There is blood on my white hands that goes way back before me
There is blood on my white hands for silence up in front of me
Blood on my hands for the fear that chose complicity
In the name of comfort
bloody are my hands
There is blood on my white hands
Part of a wider toxicity
And I need healing too, as I can see I did this all to me
myself and yourself too I stole the land you shared for free
in the name of freedom
bloody are my hands.
in the street, the court the pulpit
In the prison, in the classroom, kitchen,
in my home, the subdivisions
In the chambers, In the hill and in the high and In the low,
in the walls we burn and Bridges we throw
Your liberation
is my liberation
Hope is not a feeling.
Hope is not a feeling
Hope is not a feeling
Build a wall and burn a bridge
build a bridge and burn a wall
build a wall and burn a bridge
build a bridge and burn a wall
first the grave and then the womb
first the grave and then the womb
first the grave and then the womb
Tirelessly I’ll fight for you
Tirelessly I’ll fight with you
Hard-edged alt-country that draws on the pinwheeling melodies of bluegrass and classic folk, bolstering them with pounding rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 4, 2020