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Ariel from More Gardens in NYC said I should write a song about this wonderful network of people, so I did. They go around planting gardens with local communities on vacant land that somebody ostensibly "owns."
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Genre:
Acoustic - Folk
Songs by artist:
264 songs
Upload date
May 26, 2005
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MP3 6.9 MB
128 kbps bitrate
0:00 minutes
Words/music
David Rovics © David Rovics 2004 All Rights Reserved
Story behind the song
Ariel from More Gardens in NYC said I should write a song about this wonderful network of people, so I did. They go around planting gardens with local communities on vacant land that somebody ostensibly "owns."
Lyrics
More Gardens Song David Rovics This neighborhood is blighted That's what the people say Half the buildings are abandoned And everything is grey Half the kids have asthma 'Cause of the sewage plants nearby And the mayor doesn't seem to care If we live or die That's the situation Now let me take you to the part The center of this neighborhood What you could call the heart A vacant lot of broken glass For years that's what it's been But the neighbors got together Said this is where we will begin (Chorus) We'll dig this dirt Plant a seed Push aside the concrete So the earth beneath is freed We will plant a garden Grow some food to eat And the sunflowers looking to the sky Say we relclaim this street In one day we had accomplished What the mayor always said He was trying to bring us Through his clubs upon our heads The neighborhood is clean The dealers gone away We had good food to eat A place for the kids to play (Chorus) Twice the city came here Said this is not our land Twice the cops destroyed it All the work of our own hands Uprooted plants and broken tools Lay scattered all around But the next day the only thing you could see Was fingers in the ground (Chorus) Created February, 2004 Copyright David Rovics 2004, all rights reserved