a song about walking around san francisco the day after the revolution, inspired by a particularly awesome Reclaim the Streets event.
lyrics
“Beautiful”
It was like a block party, that covered the whole globe
Everybody in the streets singing with they’re whole souls
Screamin and dancing, breaking the beat
As the walls all around tumbled down in defeat
It was beautiful, like nothing that I’ve ever seen
When the people woke up and wiped the slate clean
Been building for years, distilled from the tears
Of a million men slain, sacrificed to fear
And then finally, all of a sudden, the damn cracked
And the rivers broke free as the walls of the past
Crumbled to dust, swept away by the tide
And it felt so good, just to be alive
It was like the whole world had been scared to breathe
And when it all came down you could feel the relief
From every living thing everywhere
As a shout of pure joy filled the air
And it was beautiful
I ain’t talking bout protest, it was more then that
Not a call for reform, but a victory dance
More then celebration it was pure elation
A standing ovation for human liberation
and all our relations in every nation
Breaking the chains of fear and complacence
no more wars, no more invasions,
self determination, an end to occupations,
empires crumble as soldiers desert
churches abandoned people know they’re worth
Was always based on a pack of lies
And justice accepts no compromise
and we can finally be who we’ve always been
free from the fear of hell and sin
and it all begins right here and now
it’s just like dancing, we all know how
And it’s beautiful
Now I’m walkin down the road in the middle of the street
Not a car in sight, and everybody I meet
Is glad to be alive and kickin it outside
a giant black flag flying in the night sky
there’s free food an shelter for the homeless folks,
little kids in the street playin jump rope
The cops are gone, but there is no crime
Cuz its impossible to steal what is already mine
And when everything is owned by everyone
Then there’s nothing to do but just chill and have fun
And we’ll all still do what needs to get done
But we’re doing it for us, not because someone
Is threaten eviction, poverty or jail
Playin patriot games or threatinin hell
And I can tell in an instant, the difference is clear
Between work done for love and work done for fear
And it’s beautiful