No one puts their children on a boat,
Unless the water is safer than the land.
Not so hard to grasp, not so hard to understand.
But it's easier to sit and read this shit
In the paper, and call it news,
like, "Oh, Prince George, he's so sweet,
and 18 grand on a present's fine
even if the other two year olds don't have enough to eat..."
It's easier to blame
The people hiding in the hold of a plane,
And not consider what they left
That was worse than almost certain death.
It's easier to stick with what we learned:
That our own good luck is something that we earned.
And that their kids don't deserve as much as yours,
'Cause yours were smart enough to be born on these shores.
And it's easier to keep up the pretence,
That the way to solve displacement is to build another fence.
It's easier to say "I'm sorry,
but she shouldn't have been on that lorry"
It's easier to blame
the dead if you don't find out their name,
It's easier to stick with what we learned:
That our own good luck was something that we earned.
And what's with the way they want to live?
And give their children a hope in hell?
What's with them having degrees and families?
It's almost like they're human as well.
But at least our leaders are on form,
'Cause it's always good to describe downtrodden people
As a swarm...
It's easier to be on the wrong side of history,
It's easier to blame than be ashamed.
It's easier to stick with what we learned:
That our own good luck was something that we earned.
But no one puts their children on a boat
Unless the water is safer than the land.
Unless the water is safer than the land.
Not so hard to grasp, not so hard to understand.
But it's easier to sit and read this shit
In the paper, and call it news,
like, "Oh, Prince George, he's so sweet,
and 18 grand on a present's fine
even if the other two year olds don't have enough to eat..."
It's easier to blame
The people hiding in the hold of a plane,
And not consider what they left
That was worse than almost certain death.
It's easier to stick with what we learned:
That our own good luck is something that we earned.
And that their kids don't deserve as much as yours,
'Cause yours were smart enough to be born on these shores.
And it's easier to keep up the pretence,
That the way to solve displacement is to build another fence.
It's easier to say "I'm sorry,
but she shouldn't have been on that lorry"
It's easier to blame
the dead if you don't find out their name,
It's easier to stick with what we learned:
That our own good luck was something that we earned.
And what's with the way they want to live?
And give their children a hope in hell?
What's with them having degrees and families?
It's almost like they're human as well.
But at least our leaders are on form,
'Cause it's always good to describe downtrodden people
As a swarm...
It's easier to be on the wrong side of history,
It's easier to blame than be ashamed.
It's easier to stick with what we learned:
That our own good luck was something that we earned.
But no one puts their children on a boat
Unless the water is safer than the land.
Contributed by Reinhard - 2024/5/30 - 23:28
@Reinhard: You sent a comment about a different song, "The Bird," and you did not include the lyrics of this song.
Since we could not find the correct lyrics anywhere, we are for the moment including the automatic transcription from YouTube, which we will check later.
Since we could not find the correct lyrics anywhere, we are for the moment including the automatic transcription from YouTube, which we will check later.
Actually the transcription is perfect. It is a real transcription of the subtitles and not an automatic transcription.
AWS Staff - 2024/5/31 - 09:11
Thank you so much. AWS is such a wonderful site.
Reinhard
The Birds
I don't know how I am
Or how I came to be
Or how you appeared
On this planet here with me
Out of reach but very close
Like a moon your light arose
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
I don't know how I am
But I know how love arrives
Quietly out of nowhere
To settle on our lives
"How are you?" We always ask
To answer that - no simple task
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
I heard a shower
At a midnight hour
Secret rain
Will it come again?
These birds sing 'yes'
And I do confess
That is MY hope.
These birds cope
But Can I?
I look for news
That shifts the blues
To give me hope
A rescue rope
Some safety send
To bring an end
Oh can it be
The time to flee?
And fly?
'Give me the day'
Birds ask and pray
'When humans change
And rearrange
The heart and mind
To be mankind
And not mancruel
Or womanfool '
Birds cry
And I reply
To birds so free
Not needing proof
Of who I am
No name, No address.
But Liberty
Without a mess
I'd yell
'I'm free ! '
Birds cry the time is up
The time to do or die.
Birds cry the time is up
The time to do or die.
Birds cry the time is up
The time to do or die.
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
Here you can find "The Birds" lyrics:
https://mozmusic1.bandcamp.com/track/t...
Reinhard
The Birds
I don't know how I am
Or how I came to be
Or how you appeared
On this planet here with me
Out of reach but very close
Like a moon your light arose
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
I don't know how I am
But I know how love arrives
Quietly out of nowhere
To settle on our lives
"How are you?" We always ask
To answer that - no simple task
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
I heard a shower
At a midnight hour
Secret rain
Will it come again?
These birds sing 'yes'
And I do confess
That is MY hope.
These birds cope
But Can I?
I look for news
That shifts the blues
To give me hope
A rescue rope
Some safety send
To bring an end
Oh can it be
The time to flee?
And fly?
'Give me the day'
Birds ask and pray
'When humans change
And rearrange
The heart and mind
To be mankind
And not mancruel
Or womanfool '
Birds cry
And I reply
To birds so free
Not needing proof
Of who I am
No name, No address.
But Liberty
Without a mess
I'd yell
'I'm free ! '
Birds cry the time is up
The time to do or die.
Birds cry the time is up
The time to do or die.
Birds cry the time is up
The time to do or die.
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
Why your music reached my ears
How your sadness brings my tears
Here you can find "The Birds" lyrics:
https://mozmusic1.bandcamp.com/track/t...
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Ruth Mundy is a New Zealand based singer songwriter who writes about social and political issues which impact the world, including climate change.
She collaborated with Moz ( Mostafa Azimitabar), a Kurdish political prisoner who has been stuck in the limbo of offshore detention in PNG for five years due to Australian government policyon this track. My hope is to thank her in person for her beautiful vocals one day.
https://mozmusic1.bandcamp.com/track/t...