LYRICS
They’re saying there’s less birds to sing
I’m saying, well, here’s the thing
If to the table all we bring
Is no and woe/woah
The same old thing
Who can stand us anyhow
Can’t understand us now
They’re praying the killing stops
Questioning was it the cops
If to the table all we bring
Is no and woe/woah
The same old thing
Who can stand us anyhow
Can’t understand us now
Offering prayers and thoughts
While their black heart rots
If to the table all we bring
Is no and woe/woah
The same old thing
Who can stand us anyhow
Can’t understand us now
Patriot pollute salute
Leaving all destitute
If to the table all we bring
Is no and woe/woah
The same old thing
Who can stand us anyhow
Can’t understand us now
- 230122_1917-Withstand-Us-Part-I.mp3
- 230122_1918-Withstand-Us-Guitar-Loop.mp3
- 230122_1921-Withstand-Us-Part-II.mp3
- 230122_1920-Withstand-Us-Interlude.mp3
- 230122_1922-Withstand-Us-Part-III.mp3
- 230122_1924-Withstand-Us-Part-IV.mp3
Chords: Em Am Am7 / Am Em Em7 / G Am Em
Instrumentation: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Loop Pedal, Keyboards (Korg PS60, MicroKorg)
An improvisational song written and recorded on-the-fly as a digital 1-track