Flobots Anne Braden

[Spoken:]

What I’ve realized since is

That it’s a very painful process but it is not destructive.

It’s the world deliberation.

And what really happened in the sixties

Was that this country took just the first step

Toward admitting that it had been wrong on race,

And creativity burst out in all directions.

From the color of the faces in Sunday songs

To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on

Once upon a time in this country, long ago

She knew there was something wrong

Because the song said “yellow, red, black, and white

Every one precious in the path of Christ”

But what about the daughter

Of the woman cleaning their house?

Wasn’t she a child they were singin’ about?

And if Jesus loves us, black and white skin

Why didn’t her white mother invite them in?

When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?

How did she already know not to ask the question?

Left lasting impressions

Adolescent’s comfort’s gone [?]

She never thought things would ever change,

But she always knew there was something wrong.

Always knew there was somethin’ wrong.

She always knew there was somethin’ wrong.

Years later, she found herself

Mississippi bound to help

Stop the legalized lynching of Mr. Willy McGee.

But they couldn’t stop it,

So they thought that they’d talk to the governor about what’d happened

And say, “We’re tired of being used as an excuse to kill black men.”

But the cops wouldn’t let ’em past

And these women, they struck ’em as uppity

So they hauled ’em all off to jail

And they called in protective custody.

Then from her cell

She heard her jailers

Grumblin’ about “outsiders”.

When she called ’em out

And said she was from the south, they shouted,

“Why is a nice, Southern lady makin’ trouble

For the governor? “

She said, “I guess I’m not your type of lady,

And I guess I’m not your type of Southerner,

But before you call me traitor,

Well it’s plain as just to say [?]

I was a child in Mississippi

But I’m ashamed of it today.”

She always knew there was somethin’ wrong.

She always knew there was somethin’ wrong.

She always knew there was somethin’ wrong.

She always knew there was somethin’ wrong.

[Spoken:] And, all of a sudden, I realized I was on the other side

Imagine the world that you’re standing within

All of your neighbors, they’re family-friends.

How would you cope facing the fact

The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?

She faced this every day.

People she saw on a regular basis;

People she loved, in several cases;

People she knew were incredibly racist.

It was painful, but she never stopped loving them,

Never stopped callin’ their names

And she never stopped being a Southern woman

And she never stopped fighting for change.

And she saw that her struggle was

In the tradition of ancestors never aware of her [?]

It continues today:

The soul of a Southerner

Born of the other America.

She always knew there was somethin’ wrong.

She always knew there was somethin’ wrong.

She always knew there was somethin’ wrong.

She always knew there was somethin’ wrong.

[Spoken:]

What you win in the immediate battles is little compared to the effort you put into it

But if you see that as a part of this total movement to build a new world,

You know what cathedral you’re building when you put your stone in.

You do have a choice.

You don’t have to be a part of the world of the lynchers.

You can join the other America. There is another America!

