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Canned Goods
06:09
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The Water Song
04:08
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3. |
Humours Set
06:09
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Borders
06:34
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We put up the borders that board us into our boxes
Oh can't you see now how the locksmith lies?
Stoking up the national pride
While they're keeping all the wealth inside (repeat)
We put up the borders
To keep out the needy man
Borders
To protect the greedy man
Borders To keep all the living men dead, dead, dead
We put up the borders
That separate us from our fellow human beings
Emphasizing difference instead of seeing
The reflections that connect us
Connections that perfect us
The similarities of factors that affect us in our
Everyday existence on this planet that we all live upon
Six billion expressions of the same essential one
The same essential force
That fundamental source
Of energy that manifests itself in oh so many different forms.
And it's
All alright and all ok and that's just fine you know but
Me I know that sometimes you have to draw the lines just to make
Sense of what you see
Of this reality
But understand the lines you draw only exist within your mind,
it's the
Illusion of separation,
whoa oh oh
Separating nation from nation, the
Justification for social segregation
So deep in our delusions like a world of mental patients,
now it's
Time to tear down the asylum walls and let the patients out, it's
Time to let the refugees inside and share the wealth about, it's
Time that we all understand
We are just one land
Just one people, people it's time to make a stand and say
No woh woh woh
I won't go woh woh woh
I won't go quietly no no no
I won't go quietly no no no
And if I do, well you should know
You can't trap my soul
Trap my soul
Behind these
borders that board us...//
We put up the borders
To keep out the needy man...
Borders
That elevate the status of those with resources
Never wonder from what plundering the source is misappropriated
Excavated from the living earth
Minerals like outlaw criminals flee from their place of birth and
Make the journey northwards
Destined for our waters where they're
Welcomed in with open arms by the governments and corporates
Container ships slip over border points with ease
When they're carrying the commodities that service our greed, but meanwhile
Deep down in the belly of the ship, a secret human cargo waits
No food or water's passed a man's lips for the last eleven days
Kept alive by memories of families they've left behind
They ride the waves towards the promise of a better life
Some flee from tyranny
Some simply seek a way
To lift themselves up from the poverty that stalks them every day
Some run away from never ending civil war
For every single one of them
This is the last resort and they say
We put up the borders that board us into our boxes
Oh can't you see now how the locksmith lies?
Stoking up the national pride
While they're keeping all the wealth inside
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Atlas Tango
06:57
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6. |
Pass it Along
06:02
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This guitar came from a timber, from the body of a tree
Through the workshop of a luthier, now it's on loan to me
And it's good company after dinner, and it fits my hands just fine
But some day another singer with a pair of hands like mine
Will coax out songs much prettier still hiding in its strings
And sing stronger, braver words than I could ever sing
And folks are gonna love it, of this I'm almost sure
So I'll take good care of it, cause I'm borrowing it from her
Pass it along, pass it along
May it land in careful hands when we're gone
You carry it for a moment
But time won't loan it to you for long
You don't own it, pass it along
This here is my country, sometimes it's hard to recognize it
But I count myself lucky, to have been born inside it
And I'm grateful for the rights others struggled hard to win
And you can be sure I'm gonna fight when they try to take 'em back again
Oh, and everywhere are teachers, though some fell along the way
The words they said still reach us, just like you're teaching me here today
And you may not speak it loud, but it's clear in what you do
And I hope to make you proud, because I borrowed it from you
Seems these days we're in a hurry, to grab up all that's left to use
Putting patents on discovery, making seeds that don't reproduce
If our vision is so narrow, seeing only bought and sold
We'll end up like the pharaohs, buried with their gold
We've all pushed this thing along, we've all been guided by our fear
But the river sings a song we've gotta be quieter to hear
It's in every child's face, new and hopeful as a stem
Best be gentle with this place, cause we're borrowing it from them
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The Gavinator
00:47
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9. |
Songbirds
05:25
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10. |
Swords into Ploughshares
00:40
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Real Revolution
06:31
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bring up the real revolution
as you know it won't be on TV
this kind of thing you gotta stick around
& get to know people to see
it won't be won by rhetoric
it won't be won with guns
it won't be won standing on the backs of anyone
if it's the real revolution it won't make us all the same
if it's the one real revolution it won't need a name
but peacefulness & compassion
family feeling & compassion
tolerance & compassion
in a time of war & hate
you go on about us & them
you got em both inside
one that you hold up a banner for
one that you try to hide
if it's a real revolution
won't be led by a man of war
you will become the thing you fight against
if you only see what you fight for
beat the swords into plowshares
beat the swords into plowshares
beat your swords into plowshares
& dig in, & work
bring up the real revolution
in your heart & mind
keep the thought of it close to you
in desperate times
it won't be won by rhetoric
it won't be won with guns
it won't be won standing
on the backs of anyone
you know the old revolution
it's the one within
it's the one we been fighting since
the world begin
it won't be led by a guru
who lives his life like a god
it won't be led by a rockstar
it won't be led by the mob
if it's the real revolution
it won't make us all the same
if it's the one real revolution
it won't need a name
but peacefulness & compassion
family feeling & compassion
tolerance & compassion
in a time of cold hearts & landmines & bombs & hate
Scott Cook 2003
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A Kind of Loneliness
04:39
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Jez Hellard & The Djukella Orchestra London, UK
Potent songs, silky double-bass, fiery fiddling and smoking harmonicas.
Jez Hellard & The
Djukella Orchestra play a rich mongrel mix of folk music, from jigs, reels and rebel ballads to tango, rhumba and reggae.
Virtuoso musicianship, conscious poetry; from dance tunes to rebel ballads, sweet love songs to powerful politics and passionate improvisation.
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