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Took a real long walk today
To see if my trouble would go away
And they did
At least a couple anyway
Saw some sights and I smelled some smells
That reminded me of just how well things are going
It really ain’t that bad
Painted lines on an endless road
And I wondered just how far it’ll go
And I looked to the sky and wished that I could fly
How many miles you think I’ll go
Well that’s something that nobody knows
And how many turns are up ahead
As each car would pass I’d go
And I’d get in the grass on the side of the road
‘Cause I bet - It’s not over for me yet
Walked as far as I’d never before
And my feet grew tired and my knees were sore
I had to stop and stretch
So I could walk some more
With each step the fog in my mind
Would clear away just a little at a time
And the knots in the string
Started to unwind
Painted lines on an endless road
And I wondered just how far it’ll go
And I looked to the sky and wished that I could fly
How many miles you think I’ll go
Well that’s something that nobody knows
And how many turns are up ahead
As each car would pass I’d go
And I’d get in the grass on the side of the road
‘Cause I bet - It’s not over for me yet
You never know when you’re thrown into this
Just what kind of road you’ll get
That you’ll be walkin’ on each day
Maybe a car will give you a ride
And you’ll think that you can fly
But each road has curves in a different place
Painted lines on an endless road
And I wondered just how far it’ll go
And I looked to the sky and wished that I could fly
How many miles you think I’ll go
Well that’s something that nobody knows
And how many turns are up ahead
As each car would pass I’d go
And I’d get in the grass on the side of the road
‘Cause I bet - It’s not over for me yet
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To my brothers
I'm sorry for the way the others
treated you
To my sisters
I'm sorry for the things the misters
did to you
To the mothers
crying over bodies of brothers
too many times
To the fathers
sentenced to die without bother
of committed crime
It's a ticking bomb
and it's about to go off
To my brothers
know that I and many others
have got your back
To my sisters
stay strong and proud, loud resistors
of their attacks
To the mothers
I pray you no longer have to tell brothers
how to not get shot
To the fathers
leaders of your people, time-tested armor
you're all we got
It's a ticking bomb
and it's about to go off
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3. |
AG Y'all - Not Over Yet!
04:01
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Bar all the windows and lock all the doors
Turn out the lights, they’re coming out in force
Can’t let it go, crosses burning in the back
It’s not your fault, got caught breathing being black
It's not like we've never been round here before
Strange fruit and iron smells like southern de la cour
Hanging on the branches of the trees covered in gore
George Stinney Jr. and around a million more
Bar all the windows and lock all the doors
Turn out the lights, they’re coming out in force
Can’t let it go, crosses burning in the back
It’s not your fault, got caught breathing being black
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5. |
Doug Davis - Flares
03:19
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Couldn’t stop the rain tonight
It’s different in the county
I couldn’t see the mess I made
She hung her tears to dry
But it’s not over yet
There’s always deeper still
Wouldn’t place that bet
The flags up on the hill
But she will come and go
lights the flares and
Leaves the days aglow
She’s the seeds they sow
And you will lay your pride
On the altar again
Always someone dreaming of
The bottom of the quarry
The night I drove from Carrboro
The storms up from the south
But it’s not over yet
There’s always deeper still
Wouldn’t place that bet
The flags up on the hill
But she will come and go
lights the flares and
Leaves the days aglow
She’s the seeds they sow
And you will lay your pride
On the altar again
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I’m living in a dream
Somewhere in between reality
And the unforeseen
Then you said to that it was over
But then it wasn’t over
And that I better leave the scene
then I found myself on the floor
swallowed by the crowd
Underneath the sky
Above the solid ground
I can’t believe your words
Telling me to cover up but I know your not being true
you opened up my eyes and then I realized
People everywhere with nothing to do
Everybody running round
and climbing up a hill
They think the walls are falling down
While we pretend their standing still
I was walking in a haze
I was Heading up the street
And down the avenue
and I said I really couldn’t stay
Then I ran out the door Looking out for you
I then I found myself on the floor
swallowed by the crowd
Underneath the sky
Above the solid ground
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v1:
You can try to go underground
Disappear for the moment
It's your life, so own it // it's your life
-----
Go ahead and make your sound
Even out of habit
It's your day, so grab it // this time
ch:
And it all comes down to the wire
v2:
You thought about giving more
Let the world know
Beg, steal, or borrow // once again
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So what's worth living for
Love or money
Milk & honey // for the win
ch:
And it all comes down to the wire
It all comes down to the fire inside
The engine hums and stars collide for you
v3:
Even though the day is dark
It's not yet over
You could duck & cover // or not
-----
You might feel you're marked
With the sign of sorrow
You can't wait 'til tomorrow // so you thought
ch:
And it all comes down to the wire
It all comes down to the fire inside
The engine hums and stars collide for you
br:
It feels like it's over // It feels like it's over
It feels like it's over // It feels like it's over
But it's not over
-- solo --
ch:
And it all comes down to the wire
It all comes down to the fire inside
The engine hums and stars collide for you
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8. |
George Smith - Over Now
05:04
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Elementary 80’s led me to believe
That all this black and white was through
On our way to utopia, idealistic truth
It feels like it’s over, but it’s not over
Seeing space between the lines especially
a few years later as I opened up my eyes
Slips of tongues I learned to recognize
It feels like it’s over, but it’s not over
Cracking books to try to make some ends
Exposing roots like Stranger Things
From the back woods to the top of the chain
It feels like it’s over, but it’s not over
Years of all the dirt under the rug
Except the most openly obscene
Came spewing from the bottle around 2016
It feels like it’s over, but it’s not over
Social texts on platforms like the auctioneer
Gas on the fire, honey, sweetie
It seems like genie wants only to be free
It feels like it’s over, but it’s not over
Blazing friendship takes the captain down
Flames erupt faster than water puts it out
Master with the keys feeding them clout
It feels like it’s over, but it’s not over
Chances thrown before the train to realign
Shed light instead, the trench is deep and wide
String-attached bridges start to unwind
It feels like it’s over, but it’s not over
Revolution follows the crimes
Restitution for the times
Resolution comes when we decide
That it’s over, it feels like it’s over
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