You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
You were twelve years old
Just the other day...
Hate recreated a revelation
Uh listen to me I'll tell you I'm about to run
In a tent on the caravan road
You’ll find those things you thought were gone
Bartered for jasmine and silk
And furs of frozen mastodons
Love never comes or goes
Feelings never really show
What will become of us?
No one really knows
She’s back in a little while
Trying to make me smile
I’m lost in the dark
Walking lonely miles
Seems how the years go by
No need to wonder why
Never had a chance to think
It’s all over now…
Memories were wearing thin
I never wore a grin
I guess I just forgot
All had gone to rot
40 hours, what do I live for?
A trailer and a weekend somewhere
Just to be happy and free from doubt
Situations that we can share
I know you know what we all want
A life of leisure, it's not too much
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
Long as my two hands are fit to use
I still have a flame gun for the cute ones, to burn out all your tricks...
And he'd ride down on a great white horse he'd bring me love I was longing for
He'd bring me joy and lasting peace on a great white horse
And I know that in the cold light
There's a very big man leading us into Temptation
Singing dumb-di-de-dumb-dumb-dumb-di-de-dum
I won’t be an old man in Singapore playing scrabble and eating petits-fours
I want to be wicked, Utterly wicked, Wicked like the Triplets from Belleville
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous Marathon dancing doop dee doop
Vaudou Cancan balais taboo Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
Techo, tierra, pan, educación
Salud, libertad
Democracia, independencia
La piel del jaguar que adornaba
El suelo, hoy es noble armadura
De mi pueblo
Como un feroz guerrero
Defendiendo la tierra, Zapata vive
Y sigue en pie de guerra
Solo un puñado de hombres
Dispuestos a morirse
Por continuar la revolución
A defender la dignidad gritando fuerte
Tierra y Libertad
No pasarán de este lugar
La resistencia ni un paso atrás
A defender la dignidad gritando fuerte
Tierra y Libertad
My father, his family
Struggled through history
Maintaining their sanity
Wrapped in chains, and in prosperity
And my sons who may be the last
Will excend the standards of the working man
And tear down the barrier
That separates the caste
-The Minutemen
"One of the problems with the idea of addiction is that it is used far too widely and far too loosely, in that it also leaves out the politics. It leaves out the political situation. There are things that are not addictions but that are brainwashing and I think is very important to know the difference."
-Sonia Johnson
The first song is by Mari Boine, a Norwegian Sami musician who puts a modern spin on the Yoiks of her native Sami people who live in the Northern parts of Norway, Sweden, Finland and Russia. Yoiks are a traditional form of song in Sami music.
The second song is Tuvan Internationale by Huun Huur Tu who are throat singers from the Republic of Tuva which is located in the geographic center of Asia.
The third song is by a band from McMinnville Oregon, where I used to live, called Insofar.
