1. |
Under the Same Sun
03:35
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Last night I dreamed of the floods
Water as far as the eye could see
And you drifting by on a mattress
Waving hi with your red lipstick on
You always did love the weather
Until the one that took your whole house down
Nana says “the storm it took it”
About everything she’s loved and lost and
Can’t seem to find anymore
Since water came walking through the door
Insurance man won’t pay for most
Saying that’s what you get for living by the coast
(chorus)
We didn’t know, we didn’t know is what we’ll say
We thought there was time, still left, time to face the day
How many tried to tell us?
How many storms across the TV screen?
I’ll light a candle for us
Pray we’ve finally taken all we, all we, all we need
Half my family works the pipeline
The other half’s still shipping coal
No man can see past his shadow
Making money off the guts of the earth
When I call you a thief, you call me a liar
The day ends with more fuel to feed the fire
Every night I’m praying for you
When the boats too small, the walls too high
Mercy seems just about run dry
Even if were all a hurricane away
From taking shelter in our neighbors back yard
Sayin' “can you spare me one, can you help me out?”
(music break)
We didn’t know, we didn’t know is what we’ll say
We thought there was time still left, time to face the day
Burning up
Drying out
Under the same sun
Left to figure it out
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2. |
Hurricane Your Lifeline
03:00
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Hurricane Your Lifeline
No capo
VERSE - G - Em - Em - G
The creek is a soil tea,
Brewed by the sun drunk by the trees
In the field the soil is free
Underground it’s just like me
BRIDGE - D - C
Lay your dead hands on me and try to make me sleep
Sick your dogs on me but we're generations deep
CHORUS - G - D - F - C
And I will bleed
Like the syrup from a tree
Like oil from a pipeline underneath the stream
And I will fight
Like a forest full of trees
Hurricane your lifeline, bring you to your knees
VERSE - G - Em - Em - G
Here they come the birds the bees
Bringing round the ol' stampede
We'll run too, and we will scream
We'll build just what we need
BRIDGE - D - C
Lay your dead hands on me and try to make me sleep
Sick your dogs on me but we're generations deep
CHORUS - G - D - F - C
You will run
Like an ice sheet in the sun,
You will fade, like a nightmare into day
And if you rise
Like a phoenix in the sky
You will dream of the voices of the creek that's floating by
INSTRUMENTAL VERSE - G - Em - Em - G
CHORUS - G - D - F - C
And I will bleed
Like the syrup from a tree
Like oil from a pipeline underneath the stream
And I will fight
Like a forest full of trees
Hurricane your lifeline, bring you to your knees
OUTRO - G - Em - Em - G
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3. |
Portrait of a Wolf
03:18
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VERSE
You rip the future
From pages of the past
Trip our tongues
On your broken glass
We can’t afford to swallow your truth no more
A wind is building
Its bigger than you
A wall is nothing
We can’t tear through
The bigger we get
The harder you will fall
CHORUS
Break the damns
Race the sea
Tumble the stones
Inside of me
Strip me down
Know me to the bone
To the wolves
Tumble me home
VERSE
Around the world
There’s men like you
Violent, tyrant, men like you
You’ll build a dam, you’ll kill a man to save your company
But freedom is
A taste of sweet
A lovers face
A chord so deep
You can break me down, but you can’t take that from me
BRIDGE (single chords of chorus)
Portrait of a wolf
Who has found her pack
Run the river down
There’s no turning back
The December moon
We’re together now
Like a river down
There’s no stopping… uuuuuuuuuuuussss
CHORUS
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4. |
What Will We Sow?
04:24
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What Will You Sow
Chords:
Verses: Am - G - F - Em / Am - G - F - C - B/D
Chorus: Am - C - G - G
Lyrics:
Verse:
You were in the kitchen
Shirtless and singing
I couldn't help but listen
(To your) prayers and laughter
You woke up this morning
(To a) new danger sworn in
The sky cracked open
(Raining) prayers and laughter
(You were) standing in the water
(Like a) seed dropped in the garden
Cracking open
What comes after
Chorus:
What will we build?
What will we hold?
The moon is silver
Your words are gold
Sing a seed - the future
Will unfold
When we’re not undoing
What will we sow?
Verse:
I dream of my daughter's
Daughter's daughter
She slips into the waters
To feel her power
She's singing in the kitchen
With lovers and fighters and healers and witches
Cracking open
All their power
(We were) standing in the water
(Like a) seed dropped in the garden
Cracking open
What comes after
Chorus:
What will we build?
What will we hold?
The moon is silver
Your words are gold
Sing a seed - the future
Will unfold
When you're not undoing
What will you sow?
When you're not undoing
What will you sow?
