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Make It Through
05:40
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Who knew a man could get pregnant,
Well sure, but after all these years?
How could you know you were expectin?
Was it the coffee or the tears?
Your partners calling doctors
While youre clockin into work
Hookin up that VPN,
doublecheck you’re private browsin
who knows the trouble they could find you in
lookin up the pills they’re dealin
And they’ve sent bombs to doctors
But we’re not givin in
If they’re pressing the world flat, then we’ll put people at the edge
Set up something at the margins, we will catch you, my friend
We know life aint the only choice sometimes
And they’re pushin out the tenants
The ceiling aint been fixed in years
Is this a joke, some sort of penance
Prayers to a lord that never hears?
And you’re lookin up some lawyers
Taking extra shifts at work
And knockin on your neighbor’s door
Wondering if they’re agreein
Get a few replies, and then some more
Settin up that union meetin
And this just might go and make things worse
But it sure beats givin in
If they’re lockin the world out, we’ll go and get the smith
Redefine what is shelter, find a place to live
There is cold and there is hunger, but there is also fire
To make it through the winter, make it through the year
We know that it may not seem worth it, but damn we need you here
And if there’s something in this moment, that makes you feel alive
Make it fit in your coat pocket, and survive
Just make it through the winter
Make it through the year
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VERSE
There’s a pandemic, it is killing us, but it’s not the only one
There is another that sees us starving, and then reaches for its gun
And makes us think we should be grateful and makes sure the news is spun
Uses words like “essential,” then sacrifices old and young
We are dying in the thousands, and they say we should be proud
to get sick for the economy, while we take what we’re allowed
They continue to make billions, and say the quiet parts out loud
They can get away with murder, so they welcome in the crowds
CHORUS
This virus aint the last one, of this we can be sure
And climate change aint creepin, it is comin like a storm
It feels like all is hopeless, like there aint no end in sight
So stay home. Stay alive. And organize
VERSE
Because there’s power in our numbers and in solidarity
There is hope in workers demanding to repurpose factories
There is truth in all the jobs we’re realizing we don’t need
They cannot lie enough to hide behind the things that we have seen
Like communities stepping up with help to feed their neighbors
Seen employees start to strike, and the value in their labor
And for every skyline and star, that we will always savor
There is another clue, that seems to prove, we are our only saviors
CHORUS
This virus aint the last one, of this we can be sure
And climate change aint creepin, it is comin like a storm
So when it feels like all is hopeless, like there aint no end in sight
Stay home. Stay alive. And organize
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We’re feeling broken, feeling trapped, but we’ve felt this way before
We can feel it in our histories, we can know it in our wars
So until we take this land and give it back to the ones who came before
We will sing in love and anger, and we will live for something more
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One Morning In Chicago
02:18
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Well it started one morning in Chicago
On a Saturday, cold, and so blue
From a long week, so busy and bitter
Just one thing on my mind to do
So I got out of bed and drank water
Grabbed a vitamin pill and a look
at the mirror, and then to my razor
Put the guard on, and a long breath I took
Well I’ve been keepin a beard for awhile now
and trimmin it down has gone well
Feelin confident, I even shaved my head once
Now the second time, is this story I tell
A lesson, from a beginner, I will gift you
While your beard and your head aint that large
Before you take chunks out your hairdo
Make sure that your razor is charged
Now I wish I could say it looked punk rock
I would call it a mullet, but it aint
It’s like if Pollock had my head as his canvas
And these patches of hair were his paint
Well it started one morning in Chicago
On a Saturday, cold, and so blue
From a long week, so busy and bitter
Just one thing on my mind to do
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Ghost Tour
03:22
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Signed up for a ghost tour when I was 18; a free trip sponsored by my dormitory;
In the heart of Chicago, they’d tell us stories; drivin around, getting spooky
I just had mono, I was probably depressed; walked to the bus, but who would’ve guessed
