"I Asked When Well I dreamed I went out a wanderin’ I heard promises become fables forgotten I saw bridges stretchin’ out across the water And towers pushing tallerI knew my reality was clearly defined By the fences put up around my mind I watched them thickening the walls over time Taller then any borderline I saw civilizations deemed insignificant I saw people’s history tattooed on their skin I saw families taken from their land Dynasty shattered and stolen And I asked when is the revolution I asked when is the revolution And all the burdens centuries accrue They get passed to every generation’s youth And all the allegories told in lewd truth I watched them grow wild and spread like the flu I saw the rise of an untamed industry I watched machines print a paper economy I saw my own self stand right in front of me And I didn’t do a thing I saw poisons pushed in the street Prescription pills mingling in the mezzanine With the whole wealth of doctors and pharmaceutical companies Still poor people were dying from disease And I asked when is the revolution I asked when is the revolution I asked when is the revolution I asked when is the revolution And I broke down at the break of dawn And saw looming in the clouds above the Pentagon As real as the Holocaust, as strong as the Parthenon Visions of Sudan, Iraq, and Vietnam And I stood silent upon a flooded levee And stared at the ruins of a merchant city And the president who came to dine with the noble He didn’t do a thing I saw three ships come sailing in Through the passage of the Caribbean I saw children coming home in coffins Millions marching on Washington And I asked when is the revolution I asked when is the revolution I asked when is the revolution I asked when is the revolution There Is So Much More When I heard the news, My heart fell on the floor I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore In these trouble times its hard enough as it is My soul has a known a better life than this I wonder how so many can be in so much pain, While others don’t seem to feel a thing Then I curse my whiteness, and I get so damn depressed, In a world with suffering, Why should I be so blessed?I heard about a women who lives in Colorado, She built a monument of sorts behind the garage door Where everyday she prays for all whom are born And all whose souls have passed on Sometimes my trouble gets so thick I can’t see how I’m gonna get through it but then I’d rather be stuck up in a tree Then be tied to it There is so much more. I don’t feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit I cant get used to my body’s limits I got some fancy shoes to try and giggle away these blues They cost a lot of money but they aren’t worth a thing I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete I need to get out of this city Lay upon the ground stare a hole in the sky Wondering where I go when I die When I die." Brett Dennen
Posted on: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 05:38:25 +0000