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Hedge Your Bets
04:56
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Turn a blind eye to the sight.
‘Cause our greed
Only feeds their plight.
Hungry children cry all night
As they beg for us to make it right.
Backed in a corner forced to fight
With a will to build a better life.
We’ve got to make it right.
Just show them the light.
They’ve taken the long way ‘round
Just to hear you say,
You’d better hedge your bets tonight.
They’re left with a wondering sound
As you walked away.
Don’t ever hedge your bets tonight.
Build a wall with bricks of fright.
Build it tall to block the light.
They wander wastelands
Through the night
To grab hold of a better life
With dignity and rights.
We’ve got to make it right.
We’ve left them by the wayside.
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20 Grand
02:57
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Drawing breath in subjective sighs.
It’s a painstaking promise in prime time.
Nothing’s lost when losing’s the prize
As you part it out, parcels of whole lives.
Feeding designs, swallow them whole.
And I’m a part of this.
If hope’s to survive this lapse of control,
I’m a part of this.
Taking stock of all that’s been bought
And been sold
As you ration off rationale, then fold.
Lashing out at frustration’s hold.
It’s a bludgeoning. Blood has run so cold.
Stuttered lines so twisted and poor
With a bullshit truth, bulletproof. Twice more.
You take page from neocon lore.
Send your twenty-grand to foreign lands
For your rage.
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Out of Sight
01:58
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Coffins swerve and sway. Caged up every minute, everyday.
It ain’t worth the prize, the inching march to die
As you line up for the rest of your lives.
I’m not here to say. But I’m not here to lie to your face.
To feel what it’s like, kickstart your bike.
And ride it to the end of your life.
Leaving here today. The miles rush away. Out of sight.
Take one final ride.Twist that grip and fly
Just like you bought it. Broke it. Built it. Stole it.
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Cova San Jose, California
Music is neither a contest, nor an auction.
That one thought is what has kept
these musicians together through several incarnations: Soda, Outline, Black Chords.
Over the years, they’ve seen it all--good, bad, indifferent--all the while never letting it taint their reason for being: music.
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