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5. |
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Go on, I will follow you down
Leave a trail of glitter all over town
Pick the lock, break the key
What we want we can make for free
Go on, I will listen to you
Sing along so I can listen to you
All our troubles, the hard things
Start to fade when you
Start to sing
(chorus)
You taught me a good song makes you think, makes you feel and
makes you move
I don't know how to write one for you
It's a language you gave to me
And now it's the only gift I can give to you
To you
Go on, tell me one more time, you said
I'm getting older and no one tells me anymore, you said
You're magic, we all know it,
Anyone that meets you, they know it
Go on, you will make it through this, I said
You been through worse and you will make it through this, I said
But all the magic, the machines
Couldn't keep you here with me
(chorus)
You used to give us your blessing
Like a God that lived closer to home
I can still hear the sound of you
Laughing on the phone
I would pray to you
Even when you were alive
Alive in me
Alive in things
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
Even when I know you're alive everywhere
(even downtown voices carry)
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6. |
Bombs Away
03:25
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Bombs Away
capo 3rd
C - Am - G - Dm
bullet spray
in the club today
i'm so fay
when i kiss my baby
sparks the crazy
and your body hates it
you wanna break me
you wanna take me
bullet spray
in the club today
bullets take
in my blood today
Am - C - G
i've been all night in the bathroom
laying in my fear and my own blood
now you're back in the war room
turning your back on our fight
F - C - G
all my life i need back rooms
lit up bright by the stage lights
get my life on the dance floor
fall in love on the drag night
F - C - G
oh oh oh
C - Am - G - Dm
bombs away
in the world today
i'm so fay
you think you can do it in my name
Am - C - G
i've been all night in the bathroom
laying in my fear and my own blood
now you're back in the war room
turning your back on our fight
F - C - G
all my life i need back rooms
lit up bright by the stage lights
get my life on the dance floor
fall in love on the drag night
F - C - G
oh oh oh
C - Am - G - Dm
bullet spray
in the club today
i'm so fay
when i kiss my baby
sparks the crazy
and your body hates it
you wanna break me
you wanna take me
bullet spray
in the club today
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7. |
Southern Cross
03:17
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Southern Cross
Dm F - Intro
Dm C G F // Dm C G G
I’m looking for someone I can come home to
Looking for someone
Dark hair and tattoo, a face I swore I knew
Nothing left to do
Gm F C F // Gm F C C
I don’t know all there is to know about you,
I just know I want to
You turn on the light in a darkened room
You take my breath, to see you
F C // F C
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Dm C G F // Dm C G G
Go west, I’ll wait for you
Go east, I’ll look for you
When it’s all too much for you
I’ll be the Southern Cross for you
I’ll be the light the light that guides you home
home
Dm C G F // Dm C G G
On the other side of the earth, there’s a cluster of stars
They call the Southern Cross
I headed south, I hitched a ride
And the stranger driving, he offered his thoughts:
Gm F C F // Gm F C C
You’re not a loner
You’re just missing something
Do you know what it is?
I looked out the window
And down the road
I just hoped, one day, I’d know
F C // F C
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Dm C G F // Dm C G G
Go west, I’ll wait for you
Go east, I’ll look for you
When it’s all too much for you
I’ll be the Southern Cross for you
I’ll be the light the light that guides you home
home
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8. |
Muscle for the Money
02:51
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Muscle for the Money
2nd fret capo (G, Am, F, Open)
Crimes been down for over 30 years
But that’s not what the cops are doing here
Bloomberg said the City’s a luxury commodity
Bet your bottom dollar they’re trying to make it be
So the cops are running my town, my town, my town
The cops are running my town it’s a goddamn tragedy
They killed a man for selling cigarettes
They arrest a man for playing his guitar
They arrested Jojo off the corner for collecting cans
They arrest the kids for just being kids
Cuz the cops are running our town, its our town, our town
The cops are running our town see em everywhere we go
(musical break) spoken:
on the street, on the beat, in the station, on the train,
they’re on the bridge, on the block, getting inside your brain
(bridge) D, A, C, G
Climate scientists say there’s no turning back and
Cities are kind of like that cause
Once we lose them we can’t get them back and
Once the people leave, the people leave
(G, Am, F, Open)
You came here from the burbs now the burbs follow you in
Its 7-11, Pizza Hut, IHOP
You grew up watching TV of New York City all your life
You tell me now, it’s the only place you could ever be
So the cops are running your town, its your town, your town
The cops are running your town trying to make you feel alright
Her baby wears a Brooklyn onesie, she reps Crown Heights
There’s Starbucks on the corner and suits getting off the train at night
The New York Times celebrates every Brooklyn brownstone
Sold for a million bucks to a couple from out of town
And the cops are running their town, its their town, their town
The cops are running their town just a muscle for the money
I pass by a bus stop there’s an ad behind the glass
It says “Welcome to New York, the City’s been waiting for you”
It’s signed by Taylor Swift, hash tag such and so
Apparently we’ve been waiting, we just didn’t know
Now the cops are running this town, it’s her town, its their town
The cops are running this town, til they can’t afford to live here
anymore.
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9. |
Exactly Who We Are
03:01
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Somedays, I am butch (oh oh)
Somedays, I am femme
I don’t care what they say
Whether we were born this way, we choose exactly who we are
I don’t care what they say
I will love you every day
When you’re butch and femme
Somedays, I won’t get out of bed (woah oh)
Rivers are drying, people are dying, prisons are trying to make money off of you
I don’t care what they say, whether we were born this we, we choose exactly who we are
I don’t care what they say, I will love you everyday, when you’re falling apart
(Instrumental solo)
Somedays, I am angry and loud (oh oh)
Give me a picket line, a protest song, and a great big crowd
I don’t care what they say, whether we were born this way, we choose exactly who we are
I don’t care what they say, I will love you everyday, when your pen, your bullhorn, your microphone, your soil, your heart, your seeds are in your hand
When your pen, your bullhorn, your microphone, your soil, your heart, your seeds are in your hand!
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I’ll block the bridge you say
You take the highway
We’ll shut the whole shit down
Coast to coast, town by town
We do it for him
And we do it for ourselves too
Her sign says: “the systems not broken
It’s been this way since the beginning”
They’ll do whatever they can
To protect the guilty from the innocent
We know which side we’re on
We know our history
has been long –
Continues on –
(music)
Youth are rising like a song
Mexico to Hong Kong
In Ferguson wisdom speaks:
Any justice must come from the streets
Oh, we dream at night
When oh, we lift our hands, and join the fight
Last night we took the FDR
People got outta their cars
Honked their horns, said “Amen”
So relieved to see it wasn’t just them
Who felt a change must come
We’ve lived under the system’s gun
For too long –
Long –
Now it’s on.
I’ll meet you in the streets
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