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My dady was a miner,
And I'm a miner's son,
He'll be with you fellow workers
Until this battle's won.
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
They say in Harlan County
There are no neutrals there.
You'll either be a union man
Or a thug for J. H. Blair.
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Oh workers can you stand it?
Oh tell me how you can?
Will you be a lousy scab
Or will you be a man?
Don't scab for the bosses
Don't listen to their lies
Us poor folks haven't got a chance
Unless we organize
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
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Mourn at the Grindstone
06:52
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The story goes
One by one the other flowers wither before their time
Each one plucked by an unseen hand
Try as we might to hold on
Their names and faces are all we have left
But after each loss
We had nary a second to pause
The pace of each day
Sped along as we stumbled
This is how we mourn now
At the grindstone
We hold funerals in bars
Toil with loss in our hearts
This is how we mourn now
Without rest or relief
We turn the grindstone
Until the next loved one leaves
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Feast in the Dark
05:46
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Lo
A darkness so pure you can feel it
They crowd around the platters before them
A feast they can't see
They dig in with jeweled hands
A texture like umber, like wistful pork
It tastes of health and futures
Each plate
Worth their weight
In gold
It means nothing to them
They care not for the taste
They just care that they own it
Lo
Lo
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A Song for the Dead
08:00
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The nectar here runs thick and sweet
And leeches taste from all you eat
But your needless heed to drink your fill
Has come from you and always will
To forget
A thought that ought nought to flay your freedom
But to sour above the sore afraid
The past at last out of your grasp
Somethings missing, drink deep
The water here accentuates
The bitter taste of waste
Your eyes will lie as you imbibe
Again but see his face
The stomach churns and begs in turns
It yearns for more than nectar's burns
But still you let the liquid pour and beg for more
Drink deep and forget
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
The nectar here runs sweet and deep
It sieves and leaves you heaving leads
In evening runs the channel free
And leaches feed in through your sleeves
Your eyes will lie
And my disguise
Will fool no one
But some will die
We free see inward
Blind the eyes
That see the garbage
For the flies
You kneel before the healer here
To never sever feel no fear
A song for the dead, there are so many
Drink deep, and forget
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
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Monstruwacan Tucson, Arizona
They/Them
Doom Ritual project from Ambient musician Caldon Glover. Monstruwacan supports the fight for black lives and all forms of anti-fascism. Links to other music below.
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