There’s a distance, I perceive
Between the summer and a dream,
Like a melody
Between you and me.
Like a work of art
Longing at the heart
Express what can’t be shown
Draw pictures of the unknown.
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Author: mikejopitz
Sufferahs caused by slavery
An’ live in the system (shitstem) that’s slavery’s child
An, live in the depot of slavery’s trade (in Jamaica)
Live in the dread pit slavery made
The Sufferahs got nothin’ to lose
When the slavery system falls
When the ego system dies down slow
When the empire system rots.
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Activist
Anna was an activist –she organized for the men.
She stood with them on the picket lines
And helped them get home again.
She never wavered in her belief
In the brotherhood of man
She gave her love to those treacherous dreams
Like justice and freedom …
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Suitcases (for Walter Benjamin)
The wind came up. A storm was brewing
On the night the traveler died.
He carried a mysterious suitcase.
Lost love travelled by his side.
But the borders were all shut down,
And the boundaries could not be known.
All the knowledge in the universe
Could not guide the traveler home.
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Streets
“The work is the death mask of its conception.”
(Walter Benjamin, One Way Streets)
He didn’t think he could get lost
Crossing those streets he used to cross.
He didn’t think he’d forget those possessions
That were so hard to get.
Crossing those thoughts, watching them fade,
Falling in love with the things he made.
As if in a dream, walking those streets
Fascinated by the things he meets.
Dis yer place is a frozen
An island in the snow
All the people dance so gritty
All the people move so slow
Dis yer place is cold and icy
The winter winds they always blow
Spend the time in the cloudy
Make the people oh so cold
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Beck Lost Cause
Mike Vocals, guitar and production
Tom Bass
Norb Jost Harmonica
Lou Jost Backing vocal
Caitlin Keyboard improvisation
Mike Reading, production of the track
In the ruins of the city
Cardboard for a bed
Sleep the great musicians
With visions in their heads.
At the end of Empire
Living in the debris
Arise the great dancers
Struggling to be free.
Mike Opitz Song Writing and Theory Project 