A song that would be in another time, a throwback
alternative
indie
rock
new
grunge
rockin
distortion
smoke
buzz
alt
riff
slacker
problem child
shake
screw loose
busted speaker
schwa sound
raucous
Story behind the song
A song about how Marx would have a lot to say about our world, workers and labor, a song that tries to touch something larger than our day to day existence
Lyrics
One and many working out along the land
Kneeling with the faithful
To break our bread we know we’re going to break our back
And still they are so grateful
Slowly scattered out among the many fields
The men work as they’re able
Through the toil and the soil on their hand
This work brings food to the table
In the cycle of the lifetime that is one
They live by hope eternal
So that someday there’s dream that can be won
So that someday they are equal
In the rising of the work of daily bread
They count on one another
They find labor is redemption that they want
They are strong if all together
In the cycle of the season and the world
They find birth and death remembered
In the springtime little seedlings just begun
Die at harvest in October
In the cycle of the day to rise and fall
The sun will mark the hour
Though the bounty reckons all upon the sun
They know enemies have the power
How many seeds they've sown, How many days they've grown , how many years go by,