I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but I read blogs by scientists And I believe they know, more than we are being told By the mainstream media sources who want the truth to hold it's horses so there isn't mass hysteria as the sea floor erodes
And those in and on the ocean all say hey what's this commotion and they try to get away but they are moving in slow motion because their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly they say I don't want to die It's all your fault I wasn't ready
I'm so sorry and I'm scared and sad and mad and unprepared to see the stuff that's in the sea evaporate into the air where it will gather and form clouds that travel north upon the wind and drop their cool refreshing poison raindrops on our crops and children
on our crops and children.
So this may be the end I've always thought the end of man would be exactly what we need for the earth to stand a chance And I always thought I would be fine If this happened if my lifetime But now that I'm a mother it seems much more terrifying
And I've always identified with a turtle's soft insides Because there are times when I really need to hide But even the strongest, hardest, thickest shell is not designed to survive, to survive, to survive
Something of this magnitude
Because water is fluid and oil is crude
And it billows way down deep and it sticks to grains of sand And it floats upon the surface where the birds all try to land And the marshes are all ruined and ecosystems destroyed And the people all along the Gulf Coast are now unemployed
While the men who cut the corners still scream DRILL, DRILL, DRILL from their yachts so far away and their mansions on the hill And they turn away the cameras and scream KILL, KILL, KILL As they light endangered sea turtles on fire
They light turtles on fire (I'm on fire)
Because the seas are all connected, And we are all connected And you are in denial if you think you won't be affected You can't hide behind your flag because water knows no border It will creep in every crack and seep in every pore
They lie about the numbers the solutions are illusions But no cover up can hide this huge of a contusion On the face of our mother, that's right, mother earth Is the cost of every living thing what your product is worth?
Well, we are all afflicted with an underground addiction will our desire for convenience be the cause of our extinction? And the industry's the master and we are all the slaves And we're DRIVING, DRIVING, DRIVING to our GRAVES, GRAVES, GRAVES
We must teach our kids to love themselves and let them live their lives What will they be if they grow up? Whatever they like. It's crucial to raise children who don't do what they're told Who will fight for what's right and who can't be bought or sold
I want nothing of this business I am staying underground And I'm gonna ride the railroad and let my guard down We can forage, and ride bikes, and jump in lakes, and go on hikes We can sing and sing for hours and click LIKE, LIKE, LIKE
When somebody posts something good we share and spread the truth It's time to define what success means to you I hope my kid will never be another cog in their machine Trapped inside a box trying to remember her dreams
They will sell us all out for their GREED, GREED, GREED As we cry for the earth as she BLEEDS, BLEEDS, BLEEDS
So hold on to your loved ones, yeah, hold on for dear life Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light Hold on to your loved ones, hold on for dear life Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
Footprints that are light.
I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but I read blogs by scientists And I believe they know, more than we are being told By the mainstream media sources who want the truth to hold it's horses so there isn't mass hysteria as the sea floor erodes
And those in and on the ocean all say hey what's this commotion and they try to get away but they are moving in slow motion because their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly they say I don't want to die It's all your fault I wasn't ready
so if you are wondering why I haven't reviewed yr record yet...two years ago I quit the band I was playing drums in...deciding, once again, that playing drums is not an end-in-itself for me...then spider and the webs went on a semi-official hiatus and I decided not to start any new groups until I prioritized some shit...one thing I wanted to do is stop playing in bars...and stop going to bars...which led to not hanging out with people who spend a lot of time hanging out in bars...so I did that...and I'm still doing that I guess...but it sorta meant I stopped playing music for awhile...and then I stopped going to shows...I haven't played a show in almost a year and a half, which might be some kind of personal record for me...when I'm not in a group or when I'm in a group that is not playing out I really don't enjoy going to shows...I get bored and I start to hate all the groups...by nature I'm critical and I enjoy and value criticism...but this is different...so I've been doing other things for awhile...I still play guitar on friday nights, but I'm not in a group, I'm not playing shows...I'm gonna start working on it more over the summer and I think that will mean I'll be more receptive to what other people are doing musically...really the only music I feel passionate about right now is a box of reggae records we got in columbus, ohio over memorial day weekend and the dum dum girls. ok, I listen to dexy's midnight runners a lot at the gym...like every day...and there are a few bands I'm curious about and a few other records I've been listening to here and there...hopefully i'll have something to say about this all later...and thanks to everyone who has sent me stuff to review...I'm gonna start listening to it next week for reals, to go along with my summer regimen of playing guitar every day for three months no matter what.
in the meantime here are a few songs that are sounding pretty good right now:
The song reminds me of being 16 in 1986...hanging out at K, listening to underground pop records from Scotland, New Zealand, London and the Mid-West and imagining that there must be girls to start a band with, somewhere in this world. The video itself is mind-bogglingly beautiful. Like if Derek Jarman created a moving painting of The Ronettes...the Exploding Plastic Inevitable on a West Coast beach...the hot sun of an Australian tour shining through strands of hair...make up as face paint, washed-out photo booth features, ghostly magical creatures. Echoes of Marianne Faithful, Moe Tucker and The Shop Assistants. The feeling of sand between your toes through your stockings...where is your next show?! Dancing and singing while someone is trying to get you to stand still and GET YOUR PICTURE TAKEN! What it feels like to be a young girl in the world...the joy, the sorrows...this is that sound. Yes, I love this group!