Common Ground OUT 5\24

Well I heard you're calling it hysteria again

And I won't, no I won't take it my friend 

Cuz I made you

And you're still holding a flame

Let me out 

And come all the way out 

I wanna see you in doubt

I wanna see you in tears 

I wanna know that you're real 

Can you remember to feel? 

Let me out 

And be honest for once

I've had enough of this shtanz 

We gotta turn it around

I’m gonna make this one count

Cuz I heard you're calling it hysteria again

And I won't, no I won't take it my friend

Cuz I made you

And you're still holding a flame

Yes I made you

And you're still holding a flame 

Getting out 

It's getting out of control

I'm tired of playing a roll 

I'm sick of you taking part 

I'm going back to the start 

And re inventing my way 

Fuck whatever you say 

A witch can dance it away

A witch can love it away

'End of the month' 

Here comes the end of the month

I'm out of drugs and out of money

If it weren't so sad

I swear to God it would be funny

But I don't see myself

Chasing my own tail 

If it were someone else

It wouldn't be so hard to tell

It wouldn't be so hard to tell

But here comes the end of the year 

And I can see so clear 

How I've been crippled by my fear

I've been crippled by my fear 

But I don't see myself 

Breaking my own back 

If it were someone else

I wouldn't even have to ask 

No 

I wouldn't even have to ask 

But here comes the end of my life 

I'm out of love and out of balance

Maybe Virgil was right 

And art is made in hindsight

'Recall' 

Is it worth your while

You're just somebody's child

Do you 

Really need to work so hard? 

I've been watching for while 

I've gotta say I'm tired

Of all these social constructs 

Putting us down

Tearing us apart

I've been walking down these paths

And I've seen the faces ask 

Are we doing all of this wrong? 

And there is no right to wrong

But for the sake of this little song

I'll say we need to reroute

We need to recall 

Recall the social model

Remove the barriers

We live in

So is it worth your while

You're just somebody's child 

You were 

Never meant to be a slave 

To somebody's else's dream 

I mean, that's how it seems 

This doesn't feel right

When you're either lonely or poor

And I've been watching for a while

I've gotta say it's wild to see 

How much power you have 

And how little you know 

Once you're online

It's all rainbows and sunshine

Everybody's doing fine 

It's all going their way  

And you 

Oh you're on your own now 

Lonely as fuck, wow 

Must it be this way, how 

Do we make it real?   

So we, can feel okay to be 

Human as we are 

It's not all superheroes, supermodels and superstars 

We can have a bad day 

But once you're online 

It's all rainbows and sunshine 

Doesn't rain unless you're looking fine 

In a barn ass coat  

Doesn't matter if you can't afford it 

It's all on credit and you're liked  

So it's worth it 

Does it matter if you can't afford it? 

Abolish credit. Are you liked? Is it worth it?   

Cuz we 

We're dying for some real love 

Fake smiles made us feel numb 

We're losing touch with out hearts now 

How do we make it real?   

So we Can feel okay to be Human as we are 

It's not all superheroes, supermodels and superstars 

They can have a bad day 

They can go the wrong way

 They grow old and decay And that's the one thing that's real 

They grow old and decay And that's the one thing that's real 

For now  

I've been raised to believe

That I should do, buy and consume 

Everything and anything to be pretty 

I've been thought 

And I've been schooled 

On my own I'm just a fool

I need a man, who thinks I'm pretty

But then life happened

And it was all a lie 

I'm being taxed for being alive

For the gender you've closed in a box

With one color (boys are blue, girls are pink)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(Gloria Steinem speech “Address to women of America” 1971)

Sex and race, because they are easy, visible differences, have been the primary ways of organizing human beings into superior and inferior groups and in to the cheap labor on which this system still depends. 

I've been told 

I don't want no scrub

But it doesn't really matter

How he treats me 

And I've been shown 

Through growing up 

A girl in this world

That all I am is what I have to show

Am I pretty? 

A society in which there will be no roles, other than those chosen or those earned.

Is my ass big enough? 

Are my tits to your liking? 

Blond enough? Tall enough?

Is there more hair to shave?

Have I misbehaved?

Am I being too brave? 

Instead of shutting up 

Just being pretty

You know, you say it's about $1,300 

Of pink tax per year 

But what about the time I've spent?

And what about the tears? 

Ain't that pretty

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(it's all for my money)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(pink)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(I don’t, I don’t, I don’t even matter)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(and I don't even matter)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(pink)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

It really is a revolution