Went by myself, but I got lucky, it was my first time ever hangin with Rigby
Left from DeKalb, straight to Chicago, the first place we went was Rock n Roll McDonalds
Not like it’s haunted, it just had burgers, the actual tour had a lot of murders
The massacre on St. Valentine’s day, Dillinger, and other mobsters’ fates
Resurrection Mary and a lot of fire, looking for ghosts in the Chicago river
The tour guide said we have a haunted Chicago cuz the city’s so close to a body of water
The lake is a conduit of all of the energy, so many ghosts, so many stories
We stopped at the Hull house, peaked in the entry, he told us the story of the devil baby
Got a feeling in my neck that was kinda funny, then he asked if anybody had that very same feeling
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So many ghosts so many stories
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Some years later we were back in Chicago, stayin at Rigby’s sibling’s place in Humboldt
wasnt a house, was a big ass loft though, the spot of some very kick ass diy shows
Was late at night we were walkin home, after riot fest, we were all alone
When across the street not very far, an old woman stepped out of a classic car
It looked cool as hell, the condition was fine, she was walkin with a swagger and dressed to the nines
took a look at us, maybe kinda scoffed, then she asked if we were headed to the loft
and before we knew it, she was tellin us stories, from the neighborhood in all its glory
before it was part of the punk and art scene, that loft was just like of the places she partied
a girl about town and all of the bars, even partied with Sinatra and some other stars
and just like that she was on her way, and we were never to forget what happened that day
The very next morning headin down the block, we passed by the spot where we had talked
We could have swore it was the very same, a classic car burned down to the frame
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So many ghosts so many stories
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I sure missed headin home from church on a cold and quiet night, listenin to the radio and seein all the lights
Of the town that we grew up in, the place that made me me, goin past the schools, the parks, all those memories
My favorite part of Christmas eve, I didn’t even know, in the past I maybe could have spent less of it in my phone
we’d get back home, settle in, find a movie on TV, a wonderful life, spendin time with the Griswolds or Ralphie
We’re makin plans now, to make it safe. I’m comin home, but it wont be the same
Chorus
How i wish we could be sittin warm and near that big old tree
With those ornaments, photographs of our family
But this little one is perfect here, fits in like a collage
This picture of our christmas in the garage
Verse
Sure it’s not ideal but it’s the best that we could do, sitting next to the scooter that we bought from Uncle Lou
I know behind the mask it’s hard to tell if I’m happy, but right here on this folding chair, there’s no place I’d rather be
I’m feelin grateful, but feelin blue. It won’t be easy, but we’ll make it through
Chorus
But I wish we could sittin be warm and near that big old tree
With those ornaments, photographs of our family
But this little one is perfect here, fits in like a collage
This picture of our christmas in the garage
Maybe somethin like a manger on that holy night
And I dont see no kings here, but I'd say we're being wise
This year felt like a desert, and today like a mirage
Celebrating christmas in the garage
Yeah havin us a christmas in the garage
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Another Thousand
03:35
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Another day, doomscrolling in our beds. Doesn’t
feel like there’s another way, for these full and weary heads. We
cannot run away so we dive nose down instead
Another something thousand dead
What can we say, when it’s already been said? From
the very day, they told us it would spread, we
saw its face, but again we were misled
Another something thousand dead
We cannot fake, these feelings in our mind. There’s
a time and place, but it all gets pushed aside. So
another day, if we stop we’re left behind
Another something thousand died
And in LA, hospitals are packed inside.
Morticians frayed, and can’t keep up in time
Another place majority nonwhite
A day when something thousand died
What does it mean, that we let it get this way? Where
do we keep, the fear, the guilt, the shame? There
was a fee, when we hid away the pain,
another something thousand paid
So let us mourn, let us let the hurt run deep. And
stay indoors, let us rest and let us weep
Weather this storm, but let us to a promise keep
We’ll let another thousand sleep
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