#KleeBenally #SongToTheSun
"Our mother aches
Iron claws dig until she breaks
And she bleeds for this
How much is enough?
I remember listening to songs of the sun
For all those, who’s breath was stolen
Who’s future was taken away
Who learned too late
CHORUS:
And so we sing again
To the house of dawn
There are no words, no words that can right these wrongs.
This land breathes pain
And nothing grows
that doesn’t carry the trauma
that we’ve wept, that you sow…
CHORUS
this empire of blood and bones
of stolen, poisoned, homes…
genocide… mutilated ghosts…
fierce hearts lay buried… their struggle speaks…
fierce hearts lay buried… saying…
“leave it in the ground…”
While the mines lay abandoned – What has been done?
Wells poisoned… nothing has been done?
Cancers spread… tell me, what has been done?
To right these wrongs! To right these wrongs!
CHORUS
deafening the screams
grinding down the gears
you can’t hear them cause your window is closed
and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears
There’s a market for everything…
social media exists
so you keep on consuming…
it’s revolutionary chic and at least you “liked” and shared…
for liberation…oh what a loaded word…
and you’ve marched quietly along
and you’ve marched so complacently along
one brutal violent machine pressing against another (3x)
crushing all our dreams, and all we desire
the price is paid in blood and we know what its worth…
the price is paid in blood…
capitalism is the enemy…of mother earth. (2x)
deafening the screams
grinding down the gears
you can’t hear them cause your window closed
and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears
one brutal violent machine pressing against another
you’ve surrendered your power to your fears
one brutal violent machine pressing against another
you’ve surrendered your power to your fears
I will hold your hand
At the edge of this world
As we watch it burn to the ground
I will hold your hand
At the edge of the dawn
And laugh and wonder at the new days we’ve found
they will not suffocate this fire
it burns from our hearts
so long as we hold this inside
they can never take this from us
how much can you take?
how much can you give?
there is no post-apocalyptic
oh this is it
how much can we bleed?
till were up off our knees?
there’s no post-colonial, we live it
they will not suffocate this fire
it burns from our hearts
so long as we hold this inside
they can never take this from us
if this is our grave
such a wondrous bed we’ve been made
only so much we can bleed
so much more than we’d ever need
I will hold your hand
At the edge of this world
As we watch it burn to the ground.
Peabody‘s drag lines across the landscape
like militarized borders that carve this police state
1974 government pens wrote, “relocate”
divide and conquer, 14,000 and today?
We know this nightmare because it repeats
’till something breaks
An act of liberation
Yes we all know it’s the rich against the poor
class, race, gender, and mother earth just a resource
globalization is colonization and colonization is always war…
We know this nightmare because it repeats
’till something breaks
An act of liberation!
Industrial capitalist hetero-patriarchy
We know the story of so many manifested destinies
From the broken bones of broken homes and violated boarding school dreams
We know this nightmare because it repeats
’till something breaks
An act of liberation!
From Big Mountain to Palestine, relocation is genocide.
We stand against all wars and occupation
Against nationalism, against state sponsored terrorism
the free market non-profit industry
accountable to foundations no not community
paychecks for activism, for justice or just them?
But this ain’t no revolutionary commodity…
It’s an act of liberation
An act of liberation!
it’s only a matter of time
it’s only a question, an affirmation
of who we are and who we’ve have been
reconnect the dots
trace back the memories
its only a matter of time
until our words match our actions
CHORUS:
these laws, these borders, these walls, will fall
it’s only a matter of time, it’s only a matter of action
How much can we pretend,
that we’re not complicit in our silence?
how much longer, until these times get so desperate?
the beating in our hearts
a rhythm we can’t shut out
calling us to action, call us to action…
CHORUS
its a matter of action.
these are desperate times calling for desperate measures
these are desperate times calling for desperate action
its a matter of action.
Time for action
Following paths
so many ways to wander
so many ways I’ve wondered
always the question biting at my heel
sometimes its too much to feel
open hearts bleed
strong hearts deceived
where were you in this time of need?
following paths so many ways to take it on
so many ways we’ve lost
always the question expressing the real
sometimes its too much to feel
open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
where were you in this time of need?
where were you?
your shadow still cast
all that we lived past
your words still linger
if we could peel back the time
uncover the wounds so they can really heal
sometimes its too much to feel
open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
where were you in this time of need?
where were you?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEBhDVnzG_s
#AnActOfLiberation #Degrowth #TimeForAction #ATimeForLiberation #ATimeForAction #AMatterForAction #AnActOfLiberation #PostColonialism #ResistTheMachine #ResistHeteroPatriarchy
