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Asylum
03:55
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When you're walking up a mountain
Driving through the burning sands
Endless days upon an ocean
Searching for a promised land
There's a message in the heavens
And it's written when you breathe
There's a peace inside the struggle
A hope beyond what you can see
When you're searching for solutions
Always looking for the day
A day when shadows cannot find you
A time when light will guide the way
Instead of falling, you'll be free
Let's go all in eternally
There's a message in the heavens
And it's written when you breathe
There's a peace inside the struggle
A hope beyond what you can see
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2. |
Set Them Free
03:34
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The people in my country
Started going crazy
They're fearing the man who comes to land
Needing a helping hand
People running from a war zone
People trying to build a home
They bring their lives and skills as an asset
But my countrymen think they're a threat
So set them free - free the refugees
The people in my country
are locking up the children
putting hundreds in detention
out of sight on Christmas island
Though my country is wealthy
They've been asking poor neighbours to shoulder
Our responsibility
Responsibility to set them free
So set them free - free the refugees
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3. |
In My Day
03:59
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• In my day there was sunlight, and air and water.
• We lived sustainable lives, focusing on the word custody, not ownership.
• In my day people recognized that value was more than just human agreements exchanging variably rare goods. And that impact and necessity were of greater value than possession and leverage.
• In my day the importance of incentives was recognized. But incentives were for the greater good. For long-term benefits. For the next generation. Incentives were not geared towards instant gratification, accumulation and preventing every possibly negative scenario that may or may not eventuate.
• In my day there was no such thing as race. No clear delineation between one group of people and the next. Race was a thing you ran. Not a tan. In my day people had a dream that one day people would not be judged by each other. Period.
• It won’t happen in my day
• It won’t happen any other way
• In my day what one did was more important than what one said.
• In my day children were allowed to live. They had parents that didn’t kill them when too many bills came in. Or when a parent got a new job. Jobs weren’t as important as kids in my day.
• In my day pregnancy was a consequence not a punishment. Controlling one's life was considered boring, and going with the flow and dealing with consequences was more important than trying to unring a bell and revert to a previously desired life course.
• In my day we knew life began at conception and had clarity that no human should end human life. Period.
• In my day humans were not considered possessions. To be discarded. Or owned.
• It won’t happen in my day
• It won’t happen any other way
• In my day faith and science were inseparably conjoined. Faith helped science and science helped faith. In my day it was recognized that everyone had a worldview and that faith in ones doubts was still faith.
• In my day a person’s politics was like a patchwork quilt rather than a monochrome wall. Left wing on one policy, right wing on the other.
• In my day there was a semblance of democratic process.
• Where people could speak up and vote for a guy they thought was the best person to run the place.
• In my day, swimming in the ocean was the highlight of the day. As was a snowfall.
• In my day, getting up at sunrise and going to bed at sundown was not abnormal.
• In my day we ate parsnips.
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4. |
The Struggle
02:32
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I've got a problem the planetary statement
Where violence is a logical replacement
The weaker man puts the gun in his hand to your head
Who pulls the trigger when he should have said "peace"
The struggle is a muddle in your head when you struggle with the free
I got a problem with the dirty old man
Who straps a bomb to a child in another land
To afraid to go and do the dirty work himself
Promising rewards as another life's put on the shelf
How I see it is if you're the invader
You gotta live with the consequences made from
Stealing other's land building castles in the sand
Pouring pools of blood like a flood through the promised land
It's typically convenient to look at history
Through the lens of a short term memory
The problem didn't start back in 1945
It's going on since the love of money was alive
The struggle is a muddle in your head when you struggle with the free
Until you love your children more than you hate
Perpetuated death is a certain fate
It's not enough to change an external situation
Change in perspective is the key to restoration
The struggle is a muddle in your head when you struggle with the free
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5. |
Voices
03:28
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Here in this broken world now
I saw the earth's destructive play
Create a wash of darkness
Throughout a nations cage
I watched their faces move in silence
Caught between two madmen's rage
Saw their whole world burning
From this southern stage
Can you hear the voices calling
and listen to all that they say
And when we hear the voices calling
Will we answer or just turn away
Caravan's cross the desert
Taking them to safer shores
Their legacy still remains here
The blood split on the floor
Time will be their ocean
Taking them to promised lands
Looking back my eyes burn
I can't understand at all
Can you hear the voices calling
and listen to all that they say
And when we hear the voices calling
Will we answer or just turn away
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You got scared
'Cause they're not how you want it
Don't have the face you wanna face the morning with
You don't care
'Bout their humanity
or what they're running from
or whether they deserve to live
We signed a piece of paper
that said that we'd take them in
Some of us have a saviour
who died for their sins
Why do we close a door
we'd want opened for us
if we were in the same position
what would we want them to do for us
is this what we want them to do to us
It gives me rage
when you try to explain
what your doing is to save them from an ocean wave
the hypocrisy in what you tell them to do
when you're so comfortable while they're running from hell
escaping from hell
We signed a piece of paper
that said we'd let them in
Some of them share our saviour
who died for our sins
Why do we lock them up
hide their children away
if we were in the same position
what would we want them to do for us
is this what we want them to do to us
when is it ever right
to hurt wounded man
who comes up to your house
needing a helping hand
why be such a coward
using the sea as a fence
we got so much land I wish we had common sense
when is it ever fine
to hurt a wounded child
who's sailed up to your shores
through the raging wilds
why such hypocrisy
from a people so free
if we were in the same position
what would we want them to do for us
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7. |
It's not ok
04:26
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There was a time when angels fell
When what was made for light
Turned to embrace the night
They traded heaven for those gates of hell
And became a blight
To an earth devoid of sight
Now everyday millions give away
Freedom after freedom
In pursuit of vain protections
And link by link they build chains of steel
Prisoners of a fear
That suffocates ideas
Honestly it seems to me that
Larger states breed apathy
Another freedom’s gone away
And this time it’s not ok
Where’s my jury, where’s your proof?
Lower the bar and raise the roof
Another freedom’s gone away
And this time it’s not ok
If ideals are real, and we are made to feel
Then from the bottom of my soul
I’d like to lift us from this hole
And match our deeds with what our words proclaim
Free to live and love
Free to look above
Honestly it seems to me that
Larger states breed apathy
Another freedom’s gone away
And this time it’s not ok (it's never ok)
Where’s my jury, where’s your proof?
Lower the bar and raise the roof
Another freedom’s gone away
And this time it’s not ok (it's never ok)
What good is it if you defend
But then become just who you fight against?
Another freedom’s gone away
And this time it’s not ok (it's never ok)
Fundamental problems with the design
Of a system built for other times
Another freedom’s gone away
And it's never gonna be ok
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8. |
The Silent Scream
03:17
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I have no voice to cry aloud
but I have a silent scream
no arms of mine fend off the blows
my eyes remain unseen
All who are
were once as I am
And as all will be
I will be
But I'll never draw breath
never run
never dance
never see the light fade from your eyes….
Blindly the trigger is pulled
for I'm a girl I’m not a boy
Blindly the trigger is pulled
like I'm some discarded toy
I have not the means
to run far away
no way to escape this pain
but I feel
Oh, I feel it
if you would but watch
as I writhe my last moments away
Freedom of choice
is the mantra today
but where is my choice
my vote
my voice
Unseen and unheard I will go to my grave
While debates about life
Will do nothing to save me
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9. |
There's a flood coming
02:18
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There's a flood coming and it's rising fast
Fear the God who is angry
Fire
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10. |
The Prophet
03:37
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I told you this would happen
but you didn't believe me
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