Flobots Blood In The River

There is blood in the river

How could you wear that

Don’t you even care that

Aren’t you aware that

Someone may be scared that

You might belong to

Don’t know if you’re going to

Please tell me that you’d never want to

Even if they taunt you

Don’t let the demons haunt you

I know you know that it’d be wrong to

Even after everything we’ve gone through

You’re not alone there are so many who are drawn to

The other side you wanna place your burdens onto

I know your blood is in the river that’s what bonds you

I hear your voice in everyone you sing this song to

You wanna talk

Or talk about it

I’m on top of the mountain shouting

The tears in the river are

Accounting for this downpour

The blood floods the gutter

The gutter struggle is where the blood reeks

And they couldn’t find him

Where the shots and the slugs speak

Gun me in the streets in broad daylight

King, what was wrong is now right

And the right is now wrong

And the lambs no longer silent

Keep on singing this song

When the people fiend

Never knowing that they can be strong

Don’t know the names of these psalms

But the make of these bonds

Is the same

Dang cable that could table aslan

I’d be lying if I said my pride

Could never be wrong

That’s why we wade in the water

But it’s staining the clothes

Cause the blood of the slaughter it remains

On our souls

So tides of tomorrow is where we’re placing our hopes

I know you’ve felt the trauma

Witnessed struggle heaped upon

As raw emotions buried deep as bodies broken speak

And

On this earth it’s I alone

Live alone die alone

Looking for a flag to provide a home

Listen for a call hear dialtone

But I swear

Despite anything I think say or do

Or try to express but don’t know how to

Despite everything I sing about you

I would be incomplete without

Flobots Fight With Tools

[Spoken: Transmitted…. signals coming through? …..okay]

Echo echo one-nine

Hear the call through fault lines

Smoke signals, old rhymes

Shorted lights in store signs

Spelled in a broken code

Find that it is time to

Breath, build, bend, and refine you

We sky tenants

Give it all but wont give up

Radio soul antennas

Radio to lift spirits

Call sign commando

M.o. is independence

Scream till the walls fall,

Dissolve all the limits

Occupied minds

Unemployed skills

Desolation

Worn out

Torn down

Just for now thrill seekers

Slanging

Test tube babies in beakers

Where gun blasts pump straight from the speakers

The system where the

Poor get poorly paid

To hold the ladder

Where the rich get ricocheted

Into the stratosphere

And in between people are rushin’ like vladimir

With metals to make their status clear

Get us out of here

We need heroes

Build them

Don’t put your fist up

Fill them

Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands

We’re the architects of our last stand

[x2]

There’s a war going on for your mind

Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothing

The battlefield is everywhere

There is no sanctuary

There are no civilians

You have two choices

Surrender or enlist

What kind of person are you

Always the first to argue

Or never down to stick your neck out

Cause it hurts you far too much

To see your rep suffer

Set you up a buffer

Well neither is enough for us cut from a tougher brand of duct tape

The propaganda’s stuck on us like sock pajamas

Spread like a virus

Through accepted thoughts and proper manners

But off the cameras

Somethings simmering across the land

About to bubble up

And knock the lids off of the pots and pans

We are non stop juggernauts

Stomp ziggurats

Spit manifestos

By terabytes and gigawatts

Shock paradigms

Give sense to a score

Throw thoughts through the sky

Activate twenty more

In these high and dry times

Expectorate on dogma

Pragmatic sycophants

Divide and conquer

We build bridges offer

Hard work and prosper

As hand made heroes brought to you by no sponsors

We need heroes

Build them

Don’t put your fist up

Fill them

Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands

We’re the architects of our last stand

[x4]

All free minds to the front

All free minds to the front

We call upon women

We call upon children

We call upon the handicapped

The infirmed

The weak of heart

We need your courage

Your dedication

Your passion

Your conviction

Gather up your platinum

Melt it down

Gather up your gold

Melt it down

Gather up your silver

Your bronze

Your aluminum

Melt it down

Melt it down

Melt it down

Flobots Infatuation

You play the field like a tractor

Scope for greener pastures

But you never have scored what you’ve never asked for

Met someone who made me glow

Passion was like crazy wo

Doted on another though, so of course I let her go

Oh no! my gentle recipes

Overloaded with Fenella leather-mine

If it keeps on this directemy

F*#* it thats gonna mean Vasectomy

And were the livin poor, set the table get the door

Wrestle naked hit the floor

But I don’t seek that shit no more

Its different for me, try to tell myself a different story

This alpha male we count the tale “bullshit” can just destroy me

Cause what we say is what we seek,

What we seek is what we get

What we get is what we give

I can give you nothing less

“EXCEPT”

“INFATUATION”, take these words and turn them into lies

“INFATUATION”, turns the earth to fool that does not hear

“I I I I I I INFATUATION”, say she ain’t, my every last desire

“INFATUATION”, is “just” the thing I want or the thing I need

He collects clips from magazines, found them full of hollow point

Mixes mehdia with the media they both consume the young.

