This song was inspired by the all those who have immigrated to the USA… those that have passed through Ellis Island… and… anyone who has been forced to an island before becoming a citizen. A similar tragedy is happening right now in Australia at Christmas Island. Hmmmm… Christmas Island… an ironic name of a place to send misfit refugees?
LYRICS
Rape, pilfer and plunder
What a tragedy
Is it any wonder
There’s only yesterday
As far as the eye (I) can see
Yes, it’s time to move on
I do believe you’re beatin’
That dead horse to death
Yes, it’s time to move on
I do believe you’ve eatin’
To the entrails through the flesh
Scrape, litter and squander
What a tragedy
Is it any wonder
No more tomorrow
For you or me
I wish we were apt to adapt
Waste our waste
Trash our trash
Smash our thrash
LYRICS
Strapped into our car seats
We roll down our windows
Wave and give thumbs up
We stretch out of our strollers
Spin our head like an owl
Hoot. Scream. Let out a howl!
We’re the preschool of rock
We love our beats
We’re the preschool of rock
Feel free. Tap your feet.
We’re the preschool of rock
What a musical treat
We’re the preschool of rock
Sweet for our ears to eat
We’re the preschool of rock
Let’s turn up the heat
We’re the preschool of rock
So happy to meet
We’re the preschool of rock
Let’s rock the block
We’re the preschool of rock
LYRICS
Why not just say who you are
Is it really, really that hared?
Yes, once you go back that far
It becomes harder to find the word
A father’s daughter
Becomes the Maiden of St. Peter
Why they called her Dodo I don’t know
It really is that hard to say who you are
A piece from here. A piece from there.
Making up something unique
Is being unique to be a freak?
Why not just say who you are?
Have you ever even given thought
As in what you are not?
Are you really, really that far…?
I whisper to myself these thoughts
And, how it applies to the have’s and the have not’s
ABOUT THE SONG
Capo 1 Am / C add pinky to the 6th string 4th fret
Written on the boulders of Saint Peter’s Village in Pennsylvania. They say the giant boulders were pushed the furthest south by a proceeding glacier during the ice age. If you look through a birds-eye-view, you can see rocks that resemble huge dinosaur pieces.
In the spirit of the movement, the Occupy Philly Music Committee held their meeting at Philadelphia City Hall. Meetings are open to the public. All are welcome.
Music written in West Chester and Philadelphia.
Lyrics written at 2nd and Chestnut Streets, Old City, Philadelphia while I sat against the “Corn Exchange Bank”. The chorus came about when a man that appeared to be homeless approached me… and gave me a dollar.
E E
E C7 E
E E E E
C7 E
Am C C7
Free is
What free does
What free is was
Freedom
’til then
Holler with you dollar
Let your goodness
Grace us
With
Goodness gracious
LYRICS by Daniel
I’d better be careful
Of what I wish for
Or all my dreams
Might come true
Oh, no. My wish is this prophecy
No one’s eyes would ever see
You’d better be careful
Of what you wish for
Or your every nightmare
Might just be there
Thank God
That fate it’s never too late
To change the path we’re on
When we reach the fork in the road
Let’s unload
And, stay to the right
When we get to the right… let’s explode
So, as we wind on down the road
Our souls grow taller than our shadows
And, there’s a truth that we all know
That the weak and meek shall overthrow
All that the power thought they owned
When first is last… so the order goes
