Coexist
Album: INFUSION: The Prodigal Son Returns
By: Jamie St Clair
By: Jamie St Clair
Duration
5:12
Genres
Description
Sung to corporate America - the 1% - advising that it is indeed time to coexist, a fusion mix of acoustic guitar, Mathew Perryman Jones style vocals, and slide sarod (like slide guitar), the lyrics are a black and white chronical of the 99% waking up.
Lyrics
Somebody's gotta crack the whip around here. Someone's got to take a stand. We don't need a guru, a shaman, or a seer To confirm things have gotten out of hand. Our lakes in the sun used to glisten. Now it's a 20 mile hike to get a drink. We'll say it only once, we hope you listen; Consider it a nudge and a wink. Just give it a tiny little think. Chorus: Little Brother please desist This grabbing by the fist Take the apple, the serpent hissed, - But leave the garden intact. It's an irrefutable fact And we really must insist: It's time to co exist. Coexist. It's time. We've arrived at the absolute end of our rope. We're confronting the urgent need Of devising some kind of method to cope With your stunningingly perfect greed. The crops don't grow, rainfall is down. In the sky hangs an angry sun. Where the birds used to sing, there's nary a sound. Good folks are buyin a gun. Local jails are over run. Chorus Somebody's got to crack the whip around here. Someone's gonna hear our demands. Little Brother, you'd best lend us yer ear Cause you've got blood on your hands. It took power to change the wind and rain, And knowledge to put a man on the moon. But to call this free trade is just insane. The wolf's at the door and he's howlin like a lune. You better come to your senses and soon. Chorus