The same old song gets sung, He wants to hang so he gets hung

He’s chase’n father figures a real son of a gun

I don’t copy to the coffini’s

Carter quite don’t make bail

Um’teen years for moving keys

Ironic he’s locked up in jail

Outside he is idolized, my sister class and asked them boy’z they wanna be just like’em

Push more rocks then belts of asteroids

Better strapped the paranoid then, in the streets without a choice, to, peace of mind has been destroyed

But now you got a louder voice

Idols lie to idle minds that, I don’t mind if got mine

If all are lies idealized then all our crimes are idolized, then

“INFATUATION”, take these words and turn them into lies

“INFATUATION”, turns the earth to fool that does not hear

“I I I I I I Infatuation”, say she aint, my every last desire

“INFATUATION”, is “just” the thing I want or the thing I need

If this isn’t love

Why does my heart hurt so baaaaaaaaaaaaad

You don’t know why

You wanna be the man

You wanna be demanded by other people’s hands

So how

you caught up in the tree’s with the audience screams at the “Thought”

But you don’t know why

You wanna be the man

You wanna be demanded by other people’s hands

So how

You caught up in he’s knee’s

Make the audience please

Like a party in the trees

“INFATUATION”, take these words and turn them into lies

“INFATUATION”, turns the earth to fool that does not hear

“I I I I I I Infatuation”, say she aint, my every last desire

“INFATUATION”, is “just” the thing I want or the thing I need

“Now everybody in the club stand still like a rubber-band filled with Government bills”

“Now everybody in the club stand still”

Flobots Buried Alive

Each movement that I make could make a movement

Stress fatigue

Each movement that I make could

Glass gun deadly recipe

Movement that I make could make a move

Edge of the precipice

Each movement that I make could make a

Trigger finger press release

Now I know you heard of me

I know you saw

I know you’re cursing me

Round of applause

Like I don’t deserve to breathe

Life when he’s not

Like why was I personally trying to be God

Now some of us murder and some of us lie

But I am not one of them

I am not one of them

Why

Pull out a gun to survive

Fire a gun and then die a thousand deaths

If you really knew me you would know

I am afraid of the dark

If you really knew me you would know

Try to be brave in my heart

But monologue monologue stereotype

I am not one of them

I am not one of them

Why

Pull out a gun to survive

Fire a gun and then die

Buried alive

Buried alive buried alive buried alive

Don’t let me be

Yea shadows I battled and fell short

Hands up and lay down for a day

Yea yea yea

Rattled by the snakes that don’t show up and support

Get tread on with nothing to say

The flag doesn’t sway without a plentiful breeze

I rather be buried than swing from a tree

And all of the yous are just different me’s

Wanna speak less cause I am choosing to see

This epiphany

In infancy diplomacy is listening

To the child in each of us scream

A little bit of wisdom is a dangerous thing

And I don’t give a dam

Without a militant eve

I’m deep but I’m not

If you could ever know

The thoughts I’ve known and seen what I have seen

All the spiteful stones that I’ve thrown did not protect me

I want you to know these heavy stones nearly crushed me

If I’d only known that heavy load that brought me low would help me grow I wouldn’t be

Flobots Philia

Let me fail and falter

Let my heartbeat alter

Let me fall and fumble

Let my soul be humble

Flobots The Rose And The Thistle

[Hook: Mackenzie Gault]

The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns

They both have thorns, they both have thorns

The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns

And they grow in the garden where your love was born

The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns

They both have thorns, they both have thorns

The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns

And they grow in the garden where your love was born

[Verse 1: Brer Rabbit]

