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love’s ashes
06:17
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love’s ashes
went back to town
his ghost still lives there
i am so sick of him
i wish my feelings would have died
long ago
i didn’t want to move on
but if you don’t move on
then you might as well not move at all
so i, drove by his place
nobody home
oh, look at me
lamenting loss
like it was a sacred rite
and i
stopped producing my love for him
gone
and gone out
i don’t know him anymore
gone
and gone out
he don’t know me anymore
tore up our love
in a jar of ashes
then i let it fly
from the outlook that keeps the mississippi blind
free, i am
free, i am finally free of him
not having the words
is like going deaf slowly
so i thought about it over a tall glass of milk
and i realized that there haven’t been any cookies for us
no chocolate chips
for our budding love
and i
stopped producing my love for him
gone
and gone out
i don’t know him anymore
gone
and gone out
he don’t know me anymore
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2. |
rubber bullets
08:21
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i am watching
those low clouds roll in
like fighter planes comin’ back from a war
with thunder on their heels.
and the blue sky landscape
sets the stage
for palestine’s freedom
absolution from papal rome.
and my heart bleeds
as the shots i’m hearin’
take the lives
of our brothers and sisters.
meanwhile, in america
the front page is talkin’ about gulliani’s viagra
and in america
1040 retroactive rebates are goin’ in the mail
and in america
man is about to extend his electric hand
over and eye, for an eye, for an eye – and it leaves the world blind
and in america
god is walking alone
and the goddess is staring at herself for hope
and in america
the xenophobic multinational media is writing hitler back into history
and another steel bullet bomb goes off in palestine
another steel bullet bomb goes off in palestine
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3. |
i, phoolan devi
06:01
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she was only eleven years old
when she was sold into slavery
at the age of 15, she was gang raped
again, and again, and again
so, she took up arms
and hunted down the mauraderous of her youth
can you blame her?
can you blame her?
can you blame her?
can you blame her?
ah…yeah, oh woah.
yeah, oh, yeah.
i, phoolan devi
i, phoolan devi
they sentenced her
to eleven years of jail
after gunning down everyone
in her tribe
she did her time
so they set her free
and she went on a rampage of democracy.
i, phoolan devi
i, phoolan devi
they came one day
in the broad daylight
and they gunned down our sister across the sea
our sister across the sea
oh, yeah, oh, yeah…oh, yeah.
armed with a gun
or a ballot box
it don’t really matter
‘cause they hated her all along
they hated her all along
they hated her all along
they hated her all along
they hated her all along
they hated her all along
i, phoolan devi
i, phoolan devi
yeah.
her pyre burns
her pyre burns
don’t let it burn in vain
don’t let it burn in vain
don’t let it burn in vaaaaaa yayyyayyya in
i, phoolan devi
i, phoolan devi
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just got something
caught in my mouth
so, excuse me won’t you
if i indulge you with
this truth
there you are again
asking me without question
what games i’m up to now
‘cause you know
these games are all you know
and now i’m back
in high school again
‘n you’re sittin’ there
at my study hall
euchre table
watchin’ me take every hand
but leavin’ yours alone
‘cause i know you too well
to force you to loose
oh, but i could
and sometimes i want to
just to see
if you’d run
to catch my hand
‘n tell me that you’d die
if i were gone.
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5. |
and then some
05:20
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we were busy
fighting a war
with fax machines, guitars, and pens
so, who had time for friends?
