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LONG WAY FROM HOME
The well is dry, the stream is gone.
You used to think you were the lucky one, lucky one.
Debts on the rise, you're on the take,
and what you don't have you have to fake, fade away.
Such a long way from home, a long way from home.
You used to cry, but now you run.
Can't rely on things to come, what's become?
The road got cold, you burned your load,
the dreams you dropped took out your soul, down you go.
Such a long way from home, a long way from home.
There was a time, we were friends,
when you said you'd always be there.
You'd always be there.
The trap's been set, the web is spun,
you can't connect what's left undone, left undone.
The innocence has all been spent,
now what you are you can't prevent, the discontent.
Such a long way from home, a long way from home.
Such a long way from home, a long, long way, from home
RESISTORY HISTORY RAP
Mister, I’m you’re sister and I’m gonna make some waves ---
a doll, a babe, a chick, a dame; stake a claim and make me tame?
A honey, bunny, cutie pie; a toy for boys at beddy-bye,
that’s what I am by his side -- from his side?
Just to fit into his eyes he shrunk us down to pleasure size,
a tootse, a ma, a maid for life, then put us down as man and wife.
Man and wife ? -- pardon me?
Trying to behave, flying from the cave, history’s my mystery, lying here enslaved.
And if I don’t agree with he, he’s got some other names for me,
like nag and bitch and hag and witch, he can’t handle an equal switch, that is, of course, unless I’m rich.
Trying to behave, flying from the cave, history’s my mystery, lying here enslaved.
Don’t father and don’t bother ‘cause I’d rather be a brave,
Mister, I’m your sister and I’m gonna make some waves----
In eight little words I can describe the plight of gender rendered blind:
female, person, woman, she; mankind, human, her, lady.
Search the words and you will find the ball and the chain and the great big bind:
--male, ---son, --man, -he; man-----, --man, he-, lad-, -- eee!
So we haven't a name as all can see, who's to blame, well obviously -
his-story, his-story, his-story, --- obviously (opens book) History...
In the beginning, so says The Book, written by men who taught and took:
HE said this, and HE said that, and HE did this, and HE did that. hmm...
(spoken) and HE made one like himself of course, of course
but little "he" needed a playmate for sports, of sorts,
so big HE conjured one right out of little "he,” and then "she" appears. Well...
(you know the word "she" looks a whole lot like the word "he", except with a snake in front of it?)
well, that's the story, his-story (resume beat)
Woman comes from man, that still baffles me, enough to keep me down 30 centuries.
They didn't have the brains to pick the knowledge tree, those naughty little men and their misogyny.
Well, I'm no spare rib, I can tell you that, I'm a bit of a lib and I can smell a rat.
If you know a man who has given birth -- call me anytime, anywhere on earth.
So let's right the wrongs and cut the curse, it's time to take charge, we can do no worse --
Hey lil' buddy, listen to me, you will need a historyectomy --
resistory! resistory! resistory! sisters teach your brothers and listen to me!
resistory! resistory! resistory! for shestory! shestory! shestory!
AFTERSHOCKS
Every story has a moral, more or less it has to be,
learning through experience, from good and bad equally.
First little piggy built her house out of sticks. Sticks.
Second piggy wiggy made his home out of stones. Stones.
Third California piggy had a nick out of bricks. Bricks.
But then one two three -- wee wee wee – earthquake!
Now, a fourth little piggy riggy'd wood and concrete. Yeah.
Forged in a foundation below the street. Neat.
Cemented on a teflon base bedrock deep. Deep.
And would’ve lived happily ever,
except cousins 1, 2, & 3 -- wee wee wee --moved in after the quake.
He would’ve lived happily ever after
but cousins 1, 2, 3, -- wee wee woo -- moved in after the quake.
oh, one two three -- wee, wee, wee, -- look out four!
Lessons one two three - - wee, wee, wee, -- look out for --
Be prepared with the food, water, and door bolt.
Aftershocks can be worse than that first jolt.
