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lyrics
Heaven To Hell
I woke up this morning, northbound,
to the mountains, was the plan
The early bird at the terminal, had breakfast,
some fried pork and a coffee can
catched the regular bus with the locals, “yeah, I don't like the aircon, ma'am”
the words that bought me the ticket to ride
the highroad into the native land
endless sharp turns, slopes to the left and to the right, hundreds of meters low
back in the 60's or 70's, must have been one hell of a road to go
still a challenging ride, with a beautiful sight,
for eight hours, or so
I got lost in the landscape, even I knew my destination though,
the café St. Joe, the café St. Joe
I couldn't hold back, took out the camera and some pictures for the good memories,
I managed to slow down the time-flow, oh,
what a remedy
and then a first hince, a glimpse, of what was expecting me,
rice fields on steep slopes, passionately man-made, unspeakable beauty
generations of man dedicated to only one goal:
to feed all of their children sufficient, so they would survive and save their souls
the common sense outruling individualism,
that's what I've been missing, sure, you know
to the better of all, and I could feel it grow inside of me
when suddenly,
I noticed some signs in the fields, picturing words of disgrace
the poor proof of greed, of capitalism overruling the human race
Monsanto, Pioneer, it ain't the world you feed, it's just your financial needs,
I spit on your face
insecticide seeds, that's kind of a homicide, not the nutricional ace
but now, after ten years of spoiling South America,
history proves you wrong,
bugs growing resistance, like we should, but you just keep moving on,
putting Asia under pressure, they should know better,
but the unions are weak and not strong
and you still carry on and you still carry on
until every diversity's gone
and now, here, in the middle of nowhere,
in an area under the United Nations' protection
you spreading your unfertile semen
ready to take charge of some serious action, again,
creating dependency, that's the tendency in this section of land
but still hope the indigenous are wise enough to take faith in their own hand
now to the refrain:
we, the people,
living our lives in passion and faith
will for sure, and truely,
be the ones dancing on your graves in the end
and with all the happy days, and compassionate hours we spent
we're not afraid to say:
“We're equally born with a death sentence”
credits
from dithyrambs,
released January 11, 2019
Yuki Streif: Acoustic Guitar and Piano
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