Writings

America

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It is the eve of election day and tonight is intense going over the idea of how things might be after tomorrow. When this song came across my feed it really hit close to home for me. The words resonate to the highest with what I have been feeling lately. Maybe it will touch base with someone else. If you have been really frustrated with the current campaign, please do not lose hope and stay home. It is your right and your vote counts. Please vote! Take a listen to this new song ‘America’ by Airborne Toxic Event.

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Published on Oct 24, 2016
“America”

in America you’re born with a silver spoon or in the back of the bus by the light of the moon
and when you die they say “it’ll all be changing soon
and you’ll be free, you’ll be free, you’ll be free.”

it was 200 years of war that lit that freedom torch. went from southhampton fields up to the white house porch
and they’re still shooting all the kids for trying to break that yoke,
how can you breathe? how can you breathe? how can you breathe?

they gave a fortune away to some wall street bank like a treasure was sunk on a ship already sank
and they’re still standing on the deck trying to get us to walk the plank,
while they’re lost at sea, lost at sea, lost at sea.

but i never had more than ten dollars to my name and i’ve been told my whole life “boy you got to hide your shame”
for being born like a match set afire by the flame,
but i will burn free, i will burn free, I will burn free.

when i look all around, i wonder where they’ve gone. all the people that I loved reduced to memories in a song
i can hear them trying to remind me just remember right from wrong,
because we fought for thee, we fought for thee, we fought for thee.

but i see hatred in the eyes of all these people running scared, like the world’s been taken by someone who finally dared,
to just stand up and say we’re staying, we’re not going anywhere
and we will be free, we will be free, we will be free.

in America you’re born with a silver spoon or in the back of the bus by the light of the moon
and when you die they say, “it’ll all be changing soon
and you’ll be free, you’ll be free, you’ll be free.”

so i wonder which was the lie, the past in it’s glory or the promise of a future you and i may never see,
‘cause the reasons i been given sound like bullshit to me,
we’ll wait and see, wait and see, wait and see.

now America i know i’m not your favorite son but i did my time and i’m not hurting anyone
i’m just tired of living at the point of a gun,
when will you see, when will you see, when will you see?

when you say we’re “free”

you don’t mean me. you don’t mean me.

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