1. |
March of the Beaten
04:22
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I may not have been born to fight
And your struggle is not mine
But I will stand up next to you
And join the revolution
They're cutting down the ancient grove
Spilling oil on your native home
Then they hang you out to dry
After all the tears you've cried
All was built on your peoples backs
They worked hard fearing the whip crack
Now they shoot based on skin color
Nothing changes does it
They say you have to learn our tongue
Or go back to where you came from
"Illegals, rapists, murderers"
But they forget you were here first
"I'm not afraid that division will replace false unity
I'm not afraid of dying like my black brothers and sisters
On white terms
What I am afraid of is the silence
I'm afraid of ending this with a period instead of an elipses
Because we're still so far from justice"
One by one we're marching on
Won't stop until our work is done
You're not alone here take my hand
This is the revolution
Two by two we're marching on
Won't stop until our work is done
You're not alone here take my hand
This is the revolution
Three by three we're marching on
Won't stop until our work is done
You're not alone here take my hand
This is the revolution
Arm in arm we're marching on
Won't stop until our work is done
You're not alone here take my hand
This is the revolution
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2. |
O' Highwayman
04:06
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Give me your money right now
Empty your pockets or else
This is a stick up
Give all your things up
I said give me your money right now
I don't care if you're broke
Don't care your life's one big joke
Cause I'm the one bear that you do not want to poke
And I don't care if you choke
Say I'm the best you'll ever meet
And I will grant your wildest dreams
Smile for the camera
And lie through your teeth
Or I'll kick you to the street
I've got friends watching you
They see all the things you do
Just try and cross me
And you'll find out my next move
Cause I've got friends watching you
And as I seize that power
You work peanuts an hour
I'll drive the circus through your town
It's plain to see you know
That I run the show
And you know you'll never ever ever ever
Ever ever bring me down
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3. |
Good Old Days
03:35
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I've always got classic rock playing on my radio
I've got that old church choir singing prayers in my soul
I'll keep my baseball card collection 'till the end of days
I'll be a happy boy you know as long as nothing's changed
'Cause I'm living in the past
Trying to make the good times last
Here I am stuck living in the past
Well I've gotta say that I'm surprised to see you here
I've known you as one to keep your eyes ahead
At the back of the line here everything is fine
I'm free from all my cares and free from dread
'Cause I'm living in the past
Trying to make the good times last
Here I am stuck living in the past
They say that nothing good ever lasts
But if they knew the could
They'd be living their lives in the past
I don't see no melting ice, no storms flooding the streets
No raging wildfires burning, no dirty police
I thank the lord for keeping trouble far away from here
I'll never worry as long as those things ain't affecting me
'Cause I'm living in the past
Trying to make the good times last
Here I am stuck living in the past
Yes I'm living in the past
Trying to make the good times last
Here I am struck living in the past
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4. |
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I may not have been born to fight
And your struggle is not mine
But I will stand up next to you
And join the revolution
They're cutting down the ancient grove
Spilling oil on your native home
Then they hang you out to dry
After all the tears you've cried
All was built on your peoples backs
They worked hard fearing the whip crack
Now they shoot based on skin color
Nothing changes does it
They say you have to learn our tongue
Or go back to where you came from
"Illegals, rapists, murderers"
But they forget you were here first
"I'm not afraid that division will replace false unity
I'm not afraid of dying like my black brothers and sisters
On white terms
What I am afraid of is the silence
I'm afraid of ending this with a period instead of an elipses
Because we're still so far from justice"
One by one we're marching on
Won't stop until our work is done
You're not alone here take my hand
This is the revolution
Two by two we're marching on
Won't stop until our work is done
You're not alone here take my hand
This is the revolution
Three by three we're marching on
Won't stop until our work is done
You're not alone here take my hand
This is the revolution
Arm in arm we're marching on
Won't stop until our work is done
You're not alone here take my hand
This is the revolution
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5. |
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Give me your money right now
Empty your pockets or else
This is a stick up
Give all your things up
I said give me your money right now
I don't care if you're broke
Don't care your life's one big joke
Cause I'm the one bear that you do not want to poke
And I don't care if you choke
Say I'm the best you'll ever meet
And I will grant your wildest dreams
Smile for the camera
And lie through your teeth
Or I'll kick you to the street
I've got friends watching you
They see all the things you do
Just try and cross me
And you'll find out my next move
Cause I've got friends watching you
And as I seize that power
You work peanuts an hour
I'll drive the circus through your town
It's plain to see you know
That I run the show
And you know you'll never ever ever ever
Ever ever bring me down
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I've always got classic rock playing on my radio
I've got that old church choir singing prayers in my soul
I'll keep my baseball card collection till the end of days
I'll be a happy boy you know as long as nothing's changed
Cause I'm living in the past
Trying to make the good times last
Here I am stuck living in the past
Well I've gotta say that I'm surprised to see you here
I've known you as one to keep your eyes ahead
At the back of the line here everything is fine
I'm free from all my cares and free from dread
Cause I'm living in the past
Trying to make the good times last
Here I am stuck living in the past
They say that nothing good ever lasts
But if they knew the could
They'd be living their lives in the past
I don't see no melting ice, no storms flooding the streets
No raging wildfires burning, no dirty police
I thank the lord for keeping trouble far away from here
I'll never worry as long as those things ain't affecting me
Cause I'm living in the past
Trying to make the good times last
Here I am stuck living in the past
Yes I'm living in the past
Trying to make the good times last
Here I am struck living in the past
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Garret Nasset Saint Paul, Minnesota
Garret Nasset is a singer-songwriter based in St. Paul, Minnesota. With his vintage parlor guitar and homemade suitcase drum, he sings songs of reflection and exploration into his own character, relationships, and inner demons.
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