I’m between a rock and a hard place

Your thought and your heart’s space

Meant no for nothing, like a pick in an empty guitar case

Follow you like a car chase

To the part where we stargaze the plot in your garden

I see your world view like Marvin the Martian

Your part of the solution’s, my part of the problem

If you stop to smell the roses I know we can solve them

As the world keeps revolving, let’s keep on evolving

A natural selection like Wallace and Darwin

Grow grey like Steve Martin, in old age be radiocarbon

Getting to half our lives together, when the great part gets started

To keep it short I’m glad you were born, let’s keep flowing together through thistle and thorn

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Johnny 5]

The Rose and the thistle, they both have thorns

Took note of this when I woke this morn’

Sun rise came in as one bright ray and the place on the wall where it shone was warm

And the shadow cast was like a battleaxe so I grabbed it fast and I smashed the glass

And I crawled through the shards and I found myself in a beautiful garden

With petals, bulbs, nettles, mulch, hibiscus, delphinidins, ferns, christmas bells, geraniums

Jack in the pulpit, baby’s breath, lily of the Nile, a star of Bethlehem

A brilliant child being poked at and scorned, the rose and the thistle they both have thorns

[Brer Rabbit]

Hey Mary, begging your pardon, what pretty flowers grow in your garden?

Let’s lie back, in the lilacs, meander in the lavender

Get silly in the lilies, dancing under oleanders

Holy molly holding hands, snap dragon tantrums

And open up the irises, humming summer anthems

He loves me not will forget me not, looking for the answers

He loves me not will forget me not, looking for the answers

[Hook]

Flobots We Are Winning

[Speaking Part:]

Rival gangsters sit down to plan an after school program.

A religious fanatic posts footage of an interfaith service project.

A group of teenage boys watches a video of a father playing catch with his son.

An adult film star paints thumbnail portraits of elderly couples fully clothed an smiling.

A record executive records a demo of his apology.

A policeman makes reverse 911 calls instructing residents to take to the streets.

A patriarch reports for duty.

She’s wearing an orange jumpsuit and holding a picket sign.

She’s ashamed of her birthplace, but retreat is not an option.

Women and Children

Front line

Log on

Tune in

Stand and be counted, wounded, stationed

In the belly of the vulture watch your back

Theres no civilians

Women, Children

Front line listen

Consider this a distant early warning

The fires imminent

Pollution gathering dust particles

Funneling through smokestacks, airways, bandwidth

This information tube fed

Check the labels

Delete the virus

Alert the masses.

[Speaking Part:]

Butterfly wing cross wings. send black hawks toward hurricane survivors.

Roses sprout from empty lots and sidewalk cracks.

Pacifist gorillas move undetected through concrete jungles.

New forms are beginning to take shape.

Once occupied minds are activating.

People are waking up!

The insurgency is alive and well.

Rise of the flobots

Portrait of

The new American insurgent

Rattle and shake the foundations of the world order

Assembly line incent, resist, refuse

Inform, create

Direct loved one’s to the trenches

Suit up forge rubble into fortress’s

Plaster, cloth, aluminum

Broken porcelain

Rusted platinum

Burn blood stains from decompressed diamonds

Hammer the battle cry into braille studded armor.

[Speaking Part:]

We are building up a new world.

Do not sit idly by.

Do not remain neutral.

Do not rely on this broadcast alone.

We are only as strong as our signal.

There is a war going on for your mind.

If you are thinking, you are winning.

Resistance is victory.

Defeat is impossible.

Your weapons are already in hand.

Reach within you and find the means by which to gain your freedom.

Fight with tools.

Your fate, and that of everyone you know

Depends on it.

