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Commerce & Blood
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Great Big Yam is all about the picnics and harvests. Rural music from rural people.
Great Big Yam is a collective and individual effort to preserve traditional American music and create songs within that tradition. From the traveling blues to the banjo breakdown to the jigs and reels native to Ireland to the African roots to folk protest songs.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #662
Peak in subgenre #115
Author
Bryan Newbury
Rights
2006 Bryan Newbury
Uploaded
August 15, 2006
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MP3 5.1 MB • 128 kbps • 5:33
Story behind the song
The cost of oil and air conditioning. And Amy Goodman.
Lyrics
I saw a thousand soldiers stepping on the airplane. They took a thousand steps to the loading gate. I don't know where they're going, but I'm sure that they will get there. And I'm sure that it will not be a moment too late. I watched a million screenings of a thousand newsclips purporting to tell me just what was going on. It wasn't occurring, but it was predicted that the embattled would join us in song and lock arms. I had misgivings, but who was I to doubt them? They have connections to movings of state. On second thought, I won't think about them if I waste my time it will be too late to enjoy the living that I have been given if it pleases, we'll call it from God. Enjoy my consuming, buying and selling my climate controlled workspace at my job. Go out and put my keys in the ignition and fill my tank full of that good Gulf fuel enjoy the things I can get from slave labor and appreciate the things free markets can do & so should you. These things are connected these things are related nothing goes better than commerce and blood. Crops and commodoties and armed insurrections Ploughs and rifle butts dropped in the mud. My tea and my coffee, my place in the city, a dollar for cholera in Sierra Leone, a house in Zona Dorado for world lending officers the odor of flesh wafting off of the bones of the loans. If you continue to think on these issues, it is sure not to do you one bit of good. So we retire and all go to bed now, just like all good Crusaders should.
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