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Don’t look out your window, don’t look out your door. Cause the world’s been burning, so long we might be done for. But I got you, and you well you got me. And together we got something, that apart we’ll never be. Well life it won’t be easy, sometimes it gets quite hard. And the more time passes, the more we become scarred. Thick skin and some good shoes, count more than you might think. Hope the road rises to meet you, and at the end there’s a cold drink. Try to stay grateful for all that I got, when distractions make me out to be something I’m not. Caught up in bad news and the stress of the day. Look to my past for a simpler way. Older I get the more I don’t know, I just keep askin questions and hold tight to hope.
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Oceans of Time
05:49
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Absinthe was flowin the first time we met. My heart was seizin up and I didn’t even know you yet. My brother your sister I owe eternal thanks. On that cold lonely Christmas my life forever changed. (Chorus) And when the final decision is made, we’ll find together our whole lives we stayed. You’ll take my hand as we look to the sky, and together we’ll step into the oceans of time. Excitement of something new that I have never known. Like finding your way back when you didn’t even know you left home. North Beach remembers the path of our feet. Those Mission taquerias at Farolito’s we would eat. Then that dark night came none of us looked ourselves. I cried like a baby as you sent me down to hell. The birth of a Phoenix found us close again. I had my doubts but the truth was love would win. (Chorus) Years have passed and a house is now a home. The feeling is an abtract concrete cornerstone. Whole lives get spent and some will never know, what it means to find your true self inside each others’ soul. (Chorus)
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Workin' Stiff
04:05
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I swung a hammer I swung a pick, been four feet under diggin in that ditch. I felt that hail on top my head, knees in the mud with that blade turning red. Crouch down in darkness lookin up at the floor, nail gun to plywood strength comes from the core. On my back in the dirt barely room to crawl, start to solder copper near miss that burnin metal fall. (Chorus) I come from a long line of workin stiff and sore. Lives lived with the bent backs of grit and manual labor. Gone at over 80 years young, worked until he died. Wouldn’t have it any other way his work it was his pride. Summer sun beatin down stucco hawk in hand. In a yard up against that creek hours left to stand. Up before the sun rise back home after dark. So often ships in the night strength comes from the heart. Tight margins growin thin gotta work to survive. Longer days and more debt in the passin years time flies. Satisfied by a job well done with your own two hands. Drivin home tired but strong thinkin out your plans. (Chorus) Now seven on a concrete floor gotta take your abuse, never know the circumstance or how much you had to lose. That don’t change the facts of the game you think I’m under your heel. Not until now did ya realize your need for us is real. Still got it better than most workers on the supply chain, warehouse full of underpaid folks most of them in pain. There will be a time to pay bill soon come due. Workers’ rights gotta improve or the future it will haunt you.
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We Need To Talk
02:44
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We need to talk. Silence for too long has meant violence on black people. Our racist history, means for white foks there’s never been a neutral. So many moments, have come and gone but what has really changed. There’s a direct line, from this injustice system to old white kidnappers. (Chorus) And it’s been wrong. It’s been wrong for so damn long. Reforms don’t work. We need to change the whole damn system. This brutal hatred, is built into our schools police and prisons. Whole generations, been locked up by the lies of hegemonic architects. Let’s now unseat them. Tear down their symbols and destroy their institutions. Brick by brick, we will rebuild with equity you lead I’ll follow. (Chorus)
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Vices
02:53
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I was only a boy back of my ears was wet. Witches face burned in my brain never gonna forget. Alleyways with gravel stones forests filled with trees. These are the places of my faded memories. Stepped into a world of criminals and gangs. Naive young man from the burbs gangster taught me game. Suddenly surrounded by acid and cocaine. Those drugs of rainbow colors left some straight up insane. (Chorus) I lost myself but I became someone else. I took that wild ride and made it out the other side. I lost friends along the way but what else can I say, other than thank you you made me who I am today. Drink has been callin my name ever since the time, at the age of fourteen I stole my parent’s wine. After my friend John died off the deep end there I went. Struggles with the bottle to this day do not reLent. (Chorus) I have learned a few things that you might have heard before. When that floor turns to snakes it’s time to find the door. If it feels so good it can’t possibly be true, screw around long enough that shit will kill you. (Chorus)
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Surrenderin'
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Suddenly this rage is, up on me again. Can’t think can’t see, and my patience thin. Lies of the unkind, split my skin, my weakness my flaws, exposed again. Beer wine and whiskey, they don’t help much. Just to blow off steam, they’re far too rough. (Chorus) Can’t control this state I find myself in, shaken to my roots, surrenderin. Lost my face so many times before, gotta get back to that summer breeze through that old screen door. Mercury risin, boiled blood, empty threats ring hollow with a lack of love. I try to imagine, what you been through. Where you come from your family, and how you grew. Stare straight ahead, don’t engage. My mind is my freedom, and yours your cage. (Chorus) Hope you find some way, to put your mind at ease. I know it ain’t all your fault, you’re being squeezed. Gotta find some way, to put that food on the table. See your bones through fingers, you’ll work as hard as you’re able. There’s a larger picture, hangin’ on the wall. Guess we’ll all be angry, ‘til we see it fall.
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Lost Voices Oakland, California
Lost Voices was started in the fall of 2019 as a way to find a singing voice again. It draws on the Americana and Folk traditions of the 20th century, reimagined in the urban setting.
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