Dead Fox – Courtney Barnett

Jen insists that we buy organic vegetables
And I must admit that I was a little skeptical at first
A little pesticide can’t hurt
Never having too much money, I get the cheap stuff at the supermarket
But they’re all pumped up with shit
A friend told me that they stick nicotine in the apples
If you can’t see me, I can’t see you
Heading down the Highway Hume
Somewhere at the end of June
Taxidermied kangaroos are littered on the shoulders
A possum Jackson Polluck is painted on the tar
Sometimes I think a single sneeze could be the end of us
My hay-fever is turning up, just swerved into a passing truck
Big business overtaking
Without indicating
He passes on the right, been driving through the night
To bring us the best price
If you can’t see me, I can’t see you
More people die on the road than they do in the ocean
Maybe we should mull over culling cars instead of sharks
Or just lock them up in parks where we can go and view them
There’s a bypass over Holbrook now
Paid for with burgers no doubt
I’ve lost count of all the cows
There’ll be no salad sandwiches
The law of averages says we’ll stop in the next town
Where petrol price is down…
What do I know anyhow?
If you can’t see me, I can’t see you

When I Was a Young Girl – Feist

When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure
When I was a young girl I used to drink ale
Out of the ale house down into the jail house
My body’s salivated and Hell is my doom

Come mama, come papa and sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me and pity my case
My poor head is aching my sad heart in breaking
My body’s salivating and Hell is my doom

Please send for the preacher to come and pray for me
And send for the doctor to heal all my wounds
My poor head is aching my sad heart is breaking
My body’s salivating and I’m bound to die

One morning, one morning, one morning in May
I saw this young lady all wrapped in white linen
All wrapped in white linen and called out the plague

Fracking – Tanya Tagaq

“Animism includes a frightening track called Fracking, and Tagaq is quick to point out that the government wants to start seismic testing in Pond Inlet. ‘In the Canadian prime minister’s eyes, Inuit people are a problem because we are demanding our rights and blocking resource development because we don’t want our land to be ruined.'” (The Guardian – Tanya Tagaq: the polar punk who makes Björk sound tame)

Link to Article: http://www.theguardian.com/music/2015/may/17/tanya-tagaq-interview-animism

Big Yellow Taxi –  Joni Mitchell

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
And they charged all the people
A dollar and a half to see ’em
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And they put up a parking lot

Hey farmer farmer
Put away that D.D.T. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot

El condor Pasa – Simon and Garfunkel

I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would
If I could, I surely would
Hmm mmm

Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound, its saddest sound
Hmm mmm

I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would
If I only could, I surely would
Hmm mmm

Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound, its saddest sound
Hmm mmm

I’d rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would
If I could, I surely would

Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound, its saddest sound
Hmm mmm

I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would
If I only could, I surely would

Killing in the Name  – Rage Against the Machine

Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me! x16
Motherfucker!
Uggh!

Graveyard – Feist

The graveyard, the graveyard all full of light
The only age, the beating heart is empty of life
Dirt and grass, a shadow heart; the moon sails past
Blood as ice is an empty crisis, lonely it lies

Whoa-ah-ah-ah ah-ah, bring ’em all back to life [x4]

Roots and lies, roots and lies, our family tree is old
From there we climb the golden hill, calmly will eternity
I held your heart, a giant wand; all tell of sorrow
And history begins to be blue and brown eyes

Whoa-ah-ah-ah ah-ah, bring ’em all back to life [x8]

The Giving Tree – Plain White T’s

All the leaves on the giving tree have fallen
No shade to crawl in underneath
I got scars from a pocket knife
Where you carved your heart into me

If all you wanted was love
Why would you use me up
Cut me down, build a boat, and sail away
When all I wanted to be was your giving tree
Settle down, build a home, and make you happy?

I lie in the dead of night and I wonder
Whose covers you’re between
And it’s sad laying in his bed
You feel hollow, so you crawl home back to me

If all you wanted was love
Why would you use me up
Cut me down, build a boat, and sail away
When all I wanted to be was your giving tree
Settle down, build a home, and make you happy?

Well, I see a trail that starts
A line of broken hearts behind you
That lead you back to me
The once sad and lonely fool
With nothing left but roots to show, oh

If all you wanted was love
Why would you use me up
Cut me down, build a boat, and sail away
When all I wanted to be was your giving tree
Settle down, build a home, and make you happy?
Settle down, build a home, and make you happy?

Gold Guns Girls – Metric

All the gold and the guns in the world couldn’t get you off
All the gold and the guns and the girls couldn’t get you off
All the boys, all the choices in the world

I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said better luck next time
I don’t wanna bend like the bad girls bend
I just wanna be your friend, is it ever gonna be enough?

Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough?

Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough?

All the lace and the skin in the shop couldn’t get you off
All the toys and the tools in the box couldn’t get you off
All the noise, all the voices never stop

I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said better luck next time
I don’t wanna bend like the bad girls bend
I just wanna be your friend while you’re giving me a hard time

I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said

Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough?

Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough?

Ooh, ooh
More and more, more and more
More and more, more and more
And more and more, more and more
More and more and more and more

More and more, more and more
More and more, more and more
And more and more, more and more
More and more and more and more
(Is it ever gonna be enough?)

More and more, more and more
More and more, more and more
(Is it ever gonna be enough?)
And more and more, more and more
(Is it ever gonna be enough?)
More and more and more and more
(Is it ever gonna be enough?)

More and more, more and more
More and more, more and more
(Is it ever gonna be enough?)
And more and more, more and more
(Is it ever gonna be enough?)
More and more and more and more
(Is it ever gonna be enough?)

More and more, more and more
More and more, more and more
(Is it ever gonna be enough?)
And more and more, more and more
(Is it ever gonna be enough?)
More and more and more and more
(Is it ever gonna be enough?)

More and more, more and more
More and more, more and more
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough?

Burn Your Village to the Ground – A Tribe Called Red

“Thanksgiving is a complicated holiday for Native people. In a way, each day is a day of thanksgiving to the Creator for the original people of Turtle Island. This doesn’t mean that we don’t enjoy turkey, pie and family as much as the next person, but at the same time the Thanksgiving myth largely shared in mainstream culture perpetuates a one sided view of a complicated history surrounding this holiday.”

Read more at: http://indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com/2014/12/03/its-wednesday-and-tribe-called-red-will-burn-your-village-ground-free-158110