneath our skin
it will take some digging before you will find em
on the long last path from where we began
find the footprints of our kin in the desert sand
mother Africa is where we came
our fire’s a spark from the very same flame
but it’s burning at the seams that bring us together
while we fight behind screens but nothing gets better
open your heart and you’re bound to see
we’ve been taught to divide individually
can you see it
do you feel it
24 hours, 8 days a week
you can’t feed the pack if the lion’s got the meat
can you see it
do you feel it
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8. |
Sahara
04:21
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9. |
Painter
05:16
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are you the color you choose
or does the color choose you
no blue in this scene
oil falling on sky
it’s neither day or the night
can you see in between
I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now
call you now, call you now
painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away
there is a face taking form
don’t know where it comes from
but you see where it’s going
so you follow the voice
do you have any choice
you either sink or you float
I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now
call you now, call you now
painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away
we see the world scroll on by
are we demand or supply
as we run in the wheel
poems lost in the air
the singer’s killed by despair
as the actors reveal
I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now
call you now, call you now
painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away
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Billy Wylder Hancock, Vermont
"Music band" led by Avi Salloway (Bombino/Hey Mama). Music makers, activists, adventures.
"a sense of mystery and majesty" –No Depression
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