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Kursk
03:37
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How much longer must we endure
How much longer must we endure
I hear them
118 dead
Cursed countrymen
I hear them
How much longer must we endure
How much longer must we endure
How much longer must we endure
How much longer must we endure
I hear them
118 dead
Cursed countrymen
I hear them
You swine get out there now and save them
My son sleeps with a warhead, get out there and save them
Take off your medals, get out there and save them
Take off your medals, get out there and save them
get out there you swine and save them
How much longer must we endure
How much longer must we endure
I hear them
118 dead
Cursed countrymen
I hear them
Tossed flowers and wreaths into the sea
You’ve wounded a generation, for what?
What good are flowers drowned in salt
Farewell my son
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2. |
Endless Sting
04:11
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Just give a little more they say
Soon your pain will be repaid
Your weary bones will see the day
A body’s meant to earn it’s way
Endless sting
They’ll take everything
Can’t you see
They’ll take everything
This breast is full of milk and stone mayhem
If I can feed tonight I’ll sleep
I owe them more than I can make
What’s liberation to a snake?
My home, my air, my flesh they take
Surrender rage but rage remains
Can’t you see
I’ve given everything
Can’t you see
There’s nothing more to bleed
Spoken:
We have tried you citizens; Every week I must learn of the untimely death of one of my sister workers. Every year thousands of us are maimed. The life of men and women is so cheap and property is so sacred.
But every time the workers come out in the only way they know to protest against conditions which are unbearable, the strong hand of the law is allowed to press down heavily upon us. Public officials have only words of warning to us—warning that we must be intensely orderly and intensely peaceful and they have the workhouse just back of all their warnings. The strong hand of the law beats us back, when we rise, back into the conditions that make life unbearable. I can not talk fellowship to you who are gathered here. Too much blood has been spilled. I know from my experience it is up to the working people to save themselves.
(an excerpt from Speech by Rose Schneiderman at Metropolitan Opera House meeting to protest the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire April 2, 1911.)
Can’t you see
They’ll take everything
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3. |
Wretched Sisters
05:11
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The unturned soil inters our shame
Roots thicken and the saplings thrive
A stolen child ripped from its mother's side
The young taken to be purified
Tucked in a bed of roots, without a lullaby
It’s a state sanctioned genocide
Enforced by dogmatic Catholic pride.
Wretched sisters must you cleft their braids?
Colonizing raids
Wretched sisters must you sever tongues?
Last gasp of self, swollen in lungs
How much dirt grimes beneath your nails?
Christ’s soured blood won’t wash you clean
Survivors, strangers in their kins’ own land
Destroyed and villifed, nameless, living damned.
Wretched sisters must you cleft their braids?
Colonizing raids
Wretched sisters must you sever tongues?
Annihilation of the young
Bones are heaped in unmarked graves.
Aren’t we owed our brave?
A nation has a right to claim its dead
Wounds septic, still you call them red.
The Pope prayed with the Cree
On land sisters used to rape and beat
A twist of the knife. The state and church know
The massacre’s ongoing, the blood still flows
Thousands missing and murdered, still no concern
It starts with the church and it ends when it burns.
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4. |
Midwinter, Violent Air
04:31
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Come inside don’t breathe the air
It will wound your lungs
Come inside but don’t drink, dear
Water burns tongues
Let me hold you
All is fine I’ll tell you
Let me hold you
You’re safe I’ll tell you
Come inside it’s getting dark
The haze came with the front
Come inside, it’s raining ash
You’re a child of dust
Let me hold you
All is fine I’ll tell you
Let me hold you
You’re safe I’ll tell you
The clouds become thick become mud, crush the air
Let me hold you
All is fine I’ll tell you
Let me hold you
You’re safe I’ll tell you
We weep alone
We weep
In the wreckage, is home
Breathing in, breathing out
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Love Interest Detroit, Michigan
Motherwound is the debut release from Detroit-based ensemble Love Interest. The four song EP is a meditation on motherhood within a hostile world. The music itself muses on both the tenderness and rage inspired by the modern condition, a cathartic experience that will inspire listeners to dance, howl, and meditate in parallel. ... more
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