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Chameleon Skin
05:23
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there are answers stuck to the palates of people
whose tongues are tied in knots
and they never know just when to keep talking
and when it’s time to stop
and that frustrates me takes me newly to the whetstone
to kick all of these men off of their bloodstained thirsty thrones
and I’m back here again in the same chameleon skin
I will be here all the while and you’ll be none the wiser
hanging still lives on your walls, watching as your time falls
in puddles at your feet, the droplets they will meet the ground
and drown all your worries cause time can be saved
you can burn all the witches before they can sing
you can burn the protégé who waits in the wings
you can beat us in this round cause time’s just a game
and I know better I know better I know better
I know better I know better I know better
oh I know better I know better I know better
than to play
there are ideas swimming in minds of people
whose words are turning to water
what do you get when you speak to the lord
we will each of us end up a martyr
blowing each other to pieces over the words of Mohammed and Jesus
we’re all living contradictions while our bodies run up their leases
so I walk out the door determined not to hit the floor
well I will understand eventually
at least that’s what they’re telling me
or we could start like Joan of Arc to move the mark
be smart enough to say this is reality
even if we don’t want it
to be
to be
to be
and they will tell you it’s a waste of time
to sit and turn your words to rhymes
but I know better I know better I know better
you know better you know better you know better
I think we know better we know better we know better
than to listen
cause if you can turn a thing inside and out
then you can wield its power
I know better I know better I know better
you know better you know better you know better
I think we know better we know better we know better
than to listen
than to listen
than to listen
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2. |
Manifesto
02:34
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take what I say with a grain of salt
cause I never do know what I’m talking about
I will never lead you astray
but I may not lead you to the place you think you’d like to be
take what I do with a look into my shoes
cause that’s the only view that’ll show you where I’m coming from
I never claimed to be happy at heart
but it looks like that’s the way it’s turning out
take my hand if you’ll be good to me
and if you’re not then I will take it back
I never was one to take bullshit from lovers
and I sure as hell won’t be starting now
take my faith if it’ll be of use to you
I never have been one for praying in a pew
but I know my god and I know she knows me too
so to hell with all your minor little details
take my advice with the knowledge that it’s nice
but it never really worked out for me
all I can say is you’ll know either way
when everything is at its ending
and until then, I suggest you sing
sit by yourself or in somebody’s company
until then, I suggest you sing
sit by yourself or in somebody’s company
take my advice with the knowledge that it’s nice
but it never really works out for me
all I can say is you’ll know either way
when everything is at its ending
when everything is at its ending
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Drones
05:17
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there’s a woman at the bus stop who’s wringing her hands
counting her change, shuffling where she stands
and she’s all bone and whisky paper mache
she puts up with men always wanting something
sometimes it’s her life or a savior or sex
sometimes it’s what they already have and not what they want
that keeps her eyes nervous and watchful and her face gaunt
but maybe sister one day we’ll all walk free
sister we’ll fly like drones through the city streets
she wants to walk free in the dark in the streets
she knows she’s much bigger than a princess story
and she don’t want all the daughters taught to keep quiet
for all the missing women she prays every night
and the underpaid the prostituted the abused the child bride
she says them all out loud before closing her eyes
and the last one she says for herself so that she may be spared
but maybe sister one day we’ll all walk free
sister we’ll fly like drones through the city streets
but I am not clean
I have fed the machine
I have made myself small
so that men could feel tall
I have not spoken up
not demanded enough
chosen men over women
chosen crumbs over living
but no more
no, no more
so how do I grant myself a pardon
where can I plant myself a garden
how do I grant myself a pardon
how do I plant myself a garden
how do I grant myself a pardon
where can I plant myself a garden
how do I grant myself a pardon
where can we plant ourselves a garden
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Nicole Olweean Kalamazoo, Michigan
Nicole Olweean is a singer/songwriter from Kalamazoo, MI and Riverside, CA. Combining genres like Folk, Rock, and a little Country, she delivers a sound all her own.
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