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Ant Ballad
04:32
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“...so many of our fellow human beings and even fellow citizens could be so thoroughly attracted to various versions of ethical connection and solidarity. And it’s critical to keep in mind that when we talk about these two contrasting ethics, that there’s a sense in which we’re using them as ideal types just the way Max Weber talked about them. That when we, when we actually dip them into history we see the way in which they overlap, they’re intertwined, ideas… ” -Professor Cornel West
I want to save the World,
But I'm too busy trying to save me.
I want to do something right for all of you.
But I'm too busy trying to fix me.
I don't wanna be left alone.
Yeah I don’t wanna...
Here!
Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes
The world's anxiety (oh, it's your family).
Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes
The world's anxiety (oh, it's your family).
Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes the world,
We're your family.
Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes, Everybody echoes the world,
We're your family.
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Be(e) Sting
05:36
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I got this be sting walkin’ 53rd and Oracle. Woo! Tell me what the stars say! Seance psychology is trickin’ me to make-believe in him. I make-believe in her. Holy moment, Marina, mold it. I couldn’t help it. I was too alive. Zoom! The tension of this taut bow is pointed at me, is heartbeat increase. And when I lean, your pulled back threat seduces me. Let’s sing! Let’s circle around the globe! Go! But don’t let go! Holy moment, Marina, mold it. I couldn’t help it. I was too alive. And my skeleton, my heavy skeleton, was lifted away. Oh, true! Girl, you’re too cool. God is too cruel, for me. Maybe I’m not meant to mother, or love another. Oh, true! Girl, you’re too cool. God is too cruel, for me.
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“The eyes of the future are looking back at us, and they are praying we might see beyond our own time.” -Poet & Professor Terry Tempest Williams
I'm a Renaissance Artist. Yeah, I studied Boccaccio. I was livin' in Florence. But I had to get away. (Run away, Fiesole!) I’m ready for the Plague. (Run away, Fiesole!) I’m ready for the Plague. (Run away, Fiesole!) I’m ready for the Plague. Yeah, I’m ready for ya!
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Idgy Dean Brooklyn, New York
A one-woman psychedelic dream-pop band, with DIY beats and reveries built from the bottom up.
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