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MP3 file - The individual vs. corporate and police power

Music and lyrics: James Fredrickson
Vocals: James Fredrickson
Keys, bass, drums: James Fredrickson
Recorded at Folded Napkin Studios, Vallejo, CA
Engineering, mixing: James Fredrickson
Produced by James Fredrickson
Artwork: www.SaylerDW.com
Original images: Rawpixel.com/Shutterstock, Moha El-Jaw/Shutterstock, Andrey_Popov/Shutterstock, Adam Vilimek/Shutterstock, Voss Tau/Shutterstock

Lyrics

Woke up out of sorts
Walked outside, the sky, ground
Had a tectonic crack
Trees, buildings, nothing lined up
What our vaunted leaders declare
Is gaslighted dissonance
The ground once rock solid
Turned to mush

Who’s to know
Up from down
Friends from enemies
Have we reached a police state
Fear, discord, distrust, hate

Walking to work,
The junkies smile and say “have a beautiful day”
Wall street types, their hands out
Try to steal everything you have
Careful for the “bump and run”
While you’re distracted
Corporations steal your wallet
And the junkies ask “do you need help?”

The courts say “too bad you’re not one of us”
And laugh with the suits
“the law’s on our side, you lose the suit
Now pay the corp’s costs or you’ll go to prison”

Dante asked “why are you still in purgatory?
There’s a door right over there with peaches on the outside”

©2018 James D. Fredrickson, Jr.