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(4:34) When disaster hits, its effects are distributed as unequally as the wealth of society. Still, were all searching for a safer place to be. * Vocals and Guitar Ben Grosscup * Harmony Vocals Annie Patterson * Mandolin Jim Henry
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BEN GROSSCUP performs songs of struggle and social critique -- taking on issues like student debt, ecological breakdown, and economic injustice. His songs contain a moral clarity about the need for social change and they nurture the longing in each of us for a freer society. His powerful voice and thumping guitar are the foundation for lyrics that make no apology for having a position on contemporary events. Based in Amherst, MA, Ben is an activist involved in organizing for immigrant rights, ecological justice, and resisting military violence. He serves on the Steering Committee of People’s Music Network. e-mail: stokingthefires (at) riseup (dot) net Youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcclaj304spiIAO_q2WmXeA?feature=watch
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Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #116
Peak in subgenre #21
Author
Ben Grosscup
Uploaded
October 31, 2012
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MP3 5.2 MB • 160 kbps • 4:34
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As the Titanic sank on the lonesome sea Everyone aboard faced death or a broken family With only half the lifeboats needed for everybody to survive The first class launched away as the poor sank in the tide Rescue me to solid ground Escape the icy waters and get to solid ground When people ducked down in nuclear drills You knew that life itself hangs on a president’s will They sold a backyard shelter you could seal with care So when the bomb went off you would still be there Get to my shelter underground Stock me up on dry goods in my shelter underground Between New Orleans and Baton Rouge, there’s endless plastics factories And the people living in this place call it “Cancer Alley” The tiny few who profit rob so many of their health But you don’t live there if you’ve got the wealth Oh how I would live on healthy ground The sweetest air, the richest soil, I'd find on healthy ground When the order came to evacuate If you had no car, you stayed and risked your fate As it rained through the cracks in the Super-dome The levees breached and hundreds died in their homes Build me a house on drier ground Where the flood waters won't drown me, a house on drier ground Now the water’s rising on the ocean side And the sands are slipping away with the tide Who can rebuild when the next one hits? Whose stuck with no place left to go except to drift? Relocate me to higher ground Is there a refuge on this melting planet somewhere on higher ground
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