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cime (us) - 200 years… (and what came of them) lyrics

[verse 1]
phil ochs and nick drake
the burning torch of baroque folk i’ll have to take
will i end up like a dylan or a jara
will i ever buy a home for my mama
will i ever do anything at all

[verse 2]
or will the peanut gallery chastise me
for expressing artistic insecurity
or for saying something they can’t relate to
“it’s not depression p+rn, what am i supposed to do?”
never been asked to comprehend another view
so you just pick a few words out, one or two
surely this isn’t about me, it’s all about you
always about you, forever about you

[verse 3]
two+hundred years, what camе of them?
we broke our chains, now wе’re re+chateled
we freed ourselves, then we sold ourselves
just to feed ourselves, now it’s gone to h+ll
the bind is strong, yes, it’s stronger than the bond
of the union, which to our own past belongs
morazán still lives within us
he is not dead, hope is not dead
god is not dead, we are not dead
[bridge]
but above all else, i ask with full intent
how am i supposed to celebrate with laughter and merriment
when the independence of central america is still just an experiment?
(we are not dead, we are not dead)

[verse 4]
two+hundred years, that’s ten+odd score
five countries turn to seven or more
one is british, the other american
the other five are the aztlán of corn, amen
’cause i’m not mud and i’m no monkey
i’m a girl, an artist, child of the maize
and that bird is going to sing one of these days
one day, one day, one day

[bridge]
a back up plan seems stupid to me
even though i nearly didn’t get my high school degree
now i’m still struggling first year in college
but this time with the knowledge of beans and toast
the knowledge of strawberries feeling morose
the knowledge of god’s love for his daughter the most
and of the filibuster the snake and the jaguar
the car, the job, the dictatorship
being earnest and not ironic
with my conviction, i’ll stick
moving forward
or sinking or freezing
or being shot or raped
die in the revolution of my mind
by my own soft hands
cry to try and evolve
from my swollen glands
or just sit inside
just sit inside
just sit inside
just sit inside
just sit inside
[outro]
(after all that was said is done)
maybe someday we’ll look back
new tomorrows will be the yesteryears of old
choosing the right path and walking down it
totally completed, the project went gold
(after all that was said is done)
or maybe you’ll look back
and turn to a pillar of salt
punished for your hesitation
in retrospect, who will you blame?
(after all that was said is done)
who will you name?
who will be at fault when to rest you are lain?
who will continue your legacy or does it end there?
are you fulfilled?
are you insecure?
if you passed away tomorrow would you leave any regrets
would you leave any unpaid debts
would you leave behind any trace of who you were for all who come next?
this may seem pretentious but i promise it isn’t
look at the title of the album, what does it mean
if you’ve been listening the question is obvious, it seems
so lastly, i ask with full earnest intent
how am i supposed to celebrate with laughter and merriment
when the independence of central america is still just an experi—

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