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Life + 70
02:43
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Up in New York City there’s a building standing high / where the Richmond Organization operates from 9 to 5 / and they make all of their fortune off of songs they didn’t write / that should belong to you and, to you and I
Back when Woody Guthrie roamed these United States / he wrote songs for folks to share and sing and brighten up their days / and now all of those songs belong to people he would hate / they should belong to you and, to you and I
If you buy a record / you’ll see a notice / from some company / that says they own this / but they didn’t write it / they didn’t do nothing / that song was made for you and me
There was a man named Howie Richmond born in 1918 / who got the rights to all that music ‘cause he knew the industry / 100 years have passed, his company’s raking in the green / off you and I, you and I, you and I
And I’d like to say the music business has slowly changed with time / but I met with an A&R rep that saw me play one night / he said “we’ll split it 60/40 and we’ll keep all the rights” / I drove away, and kept on singing for you and I
If you buy a record / you’ll see a notice / from some company / that says they own this / but they didn’t write it / they didn’t do nothing / that song was made for you and me
This song is your song / this song is my song / but when I die, it won’t belong to no one / so don’t let some label / say you gotta pay em / this song was made for you and me
To the folks at Ludlow Music, to you I kindly write / surrender all the folk songs that you’ve been sucking dry / Lest there be a second Ludlow Massacre tonight / it will be led by you and I, you and I
Lest there be a second Ludlow Massacre tonight / it will be led by you and I, you and I
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Hang Me High
03:24
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Been away for most of a year and / it's time to find a place to land / plant a flag on the highest mountain / untouched by human hands / it's written by the gods that this ground was always ours to claim / and if your god says different, you're in our way /
I think I need a minute to breathe / and laugh for the first time since / I was on the right path / all those years ago / I think I need a weekend to drink, and / cry about the good times / and burn all of the books / from the place I used to know / my home is dead, long live my home
So I learn to till the earth, and / count the days upon the wall / and the starless nights I wonder / why I left my home at all / and on nights like that, I read the scriptures that say it's meant to be / that this fertile ground was made for me
I think I need a minute to breathe / and laugh for the first time since / I was on the right path / all those years ago / I think I need a weekend to drink, and / cry about the good times / and burn all of the books / from the place I used to know / my home is dead, long live my home
Hang me high from an old oak tree / it's better than this misery / burn the land and boil the sea / but you can't take these chords from me
You better be waiting
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Deadletter - Pledge
03:00
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Do you see men dying/ While we pledge allegiance, a night horrifying/ A tidal wave's gonna crest/ One nation under arrest
Burn at the altar of our innocence/ Still like the night inside our eyes
Hey it might not be okay/ There's only so much time we can afford to waste/ I don't wanna burn like a bonfire and fade away
I heard a voice off in the distance/ We have a choice: death or resistance/ I promise you I won't let the fear show/ And I pledge to never let you go
Never once have we gotten far by following the rules/ Won't learn a lesson if we just heed the words of fools
We are the hemlock they swallow/ We are the cracks in the facade/ We are the ones who won't follow/ We are the faithful and we are the god
There's only one place that this road will end/ I let my guard down but never again/ I'll never trust in a liar dressed up as a friend/ I let my guard down but never again/ Never again/ Never
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Raindrops on the skin/ A man fallen from grace/ Glad your here to watch me leave this place/ Don't waste time trying to cauterize the wound/ I would rather die beneath the moon
So let me go/ You've lived with the dead for far too long/ I hope you know/ I'll come home to you when heaven's gone
The lights flicker above the quiet city street/ easy when it comes to fall asleep/ So let me light the way/Why can't you see it's me that's burning?/ I'm barely standing here/ it's all too clear there's no returning
Why are you trying so hard to pretend?/ I know you're crying but death too will end
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