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This Fire Has Burned Too Long
(© Anders/Brown/Gallardo)
This fire burns us all
Forging what
We thought we knew
Our history disowned
This fire goes beyond
Fuel some up
But melt all down
Too hot for anyone
This heat just burns us up
We cannot fear too much
And I fear this fire has burned too long
Can’t save us now
And I fear it’s gonna burn us up
He’s the arsonist some chose
To lead the main
Fire brigade
New civil service lows
We’re complicit as a whole
The arsonist
An aspect of
A pyromania core
This heat just burns us up
We cannot fear too much
And I fear this fire has burned too long
Can’t save us now
And I fear it’s gonna burn us up
This fire is our own
It's this that defines our home
And I fear this fire has burned too long
Can’t save us now
And I fear this fire has burned too long
Nowhere to go
And I fear this fire has burned too long
Burns from our core
And I fear it’s gonna burn us up
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Who'll Stop the Rain
02:29
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How Low and Why
03:29
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How Low and Why
(© Anders/O'Bitz)
How low and why
How low before we open our eyes
How low and why
How low before we can't ask why
How low d'we go with slavery then
How low our aboriginal sin
How low against the Vietminh
How low before it ends
How low and why
How low our wanton luxury ride
How low and why
How low before we can't ask why
How low d'we go with slavery then
How low our aboriginal sin
How low against the Vietminh
How low before it ends
So high we started for the times
So high the high for men who were white
So high these freedoms, and rights
So high so many held them up in awe and began the fight
Eyes on the prize
How low and why
How low so we can turn off the fight
How low and why
How low now that we can't ask why
How low d'we go with slavery then
How low our aboriginal sin
How low against the Vietminh
How low before it ends
How low before it ends
For it ends … for it ends
Written by Eric Anders and Mark O’Bitz
Vocals: Eric Anders
Drums - Andrew Rudd
Bass - Stephen Baldock
Acoustic Guitar - Tyler Nuffer
Electric Guitar - Jeff Fielder
Organ - Aaron Otheim
Backing Vocals - Lydia Ramsey
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Looking Forward to Your Fall
(©2005 Anders/O'Bitz)
The higher the climbin’
The harder the fall
Just an old sayin’
I hope says it all
Ooo, says it all
Don’t take it for granted
You climbed at all
Born silver foot in mouth
That says it all
Ooo, says it all
Looking forward to your fall
So good I bet
Looking forward to your fall
Your fall
Talked about “great again”
Racist whistle call
Jim Crow all over again
You’re okay with it all
Ooo, you don’t care at all
Looking forward to your fall
So good I bet
Looking forward to your fall
Your fall
So fond of Russia
It’s clever use of power
But what is owed to Putin now?
Is it a Russian Tea Party?
Are you and Vlad bonding?
Do you care … at all?
Looking forward to your fall
So good I bet
Looking forward to your fall
Your fall
Looking forward to your fall
So good I bet
Looking forward to your fall
Your fall
Written by Eric Anders and Mark O’Bitz
Vocals: Eric Anders
Drums - Andrew Rudd
Bass - Stephen Baldock
Acoustic Guitar - Tyler Nuffer
Electric Guitar - Jeff Fielder
Organ - Aaron Otheim
Violin arrangement and performance - Garrett Reynolds
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Inside the Sacrifice Zones*
(©2016 Anders/Brown/Nuffer)
Here inside this zone of sacrifice
EPA’s not welcome with advice
The company’s the one on which we rely
The company means jobs but we pay the price
Nothing to do, can’t be undone
Dirt poor yet the billionaire is the one
To whom we sing our hell-fire songs?
And who are these suits singing along?
And why do our songs last so long?
No one really knows how we get it so wrong
Here inside the UMWA
We remember all the mine wars to the day
We remember mother jones and how they paid
Forgot it all it seems election day
Nothing to do, can’t be undone
Dirt poor yet the union buster’s the one
To whom we sing our hell-fire songs?
And who are these suits singing along?
And why do our songs last so long?
No one really knows how we get it so wrong
Is it true
All our songs
Out of tune
Can they lift us up again
The local chorus so ill-attuned
We sing of home
Out of tune
Demand our home
Ill attuned
Not just your home
You don’t live alone
To whom we sing our hell-fire songs?
And who are these suits singing along?
And why do our songs last so long?
No one really knows how we get it so wrong
No one really knows how we get it so wrong
Written by Eric Anders, Matthew Emerson Brown and Tyler Nuffer
Vocals: Eric Anders
Drums - Andrew Rudd
Bass - Stephen Baldock
Acoustic Guitar, Lap Steel - Tyler Nuffer
Piano - Aaron Otheim
Organ, Electric Guitar - Matthew Emerson Brown
Backing Vocals - Lydia Ramsey
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Do You Feel
04:00
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Do You Feel?
(©2016 Anders/Brown)
With the news that comes
This decision’s done
What I call my home
No longer feels a home
And I’m not alone
With swastikas
Painted on the walls
And we’re ripped right back
Through the culture wars
I know
Don’t want to go
And I want to know
What you feel
For other souls?
And I can’t believe
You feel a thing
When you see
See us suffer so
No “great again”
It’s a sad time when
Only straight white men
Could really call this their home
Make it all their own
With “build a wall”
Painted on the walls
And we’re ripped right back
Through the culture wars
I know
Don’t want to go
And I want to know
What you feel
For other souls?
And I can’t believe
You feel a thing
When you see
See us suffer so
-- Solo--
And I want to know
What you feel
For other souls?