Flobots Gonna Be Free

[Verse 1: Brer Rabbit]

Yeah I’m a believer, I won’t be beleaguered

I give a damn, no Leave it to Beaver

With the R-E-S-P-E-C-T like Aretha

And if I don’t use my feet then I won’t have that either

Yes we serve, we deserve some peace

And we serve the least versed to reverse

The deep hurt that’s featured

Each turn of the sheet of a learned history

Like Wall Street, the Trail of Tears and the War in the Philippines

And I wash my hands clean like surgeons in emergencies

Median on weed like conjoinment and Glucosamines

Relap the joint and wound the knee

Let’s Deco the Negro

And be like Steve Bico, we’re not hearing a beat

From the projects like [?] and research

We’re jumping in feet-first

Reaction more than knee-jerk

Don’t let his story recur

Swipe [?] like a Visa

A fire doesn’t need a sinkhole

Just the silence of the people

[Hook (x2)]

As for me, I’m gonna be free

I’m gonna be free from all of this history

Yeah, me, I’m gonna be free, I’m gonna be free

[Verse 2: Jonny 5]

I rhyme post-post-ironic flows (homo)

I came to fuck shut up, homos

Stonewall, laugh at that, no no

Don’t y’all assume that I’m straight

Cause you don’t know

I’m close to the edge like Bono

Won’t fall victim to the Gordian Knot

Trying to sort again rock mine

For the win

Plot lines are stretched like accordion

To Resurrect, born again, in division

[?]

Free from all the history

Beef with salt and misery

Just how it should be for y’all and is for me

That’s the truth, blppppp as bald as

Mr. Clean, spit it like Listerine

‘Till my lips are stinging hot, scalding, blistering

I’m composting primitive thoughts

And prayers what we want most

[?] lock the prison with God’s forgiveness

It’s it a bunch of [?]

Holy ghost, high hopes

Touchdown like Broncos

The song goes on like ponchos

[Hook (x2)]

As for me, I’m gonna be free

I’m gonna be free from all of this history

Yeah, me, I’m gonna be free, I’m gonna be free

And if we can start a riot (well what can we really do?)

If we can tear a city down (what can we really do?)

Crush enemies, cause casualties

If we can start a movement

If we can lift a city up

If we can heal the wounded

Feed our families, face history

[Hook (x4)]

As for me, I’m gonna be free

I’m gonna be free from all of this history

Yeah, me, I’m gonna be free, I’m gonna be free

Flobots Related

I am one in 7 billion searching for my family

Now you’ve come innocent love

My ears can hear my eyes can see

We are related we’re arm in arm

We are unarmed

We are related we’re arm in arm in arm

And I’m overwhelmed by so much misery

See people I know see people I love see people divided up so bitterly

Watch out for the enemy enemy enemy enemy enemy preaching it like a liturgy

And I pray for the day when you open the gates and say you finally have forgiven me

My cell vibrates and I know it’s not you

I am now somebody who you will not talk to

How could I expect you to forgive me

After all our history I had to act atrocious

Remember hugging big trees back in nacogdoches

Couldn’t let go

Just couldn’t let go

This is how we live

Holding onto memories

Searching for my families

Roots trees planted deep

Grew up into enemies

Now

My cell vibrates cause I’m singing off key

Locked in a box

Like every day I wake up in the body of an animal

I know it’s not me

But I’m accountable

Nails to a cross

Reach back touch the moment I was innocent

Fold it to my chest

Clutch and hold it til my sins are cleansed

Benefit 7 billion souls with my penitence

Open up the penitentiary gates now

Send us in

Flying on a phoenix path

Been down and beaten back

Born in the ash been the first to come in last

Been the last

One standing

With a a match to light the candle

On the downside of up say

Radhaghast to let them in my castle

Cast aside the old code words

Greet the people at the gates

We are blood others

Found the secrets of love

Beneath the sequence of our shame

The weakness of these chains

Is when we make them visible

Reclaim our greatness

When we break them

Miracles

Go higher than

Di oxy ribo nucleic acid

Our hearts and songs our greatest asset

Scarred by the latest hazard

Cynically suited up in a hazmat

Spiritual

Battle

Temple grandin with the cattle

Prod the people against

Greed

We need another seattle

Chiefly

Leading hands

We can be peter pan

And dancing with our shadows

This whole world is turning all the time

A revolution every day

In the sun

Innocent blood

Is drying on the ground of it