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What Shall We Do
04:33
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And what shall we do when the waters rise
But fall down on our knees
And place thy face beneath the waves
And pray, too late, for peace
And what shall we do when the ocean roars
And washes up its dead
But wretch and gag there on the floor
Amidst the plastic bags
And what shall we do when the ocean stills
a-swill with floating fish
But cover our eyes and mouthes and ears
And make some useless wish
And what shall we do when the forests burn
But watch it on TV
Sit down, keep calm, and carry on
Till the skies can hardly breath
And what shall we do when all the shelves
Are empty, quiet and strange
And hungry mouths walk north and south
With no more words to say
And what shall we do when the soldiers march
And take whatever is left
Will you fight and die or run and hide
or sit and stare and shake
And then shall the earth sit languageless
For a silent million years
To heal from all our power achieved
In a few generations of greed.
And what shall you do when the forests burn
But watch it on TV
Sit down, keep calm, and carry on
Till the skies can hardly breath
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Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around
Turn me around
Turn me around
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around
Keep on walking
Keep on talking
Marching on for greener lands
Ain't gonna let no government turn me around
Turn me around
Turn me around
Ain't gonna let no government turn me around
Keep on walking
Keep on talking
Marching on for greener lands
Ain't gonna let no corporation turn me around
Turn me around
Turn me around
Ain't gonna let no corporation turn me around
Keep on walking
Keep on talking
Marching on for greener lands
Ain't gonna let no Johnson turn me around
Turn me around
Turn me around
Ain't gonna let no Johnson turn me around
Keep on walking
Keep on talking
Marching on for greener lands
Ain't gonna let no jailhouse turn me around
Turn me around
Turn me around
Ain't gonna let no jailhouse turn me around
Keep on walking
Keep on talking
Marching on for greener lands
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3. |
Rebel for Life
05:05
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Wake up all ye sleepers
in this thy troubled day
Wake up all ye sleepers
and answer the prayers you’ve prayed
Wake up all ye powers
From your luxurious seats
Wake up all ye powers
Unmake this wicked machine
Arise & shine ye rebels
In this, our deepest night
And break your vows to the wicked powers
Rebel all ye for life
Stand up all ye workers
In love and grief and rage
Stand up all ye workers
These lands are being unmade
Stand up all ye wanderers
You’ve laid your head on stone
And you bereaving refugees
This earth is yet your home
Rise up all ye mothers
Who for your children fight
Rise up all ye fathers
Rebel all ye for life
Rise up all you women
Your voices to be heard
And bullish powers no longer
Talk over your all your words
Be strong all ye children
And raise your empty hands
Take back your stolen futures
Upon these hurting lands
Be strong all ye lovers
In love ye with All Things
If in grief and rage your love may save
A little of all that you see
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David Benjamin Blower Birmingham, UK
David Benjamin Blower: 6-string writer, poet, theologian and podcaster from Birmingham in the UK.
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