Rachel Kilgour's song "In America" from her January 2019 EP release "Game Changer" is a stirring multi-subject protest song.
"One by one we fall in line
To reach for the precious prize
To the promised land singing yes we can
Stomachs bigger than our eyes
It's yelled out loud and it's murmured low
There's a chance for you and me
To have all we dreamed and even more it seems
That's the curse of liberty
Welcome to America: the land of the rich and free
Where hard work gets rewarded
And the money grows on trees
Well it's rags to riches baby
That's our story and we're sticking to it
If you don't make it big
You can't claim the game was rigged
'Cause in America
You manifest your own destiny
So stack the deck and deal a hand
And if your daddy's rich
Every card you hold will be turned to gold
For a white man and his tricks
And you'll stop to think as you comb your hair
And straighten out your tie
How the bottom few could be privileged too
If they'd buckle down and try
Welcome to America the land of the rich and free
Where hard work gets rewarded
And the money grows on trees
Well it's rags to riches baby
That's our story and we're sticking to it
If you don't make it big
You can't claim the game was rigged
'Cause in America
You manifest your own destiny
In America
They say the rest is history
Tunnel vision makes you stronger
Narcissism is the way to get ahead
Don't you ever stop to wonder
About the ones you had to pay to make your bed
Ninety-nine we fall behind
While one fool takes the prize
But we won't stay down forever
See it twitching in our eyes
A revolution is on its way
And there's no way to hide
All the earnings that you've stolen
All your greed and all your pride
Welcome to America
The land of the filthy free
Where hard work gets you no where
And the money is diseased
Well, rags to riches baby
That's a tall tale, but we're sticking to it
'Cause if you make it big
And even if the game was rigged
In America
You manifest your own destiny
In America
They say the rest is history"
Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Garnet Rogers' "Summer End (1)" song and lyrics
Garnet Rogers covers an element few ever explore with some of the lyrics in his song "Summer End (1): that being the adage that we are never given more than we can handle in this life. While comforting, I'm in Rogers' camp. The evidence is overwhelming.
What a gentle expression throughout, even in disagreement, from Rogers.
"This night is still and quiet
Summer's almost past.
There's a cricket with a socket wrench
In the dry and dusty grass.
Above our heads a breath of wind
Is rattling the leaves.
The last swallows of the season
Have fled their nests beneath the eaves.
And you and I we sit together
In the dark beneath the trees.
I move my chair close to yours
As we sit and drink our tea.
We talk together in the quiet
And try to reckon up the cost.
And bind our wounds and count the scars
From all that we have lost.
And the days they hurry by.
Running on together.
Until you can't recall a time before sorrow touched your heart
And left its mark on you forever.
So maybe somewhere precious rain falls
On a parched and barren earth
Maybe somewhere in a house filled with love
There's a mother giving birth.
A small child's fever breaks.
Parents breathe a prayer and sigh.
And a soul somewhere in deep despair
Lifts his eyes unto the sky.
And I look to the heavens
And I stare into the black
And I laugh at those who say God shapes the load to fit your back.
There's no Golden Throne beyond the Veil.
No angel choirs above.
And Hell is just outliving everyone you've known and loved.
And all of those who we have loved and lost from near and far
They've left us here to carry on
Beneath cold indifferent stars.
And the days they hurry by...
And so for now we muddle on.
I guess that is the way.
And try to look a little further down the road
And not just day to day
I know you'll look out for me
As I look out for you.
And we'll live in hope for better days.
It's the best that we can do.
And the days..."
What a gentle expression throughout, even in disagreement, from Rogers.
"This night is still and quiet
Summer's almost past.
There's a cricket with a socket wrench
In the dry and dusty grass.
Above our heads a breath of wind
Is rattling the leaves.
The last swallows of the season
Have fled their nests beneath the eaves.
And you and I we sit together
In the dark beneath the trees.
I move my chair close to yours
As we sit and drink our tea.
We talk together in the quiet
And try to reckon up the cost.
And bind our wounds and count the scars
From all that we have lost.
And the days they hurry by.
Running on together.
Until you can't recall a time before sorrow touched your heart
And left its mark on you forever.
So maybe somewhere precious rain falls
On a parched and barren earth
Maybe somewhere in a house filled with love
There's a mother giving birth.
A small child's fever breaks.
Parents breathe a prayer and sigh.
And a soul somewhere in deep despair
Lifts his eyes unto the sky.
And I look to the heavens
And I stare into the black
And I laugh at those who say God shapes the load to fit your back.
There's no Golden Throne beyond the Veil.
No angel choirs above.
And Hell is just outliving everyone you've known and loved.
And all of those who we have loved and lost from near and far
They've left us here to carry on
Beneath cold indifferent stars.
And the days they hurry by...
And so for now we muddle on.
I guess that is the way.
And try to look a little further down the road
And not just day to day
I know you'll look out for me
As I look out for you.
And we'll live in hope for better days.
It's the best that we can do.
And the days..."
Friday, September 20, 2019
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