Words and music: amy ray Note: this song is a reincarnation of problem child
Through the dustbowl through the debt Grandma was a suffragette Blacklisted for her publication Blacklisted for my generation Go, go, go
Raise your hands, raise your hands high Don't take a seat don't stand aside This time don't assume anything Just go, go, go
So feed the fire and fan the flame I know the kids can stand the rain I know the kids are still upsetters Cause rock is cool but the struggle is better I said go, go, go
Raise your hands, raise your hands high Don't take a seat don't stand aside This time don't assume anything This time don't assume anything I said go, go, go
The truth is I was afraid . . . . . .i felt inferior. . . . . .i felt I excelled in competing with others And I knew instantly that these people Were not competing at all, that they were acting in a Strange, powerful trance of movement together. And I was filled with longing to act With them and with the fear that I could not.
Did they tell you it was set in stone And that you would end up alone Use your years to psych you out You're too old to care, they're too young to count Did they tell you you would come undone If you tried to touch the sun Undermine the underground You're too old to care they're too young to count I said go, go, go
Amy ray: electric and acoustic guitars, vocals Emily saliers: electric guitar, vocals John reynolds: drums Dawson miller: percussion Clare kenny: bass Carol isaacs: organ and moog Caroline dale: cello Joan osborne: backing vocals
Spoken word written by meridel le sueur, from I was marching.
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