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LONG WAY FROM HOME
The well is dry, the stream is gone.
You used to think you were the lucky one, lucky one.
Debts on the rise, you're on the take,
and what you don't have you have to fake, fade away.
Such a long way from home, a long way from home.
You used to cry, but now you run.
Can't rely on things to come, what's become?
The road got cold, you burned your load,
the dreams you dropped took out your soul, down you go.
Such a long way from home, a long way from home.
There was a time, we were friends,
when you said you'd always be there.
You'd always be there.
The trap's been set, the web is spun,
you can't connect what's left undone, left undone.
The innocence has all been spent,
now what you are you can't prevent, the discontent.
Such a long way from home, a long way from home.
Such a long way from home, a long, long way, from home
RESISTORY HISTORY RAP
Mister, I’m you’re sister and I’m gonna make some waves ---
a doll, a babe, a chick, a dame; stake a claim and make me tame?
A honey, bunny, cutie pie; a toy for boys at beddy-bye,
that’s what I am by his side -- from his side?
Just to fit into his eyes he shrunk us down to pleasure size,
a tootse, a ma, a maid for life, then put us down as man and wife.
Man and wife ? -- pardon me?
Trying to behave, flying from the cave, history’s my mystery, lying here enslaved.
And if I don’t agree with he, he’s got some other names for me,
like nag and bitch and hag and witch, he can’t handle an equal switch, that is, of course, unless I’m rich.
Trying to behave, flying from the cave, history’s my mystery, lying here enslaved.
Don’t father and don’t bother ‘cause I’d rather be a brave,
Mister, I’m your sister and I’m gonna make some waves----
In eight little words I can describe the plight of gender rendered blind:
female, person, woman, she; mankind, human, her, lady.
Search the words and you will find the ball and the chain and the great big bind:
--male, ---son, --man, -he; man-----, --man, he-, lad-, -- eee!
So we haven't a name as all can see, who's to blame, well obviously -
his-story, his-story, his-story, --- obviously (opens book) History...
In the beginning, so says The Book, written by men who taught and took:
HE said this, and HE said that, and HE did this, and HE did that. hmm...
(spoken) and HE made one like himself of course, of course
but little "he" needed a playmate for sports, of sorts,
so big HE conjured one right out of little "he,” and then "she" appears. Well...
(you know the word "she" looks a whole lot like the word "he", except with a snake in front of it?)
well, that's the story, his-story (resume beat)
Woman comes from man, that still baffles me, enough to keep me down 30 centuries.
They didn't have the brains to pick the knowledge tree, those naughty little men and their misogyny.
Well, I'm no spare rib, I can tell you that, I'm a bit of a lib and I can smell a rat.
If you know a man who has given birth -- call me anytime, anywhere on earth.
So let's right the wrongs and cut the curse, it's time to take charge, we can do no worse --
Hey lil' buddy, listen to me, you will need a historyectomy --
resistory! resistory! resistory! sisters teach your brothers and listen to me!
resistory! resistory! resistory! for shestory! shestory! shestory!
AFTERSHOCKS
Every story has a moral, more or less it has to be,
learning through experience, from good and bad equally.
First little piggy built her house out of sticks. Sticks.
Second piggy wiggy made his home out of stones. Stones.
Third California piggy had a nick out of bricks. Bricks.
But then one two three -- wee wee wee – earthquake!
Now, a fourth little piggy riggy'd wood and concrete. Yeah.
Forged in a foundation below the street. Neat.
Cemented on a teflon base bedrock deep. Deep.
And would’ve lived happily ever,
except cousins 1, 2, & 3 -- wee wee wee --moved in after the quake.
He would’ve lived happily ever after
but cousins 1, 2, 3, -- wee wee woo -- moved in after the quake.
oh, one two three -- wee, wee, wee, -- look out four!
Lessons one two three - - wee, wee, wee, -- look out for --
Be prepared with the food, water, and door bolt.
Aftershocks can be worse than that first jolt.
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