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Gumdrop Cadillac
02:20
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i wish i lived in a fantasy world
where the cars, they drove off of gumdrops, yeah
i'd drive a jeep and you'd drive a cadillac
and that's how we'd roll all over town
i'd drive to work, to the gym, to the movies
i'd drive up to the dinner table
i wish i lived in a fantasy world
where the lights were powered by good intentions
they'd work just like fireflies
feedin' off the pollen of summertime
i'd keep the lights on in the hall all night
the children'd never have to be afraid
but that's not the way He wanted it to be
and that's not the way it is
so we have to learn how to live
we have to learn how to live
in this big world
of elevator slaves
and big coal slurry
and poison water
for the poorest of the poor
where your grandmother's bank
funds dozers that roar
and oil wars
where Muslims die
and there's no sidewalks
cuz everybody drives
and triple bypasses
and we wonder why
and double cheesy burgers
and sponsor this child (Lord have mercy!)
we have to learn how to live
we have to learn how to live
in this big world
not of this world
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2. |
Moneditas
03:50
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moneditas de metal
moneditas de cobre
pedacitos de oxido
ni dejara una mancha en
el polvo a que volveran
y por ella van matando
acumulando, juntando, robando
gastando la vida que es unica (gastando la preciosa vida)
cuanto mas van ganando y ganando
y ganando y ganando
y poniendose primero, primera
cuanto mas van perdiendo y perdiendo
y perdiendo y perdiendo
y poniendose ultimo
es un tesoro temporal
para bichos comida
falsa, externa, olvidada
la ambicion que se entierra
buscando vida real
buscando vida eterna
pero cuando empiezara
digo yo que hoydia
English:
Little metal coins
Little copper coins
little pieces of rust
that wont even leave a stain on
the dust to which they will return
and for this they go on killing
acculating, saving, stealing
wasting their one life (wasting their precious life)
the more they go on winning and winning
and making themselves first
the more they go losing and losing
and making themselves last
its a temporal treasure
for the little bugs its food
false, external, forgotten
the ambision that gets burried in the ground
searching for real life
searching for eternal life
but when would that begin?
i say that its today!
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3. |
Time, Time, Time
02:55
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time, time, time, time...
passes as fast as some waitings in line
bristle cone pines and feather come to shine
but when is it time...
the cardinal's trying to find
his mate within the leaves
and i'm sittin', watchin', waitin'
for the day my ship will leave
talkin' about: lets play dead bug
orange, black, and brown
and drying in the sun
or let's listen to the loose leaf dance
stare into the heavens
as if we ever had a chance
and get ready for the leap
cuz soon it will be time
and then we'll sit down
and recite these old rhymes
of when and of time, time, time
there are two people
livin' inside everyone you see
one is busy with the task at hand
the other one tries to see
the relevance of every
thought or action as they breathe
and they put them in the pantry
make a life that they can lead
and as i got to workin'
sometime i cried
sometimes i did sing
and i held what i had afterward
with where i did begin
but these days
i've had a wholeness
beyond time
so why not! we can
let's play dead bug
orange, black, and brown
and drying in the sun
or let's listen to the loose leaf dance
stare into the heavens
as if we ever had a chance
and get ready for the leap
cuz soon it will be time
and then we'll sit down
and recite these old rhymes
of when and of time, time, time
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4. |
Shade of the Most High
07:12
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the knees give out
and i give in
the eyes fill up
and i fill in
i'm not that strong
i'm not that far
we take our breaths
we take our fall
but with a hope like this
we are fearless
and with a love like this
i will not despair
and, i did not deserve this
but there is always more than meets the eye
and i will find my shelter
and i will find my joy and my desire
in the shade of the Most High
my knees on floors
my heaving heart
i am a seed
in damp and dark
with death in me
i come apart
to find new life
to find new eyes
and with a hope like this
we are fearless
and with a love like this
i will not despair
never has such a burden
been so light for the one who bore it
so i lay down my rights
to wisdom
so i might be more like
the wide eyes of a child
and i did not deserve this
but there is always more than meets the eye
and i will find my shelter
and i will find my joy and my desire
in the shade of the Most High
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5. |
What Father Among You
04:40
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Luke 11: 9-13 New Jerusalem Bible
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Ears to the Ground Family is a minimal, totally acoustic group with guitar, hand percussion, and banjo. They have a serious focus on lyrical content and sometimes achieve a body-shivering vocal harmony. They make music of resistance to oppression and empire, of communities of hope, and of a faith that sustains us. Our tunes draw from R&B, spiritual, soul, folk/americana, chant, hip-hop, and jazz. ... more
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