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Wishing Well
03:16
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WISHING WELL
From the bottom of the wishing well.
I wish that i could wish you well.
From the burning fires here in hell
I’m looking for a truth to tell
CHORUS: I say…do some good.
Do no harm Don’t give in to the twisting arm
Because these are troubled times
these lives of yours and mine
so seek the proof in the face of all the untruth
in the face of all the untruth
All those well-heeled hands that rob us blind
And their souls so dark and void of light
From the steeples of the righteous right
driving nails deep into the night
CHORUS: Stand alone. Stand apart.
Take a deep look into your heart
Because these are troubled times
these lives of yours and mine
so seek the proof in the face of all the untruth
in the face of all the untruth
BREAK: Its hard not to be cynical about the world around us today
we must protect our words and our right to say them
before our freedoms slip away....
CHORUS: So…Raise your voice. Make it heard
Don’t leave a single stone unturned.
Because these are troubled times
these lives of your and mine
so seek the proof in the face of all the untruth in the face of all the untruth
in the face of all sides we choose.
in the face of all the fake news
in the face of all we might lose
in the face of all the untruth in the face of all the untruth
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Immigration Nation
03:57
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IMMIGRATION NATION
It’s 4am and we’re rolling out of bed
scraps on the table so the little ones are fed
Wait on a corner in winter colds bite
Hoping for work and that we make it home tonight
Dangerous conditions. 100 mile bus rides.
Work still gets done even done with pride
Labor in shadows keeping our head down
Making two dollars a day in this All-American town
CHORUS Immigration built this nation
For those who dared to dream
Intoleration will tear it down
Rip it apart at the seams
Today ICE agents ate at Rosa’s café
walked in the kitchen and took the cook away
Done nothing wrong …still has no rights
Some days we wonder if it’s really worth the fight
Nothing to share in this bountiful land
Grown with the dirt ground deep into our hands
Standing on both sides with a bird’s eye view
the little hope that was in our hearts…that's gone too
CHORUS
BREAK: Picking your crops…cleaning your table tops
Washing your floors….even fighting your wars
Collecting trash….under the table cash
Watching your kids….like our mothers did
CHORUS
REPEAT FIRST VERSE out
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WWTFS
04:22
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WWTFS
High atop of buildings I have soared
Watched over every shore.
I stood tall. Welcomed all.
Draped fallen heroes home from war
I could bring crowds to their feet
Waving to old glory’s drumbeat
Hands on hearts. Threadbare, torn apart
Like our democracy
CHORUS I am frayed around the edges
faded blues and blood reds
My stripes and stars. Stained and marred.
I don’t remember how I fell this far.
Not the perfect union I admit.
All the sins both sides commit…
Truth benders. Patriots and pretenders
Hope to god I’ve seen the worst of it
CHORUS I am frayed around the edges
Faded blues and blood reds
Divided as we are, with all our battle scars
I don’t remember how I fell this far
BR: From the shores of Tripoli to the surface of the moon
carry on, carry on.
Those yearning to be free. what so many fought to be,
from sea to almost shining sea…
Wherever I am raised to fly
Do my part guard and guide
Unyielding to the last. Even at half mast
Night or day standing by
CHORUS I’m still frayed around the edges
Faded blues and blood reds
Surround my fifty stars and this land of ours
Don’t ever let me fall again this far
Don’t ever let me fall again this far
Don’t ever let me fall again this far
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mike ward Detroit, Michigan
Lyrically-centric, vocally-charged folk songs. Those are what singer-songwriter Mike Ward loves to create. Living in Detroit, Mike grew up listening to Irish music. Influences are Jason Isbell, Bruce Springsteen and John Prine. His writing echoes along empty sidewalks, on country backroads, in family portraits, and in the thin lines between joy and tragedy, love and loss, past, present and future. ... more
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