your allies
they don’t appear to be mine
your friends
they don’t appear to be mine
we’re hated by the same
and then some
i know you love who i am
‘cause i love you
just the way you are
but the world is too small
for the angels that we are
we’re angles you and i
i’m on a mission of love
from the gods
you’re on a mission of love
from the god-dess-es
and we’re hated by the same
and then some
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6. |
nonetheless
06:17
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if i said the wrong thing to you
it’s because i was running a little short on words
and now it appears that i am loosing you
to this war
‘tween your dad and mine
‘tween your dad and mine
i hope you’re alright tonight
and you’re making good time
on the road, of your life
i’m sorry i’m not there with you
but i am here, nonetheless
i am here, nonetheless
and i know that our moms would have
so much to share
‘bout how alone
our dads
left them
so this is my lullaby
calling you back to my arms
maybe i will forgive you
for being who you might be
but promises are getting hard to keep
especially now that the world
is poising for a war
the world is poising for a war
and i’m needed on the front lines of peace
baby i am needed on the front lines of peace
i hope you’re alright tonight
and you’re making good time
on the road, of your life
i’m sorry i’m not there with you
but i am here, nonetheless
i am here, nonetheless
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7. |
silly
00:41
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9. |
wuff wuff
00:32
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10. |
white powder
06:21
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11. |
sorry but yer wrong
04:28
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i thought you knew
where you were standin’
when you stood on the porch
of my wounded heart
seems that you were blind
‘n couldn’t see
all that dried blood
stickin’ to the bottoms of your feet
came home from tour
two weeks in my pocket
to another empty promise
of stickin’ by me
through the worst of times
“lean on me,”
you’d tell me.
“i’ll be there for you”
you’d say innocently
but look at you now
push comin’ to shove
and you’re like all the rest
just another boy
took four months of my love
just to say it was all a lie after all
that you never loved me
but you had a good time
and you’re sorry for using me to have it
“lean on me,”
you’d tell me.
“i’ll be there for you,”
you’d say innocently.
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12. |
chutes and ladders
03:48
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bird takes off
i watch it fly
through the clouds
where i want to be
you tie yourself down
everytime i set us free
call yourself a friend – accusing me
cutting into me
till i draw my lines
you’re beggin’ to be inside
i am weaker
than the hollow bones of a bird
and you’re not strong enough
to be the feather in my wing
racist neighbor downstairs
gives you every reason to hate me
your selfish jealousy
makes you blind
i’m doin’ all i can
but you’ll never be satisfied
till i give in
little christian boy
do i remind you
of the lies you tell yourself
collecting sympathy points
for the pity you lay down
at my brown feet
oh my beautiful brown feet
i am weaker
than the hollow bones of a bird
and you’re not strong enough
to be the feather in my wing
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13. |
take back, payback
06:43
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this is what we predicted (x4)
back in ninety-six (x2)
and they dismissed us
as too radical
too young
too naive
but look at what we have (x2)
it’s a self-appointed bigot in the oval office
appointing self-righteous bigots to his cabinet
appointing racist judges, racist judges
to the highest courts of our land
and there ain’t gonna be no justice
if we just sit here and take it
so i suggest that we (x2/3)
join hands and raise ‘em
to the highest powers above us
resist the desire (x2)
to take up arms
and lock arm in arm instead
march up the steps
to the highest courts of our land
and take back what’s ours
yeah, we’re gonna take back what’s ours
anyway, anyway, etc.
it’s a self-appointed bigot in the oval office
appointing self-righteous bigots to his cabinet
appointing racist judges, racist judges
to the highest courts of our land
this is what we predicted (x4)
and now look
‘cause this is what we have...
we have (x4)
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14. |
who i live for
06:03
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i was just gunnin’ time
like a recklose cannon
till you came through to me
‘n now that i’ve outdone time
no clock will ever look the same
since i called time’s bluff
i got holes
you got patches
‘n a big piece ‘a me
you got basecamp
i got tent stakes
‘n a big blanket ‘a you
now i’m stuck on this airplane
but the glory of runnin’
just ain’t what it was
ever since i had you
to come back home to
i ain’t ever gonna be
what i was
i have learned
that what i am
is more than that ever was
‘cause ‘a you
‘cause ‘a you
‘cause ‘a you
i got holes
you got patches
‘n a big piece ‘a me
you got basecamp
i got tent stakes
‘n a big blanket ‘a you
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Amrit Kohli Detroit, Michigan
From the East African genocides of Idi Amin to sexual persecution in the United States, activist-songwriter Amrit Kohli has experienced lifetimes of conflict in the mere decades under his belt. Seeking refuge in a new country as a child then becoming entangled in the battle for personal freedom as an adult would galvanize anyone to use their voice for the betterment of humankind. ... more
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