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1. we are the women
we have the power to come together to save the day mothers before us sisters beside us daughters to guide us let love lead the way let love lead the way (let love lead the way) 2. we are the women we make our own choices we lift up our voices we are not afraid mothers before us sisters beside us daughters to guide us let love lead the way let love lead the way (let love lead the way) 3. we are the women all colors of skin and we will be voting on election day mothers before us sisters beside us daughters to guide us let love lead the way let love lead the way (let love lead the way)
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red today, i’m seeing red today i’m seeing red today not in an angry way red like a cross that saves on disastrous days or a heart that loves in fantastic ways read like the cartoons when you’re searching for laughter red like a curtain that falls from the rafters at the end of a play, we all make our way off the stage and i don’t pretend to be certain but i’m pretty sure that curtain will rise again it’s just a matter of when but I’m seeing red today... why you trying so hard to rein me in? you whistle when i trot, but not when i’m galloping is it getting out of hand, am i getting too wild? is it a shame i’m so untamed, so unbridled? i climbed up on my high horse cause it wasn’t safe to come down but i kinda miss the feeling of my feet running on the ground i don’t have no remorse cause now i've got a better view i’ll gladly dismount when i can start counting on you until you stop hurting me, i’ve been saddled with a burden you see that’s the only reason why i climbed up on my high horse you think i’m chomping at the bit i’m just trying to help you out you’re trying to throw me off trying to kick me in the mouth you wish i would just stay in the stable laying in the hay you don’t want no trouble long as i’m not in the way is the weight of the world wreaking its havoc is the state of affairs so scary it hurts is that venomous voice in your head automatic just letting you have it making you feel like dirt baby you're the damn grand canyon baby you're a big great lake you got that majesty, that beauty you can see from outer space all those tall sequoias they didn't grow in just one day you know a landmark kind of life takes time and time is on the way time is on the way carving marvels out of clay yeah time is on the way is the hardest part of your day in the morning turn on your phone, feel alone, and lament does the pressure you feel steal your breath without warning feel that furrowed brow forming making you feel irrelevant baby you're the damn grand canyon baby you're a big great lake you got that majesty, that beauty you can see from outer space all those tall sequoias they didn't grow in just one day you know a landmark kind of life takes time and time is on the way time is on the way carving marvels out of clay yeah time is on the way time is on the way coming round to save the day so slow down, let it pave the way yeah time is on the way she is dried out like the desert she is famished, all but vanished by design and her hide out is her cactus heart her own hand grenade, a barricade of spines the sands of time repeating she’s seen suffering before her future takes a beating for some man, some god, some war she is minding her own business steadfastly building castles of sand she is blinded by a raging son who demolishes and calls it all his land those poor holy rolling soldiers’ plights they can’t live without their virgins and whores to lift their strengths and spirits to fight for some man, some god, some war we are sucking out the venom of poisonous scorpions and snakes we are bucking this ecosystem til our mother’s deserts are our daughter’s lakes oh, wondrous, thunderous women together too loud to ignore no more curtsies at the mercy of some man, some God, some war i don’t want to pay a publicist to like me i don’t want to ask a journalist to write nice things about me i don’t want to beg my friends to come to my next show i don’t want to paste my stupid face on stupid clothes i just want to write a song that saves the world or pays my rent when chasing your dreams turns to chasing your tail you start asking yourself where the hell all the time went i don’t want to shake a hand and fake my admiration i don’t want to stoke or fan the flames of my frustration i don’t want to envy when my friends enjoy successes or provide for free bits of me just to see who it impresses i don’t want to be negative i’ll quit my bellyaching i don’t want to second guess my purpose or decision making i don’t want the past or future to chase me up a tree if i stay here in this moment, maybe my dreams might chase me i get to the point i'm sharp to the touch sometimes i'm out for blood it doesn't take much you're shockingly strong not as soft as you seem sometimes you are afraid but babe you can get through anything we are tied together sister we were born and bred and this time we will keep what we reap when we sow they don't know about this needle and thread i struggled alone got lost in the stack returned to my home i learned to attack you suffered enough all tangled and spun we will not be caught stark naked when the winter comes face to the furnace, tears up in flames i was the fodder, were you not entertained? you heard it cracking, did you laugh at that sound? fire is fuel when you're the hound i've taken orders and i've contravened i've saved the day, and i’ve fled the scene i could care less about castles and crowns power is pointless when you're the hound just allow me to touch upon the fact my knee was never bent i used to have a nose for blood but now it's gone i must have lost that scent it's a wonder i've seen love at all it must have been by accident i've taken prisoners and i've been behind bars i figure salvation is not without scars face to the furnace, nose to the ground fire is freedom when you're the hound don't overthink it, don't overdo it sometimes it's good enough to get up and get through it you don't have to kick every single wall down sometimes it's good enough to get up and walk around what's all this talk of getting on the saddle? what's all this talk of climbing back on the horse? what if the saddle's not compatible? what if the horse threw you off your course? what if the thing that you need currently is to stop indulging worry so repeatedly? question marks circle like sharks in your anxiety but their fins are only figments of the swim you see what's all this talk of persevering, all this outrageous talk of getting ahead? if persevering's too severe today, it was courageous just to get out of bed what if the thing that you need currently is to stop indulging worry so repeatedly question marks circle like sharks in your anxiety but their fins are only figments of the swim you see right this way ma'am to the finish line i was never in your lane, you were never in mine do what you gotta do, girl go get that win did you do it the right way? honey let's not pretend sometimes you must choose to lose with a shrug and a grin come with me friend to the starting line you know i got your back, i hope you still got mine do what we gotta do to begin again i won't fight for a prize but I'll fight for a friend |
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