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Protests Songs
03:06
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On the back of workers, forced to the ground
To construct the buildings that they first burnt down
From the masters whip to the barrel of their guns
Sustainable labor, the poor have become
Four walls constrict me like white picket fences
A jail for the masses, cultural enslavement
We are whores to our wages and leases
If we could break this, we may be free
(yeah...maybe free)
Breathe polluted skylines distorted by highways
Burn coal for the factories, and fossils for driving
Then we'll keep walking through smog covered wastelands
Until our children no longer breathe
Farm for living, or die dancing in markets
With our credit rising, officials are crying
Bottle this water because these wells are tainted
These fracking arrangements, no end in sight
(No end in sight)
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2. |
We Lit the Fire
03:52
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We lit the fire, on the river
To watch the smoke flood the air that night
Do you recall, do you remember
The way the bog accompanied these songs
You left home, with fire in your eyes from paper
You left home, a little more destroyed with those words
The phone call came, you're in trouble
The words between the sobs explained it all
Walk back through woods, exposed by moonlight
I got to you to see what went wrong
You left home, with fire on your tongue from anger
You came home, a little more destroyed with the sun
We lit a fire, in the attic
to watch the flames take away the past
We yelled out, then we wrote down
the words we could never get out
You came home, with fire on you tongue from anger
I left home, a little more concerned with the sun
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3. |
Territorial Lines
02:36
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Walking to the river, but the river went dry
From the dam we created to sustain our lives
After the downfall what effects will that bring
Walking through that city, but that city is dead
Just overgrowth and blood in it
Endless wars after power structures failed
Step into a corner store, searching for supplies
Shots ring out to clarify, territorial lines
Nothing more than scavengers, waiting for the end
It's been this way for far too many years
Singing for the rain, but the rain never comes
Just smogged out skies blocking out the sun
From countless years of factories pumping smoke
I'm searching through that city, but that city is dead
Just firefights and ghost in it
Ever since we watched these systems made
Step into a corner store, searching for supplies
Shots ring out to clarify, territorial lines
We're nothing more than scavengers, waiting for the end
It's been this way for far too many years
Its been this way for far too many years
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4. |
It Rang Out
02:59
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I've walked the world, I've walked the world around
I've walked the sands, guess what I found?
That everyplace I've ever been
It's just the same old sound
And they rang out
I've swam the sea, of roads covering this land
I've breathed the air, until I could no longer stand
But every time I got back up
I seemed to comprehend
And it rang out
Up the mountains, up the mountains I ran
Away from the wrong done by my mind and hand
The forest starts to comfort me
The trees took me by the hand, and said
Jared, you're only human
Up the mountains, up the mountains I ran
Away from the wrong and evil done in this land
The forest starts to comfort me
The trees took me by the hand, and said
Jared, they're only human
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5. |
I Will Rise
06:08
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The wind will share its wisdom with me
Only I can hear, with the edges hazy
The fire is talking, it's talking to me
Just wait and see, the signals of smoke in store for me
The water is flowing, its flowing through me
And it will fight, to clean everything
I will rise, throw down my disguise
I will rise, in the night
My feet will drop, pounding a beat
That'll carry my bones peacefully
My eyes they watch, they watch in defeat
As they destroy, everything around me
My hands they grow, construct everything
To prevent the violence, from my urges and needs
I will rise, throw down my disguise
I will rise, in the night
My fingers they tap, they tap on a screen
Hieroglyphics, a dead language we speak
My voice it carries, the thoughts I think
I'm out of the cave, now its time to sing
That i will rise, throw down my disguise
I will rise, in the night
I will rise, throw down my disguise
I will rise, in the night
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6. |
I've Been Running
02:58
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I've been chasing, the same old yellow lines
Searching for something new to find
I've been writing, journalistic blues
While watching the nightly news that we've all seen
But what is life, I've been screaming from the edge
Or at the river bend for years
And it comes, in the form of wind in the air
Or at the edge of a front that it pulled in
I've been running, trying to catch myself
to finally break my shell of opinions
What is hell, constantly going in reverse
Holding on to verses of different lives
But what is life? I've been screaming from this edge
Or at this river bend for years now
And it comes, in the form of wind in the air
Or at the edge of a storm when it rolls in
And when we run, to the burning sun
The fire in the air, it makes us alive
And when we retreat, through the moonlight streets
We'll take these words and shape our future.
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7. |
Western Fires
04:22
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Dance for sadness, there's fire in the sky
Sing for sunshine, what little we can find
Hope for madness to burn away the mind
And breathe for laughter, it never hurts to try
We smile in the daylight take pride in our lives
But when this is gone what do we become
Work for substance, in a pre-fabricated life
Strive for core morals, for that we must fight
Take disaster in a, a positive light
And hold to one another, in these hard times
We smile in the daylight though all of this is wrong
Mask our fears in pride
We smile in the daylight though all of this is wrong
Mask our fears in pride
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