:: Mon arbre ::

:: Tuesday, April 03, 2007 ::

Par Gaia Consort:

Change the Way Things Are

Down in the dark, in the boiler room of plenty
We stoke the banker's fires
Soaked in the sweat of the working four and twenty
Each day until the pyre
Oh but don't you Dream of the day when the watchword is “deliverance”
and we finally take what's ours.

You can believe in magic, you can believe in fancies
Call it a “higher love” but people gotta change the way things are

What will they do oh to stem the mighty anger
When we wake the teeming hoard
Keep us asleep while the soothing tones of angels
Sing “Wait for your reward”
We don't hear them Here in the world while we feed the hungry turbines
We're pounding out our swords

You can believe in magic, you can believe in fancies
Call it a “higher love” but people gotta change the way things are

No More Gods and no more masters, burn the bodies and scatter the ashes

Make no mistake there are those who would deny us
Them that own the tools
Dare you believe that liberation will just find us
And a crumb will fall to you?
No, we take it! And when we hear “Give it back and trust our kindness.”
Let us not be fools.

You can believe in magic, you can believe in fancies
Call on a “higher love” but people gotta change the way things are

People gonna change the way things are..

10/15/03

:: 9:37 AM ::