Relax and be mellow - and melancholy if you've been reflecting at all on the extraordinarily shitty reasons for feel-good bullshit celebrations on a day intended to memorialize lives cut short in service to the venal ambitions of politicians bent on conquest driven by corporate profit.
Freedom rings loudly now
Listen up, hear the sound
Screamin’ as the shots ring out
That’s what freedom sounds like now
Beating drums, fathers’ sons
Teach ‘em well to kingdom come
Steal the daylight from the sun
That’s what freedom has become
Stand over the shadow of a man
Starin’ at his lifetime with blood-stained hands
What had you planned to say?
Underground, out to sea
Bodies come to rest in peace
Fighting for the right for more
That’s what freedom has in store
Asphalt burns the un-soled feet
Vacant eyes in defeat
Lost the thread on every dream
That’s what freedom’s come to mean
Stand behind the handle of a gun
Starin’ down the future, darin’ time to run
Like time could run away
Freedom’s blowin’ sadly now
Listen up, love came ‘round
Candles burn in memory
Freedom is a fading dream
Listen up, hear the sound
Screamin’ as the shots ring out
That’s what freedom sounds like now
Beating drums, fathers’ sons
Teach ‘em well to kingdom come
Steal the daylight from the sun
That’s what freedom has become
Stand over the shadow of a man
Starin’ at his lifetime with blood-stained hands
What had you planned to say?
Underground, out to sea
Bodies come to rest in peace
Fighting for the right for more
That’s what freedom has in store
Asphalt burns the un-soled feet
Vacant eyes in defeat
Lost the thread on every dream
That’s what freedom’s come to mean
Stand behind the handle of a gun
Starin’ down the future, darin’ time to run
Like time could run away
Freedom’s blowin’ sadly now
Listen up, love came ‘round
Candles burn in memory
Freedom is a fading dream
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