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silenced
03:26
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if somehow we've been silenced
told to mend along
worn out by the noise they make
with money how they dazzle with their song
and if they have a purpose, Lord
I'll share it with you now
a quiet room is sparkling clear
their message well received and you're cut off
Lord in this silence don't hear no noise of good nor evil
Lord God can't take it rising fever's gonna' break me
but if we came together, love
to sound out our souls
the danger in our numbers, boy
like fire born of grey and dusty coals
'til then we dig to bury
everything we love
in pursuit of dreams they made up
mother, father, wake me- I need God
if we sing softly Lord we'll cry so loud
we've been silenced
[gotta' gun, bam bam]
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tea
03:34
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now whether your bars are made of iron
or your bars are made of gold
you're still locked up in this prison, boy
a young man now grown old
made tired by the wanting of
what could not be had
and the selling off of everything
that would've made you glad
so glad
and the poor among us thriving
made holy by their cries
and there's freedom in their nothing
there's light within their eyes
where only darkness remains
in the hearts of those who strive
with might and main
to stake their claim
in this fool's paradise
if somebody
body
weren't somebody
body
that you knew at all
would you build him up?
would you tear him down?
catch him when he falls?
or would you light the stove
set the pot
please make sure that water's hot for tea
because your secret
your secret
your secret's safe with me
with every buck you lay the mortar
and every coin you lay the brick
and so you build an ivory tower
to contain a heart that's sick
with fear that maybe someday
it'll all come crumbling down
and they'll find you were a hypocrite
when they come gathering round
[now you’re sippin'- take it easy- 'atta boy now- o you let it all out]
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time
02:33
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incidental fixes
have fouled up our wishes
O we gave up working hard
for easy and delicious
a whole lot of energy
gone away we wait and see
we're looking for a reason
to stay upright and on our feet
God provides the pages
the ink and blood of ages
on a disappointing chapter
we go and ask the sages
they say
O Lord you gonna' make up time
make up time as if you gonna' die
give up it's everything we've got and
no more it's all that we can give and
we'll die it was not enough
we'll cry for time
time
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sansfife Long Beach, California
Drum and voice represent the traditional gathering sounds, the bounce and cry heard throughout every age and every place. In
acknowledging the primal resonance of drum and voice, we reclaim song. We reinvest humanity with the capacity to celebrate and lament in community.
And if, as sansfife, we create, it is only by way of suggestion or inspiration. And it is also because we cannot do otherwise.
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