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Speak My Mind

by Rue Snider

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This isn’t where I thought we would be Half a decade deep celebrating white supremacy Fear is an easy sell, like reality TV Evangelicals chose the candidate of bigotry, the hypocrisy Privilege is ignition It burns in the alt-right These are people who think women should be in kitchens These are people still against miscegenation who think white men are maligned And they speak their minds So I’ll speak mine When you politicize reproductive rights You threaten the lives of people that I love When your immigration line is that it’s deportation time You threaten to destroy families that I love Dr. King dreamed about equality this morning I woke up and I felt like that dream died The successor to my county’s first black president Is a KKK supported climate change denying misogynist who lies Seventy two percent of the time It still makes me cry What do you say to the kids that wake up today Who aren’t Christian, white, able-bodied, and straight It’s hard to teach them to love even in dissent When ridicule is embraced by the president So now we’re standing in the present naval gazing at the past Depending on where you’re standing It might not look that bad, if that’s the case you’ve been had We can never go back This isn’t where I thought we would be Half a decade deep celebrating white supremacy
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Moving Me 03:28
I might have sent you the wrong message When I didn’t try to kiss you But darling I wanted to taste your mouth And feel your body soften as I pulled you closer to me And gently laid you down onto the couch Breathing heavy for the first time Touch your skin you start to moan The heat could burn the house down on its own Moving in rhythm like you’re moving me With that angel voice and those guitar strings Moving in rhythm like you’re moving me Moving in rhythm like you’re moving me Don’t know why the trepidation Like I didn’t want to kiss you Like I just came around to share some songs Not speaking aloud about your beauty Your eyes that cut right through me Wishing you could teach me to be strong Breathing heavy for the first time Touch your skin you start to moan The heat could burn the house down on its own Moving in rhythm like you’re moving me With that angel voice and those guitar strings Moving in rhythm like you’re moving me Moving in rhythm like you’re moving me Moving in rhythm like you’re moving me Moving in rhythm like you’re moving me Moving in rhythm like you’re moving me
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I live in America The home of the free and the brave Where a 28 year old black woman Can be jailed for not signaling One more American One more American Goes down I live in America The home of the free and the brave Where Louisiana badges shot a man already captive With a gun fired at point blank range One more American One more American Gone now I live in America The home of the free and the brave Where the public executions don’t involve the institutions Just the impulse of the police One more American One more American Taken out Stand up for Sandra Bland Stand up for Alton Sterling Stand up for Eric Garner from the policemen circling Stand up in New York City Stand up in every town Stand up for lost forgotten ones Stand up for Michael Brown I live in America The home of the free and the brave

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released March 3, 2017

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Brooklyn-based singer songwriter Rue Snider combines 80s alt sonics with a lyrical style reminiscent of 60s rock revolutionaries.

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