And I can’t believe
You feel a thing
When you see
No, I can’t believe
You feel a thing
When you see
See us suffer so
Written by Eric Anders and Matthew Emerson Brown
Vocals: Eric Anders
Drums - Andrew Rudd
Bass - Stephen Baldock
Acoustic Guitar - Tyler Nuffer
Electric Guitar - Jeff Fielder
Wurlitzer - Aaron Otheim
Backing Vocals - Anika Reichert
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7. |
A Man For No Season
03:43
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A Man For No Season
(©2016 Anders/Reyes)
Sir Thomas More
Did Henry the eighth
Ever test your faith?
Oh Sir Thomas More
Our royal line
Would change your mind
When it falls, falls away
Let's celebrate the day
A man for no season
Our head of state
A time of no reason
The folly of our wayward day
Since he is so false
As head of state
To treason equate
Since he is so false
It's a fool's brand
Of "united" stand
When he falls, falls away
Let's celebrate the day
A man for no season
Our head of state
A time of no reason
The folly of our wayward day
Oh Sir Thomas More
Administer a way
Though our state seems too far gone to save?
A man for no season
Our head of state
A time of clear treason
Oh the folly of our wayward day
A man for no season
Our head of state
A time of clear treason
Oh the folly of our wayward day
Written by Eric Anders and Rene Reyes
Vocals: Eric Anders
Electric Guitar, Lap Steel - Tyler Nuffer
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8. |
So Wrong
04:08
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So Wrong
(©2005 Anders, O’Bitz)
What's wrong
With my nation
Can only call it mine
For so long
Our innocence gone
No redemption in sight
No, not to the right
So wrong
Swingin' further right
So long innocence o' mine
How long before we set this right?
So wrong
Too long
Alien nation
Left one with this bile
So strong
But can we take on
Our historical trial
Without denial
So wrong
Swingin' further right
So long innocence o' mine
How long before we set this right?
So wrong
They say that they're for you
Don't they, they say
*While they make their fortunes
Don't they, they say
*(Don't believe it
Nothing there for you
They'll just keep singin'
Their false patriot songs)
So wrong
Swingin' further right
So long innocence o' mine
How long before we set this right?
How long beloved nation of mine?
So wrong
Swingin' further right
So long ignorance o' mine
How long before we set this right?
Can we set this right?
So wrong
Written by Eric Anders and Mark O’Bitz
Vocals: Eric Anders
Acoustic Guitar, Lap Steel - Tyler Nuffer
Organ - Matthew Emerson Brown
Backing Vocals - Anika Reichert
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Big World Abide
04:46
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Big World Abide
(©2006 Anders/O'Bitz)
Santa's small world
Not just a white lie
'Cause we went to bed
So safe inside
How hard to say goodnight
Big world abide
Telling our lies of black and white
Safe Inside
God's got a list
He's checkin' it twice
Heaven's the gift
For those who are nice
But still hard to say goodnight
Big world abide
Telling our lies of black and white
Safe Inside
Not innocent fairy tales
Red is the sum of this black and white
Dealin' in good and evil
These believers they terrorize
You might hope our lies evolve
It seems, hardly at all
From the big world we'll ever hide
Not abide … say goodnight
They said it was just a little white lie
We were told before goodnight
These lies of black and white
Stories for kids to feel safe inside
These lies of black and white
To which we'll hold and for which we'll die
Written by Eric Anders and Mark O’Bitz
Vocals: Eric Anders
Drums - Andrew Rudd
Bass - Stephen Baldock
Electric Guitar - Tyler Nuffer
Dobro - Jeff Fielder
Organ, Wurlitzer - Aaron Otheim
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I Hear Them All (This Land Is Your Land)
(© Guthrie)
I hear the crying of the hungry
In the deserts where they're wandering
Hear them crying out for Heaven's own
Benevolence upon them
Hear destructive power prevailing
I hear fools falsely hailing
To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call
I hear them all [3x]
I hear the sounds of tearing pages
And the roar of burning paper
All the crimes in acquisition
Turn to air and ash and vapor
And the rattle of the shackle
Far beyond emancipators
And the loneliest who gather in their stalls
I hear them all [3x]
So, while you sit and whistle Dixie
With your money and your power
I can hear the flowers a-growing
In the rubble of the towers
I hear leaders quit their lyin'
I hear babies quit their cryin'
I hear soldiers quit their dyin', one and all
I hear them all [3x]
[Instrumental]
Was a big high wall there
Tried to stop me.
The sign was painted,
said 'Private Property.'
But on the backside,
it didn't say nothing.
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the redwood forest
To the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
There in the shadow, Of the ornate steeple,
By the relief office, I saw my people;
As they stood there hungry,
I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Is this land your land? Is this land our land?
From California to the little Rhode island;
From the redwood forest
to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
I hear them all [6x]
Written by David Rawlings Ketch Secor (Woodie Guthrie)
Vocals: Eric Anders
Acoustic Guitar - Tyler Nuffer
Banjo, Backing Vocals - Lydia Ramsey
Piano - Aaron Otheim
Backing Vocals - Anika Reichert
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Eric Anders California
Californian singer-songwriter, Eric Anders, released his anti-Trump album, Eleven Nine, in the spring of 2017. The album was
produced and mixed by Matthew Emerson Brown.
See Eric's latest release, released as a duo with Mark O'Bitz in June, 2018: Of All These Things. Eric and Mark are working on their second duo release, Ghosts To Ancestors, which should be out early 2019.
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