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Words & Music: Ruth Hazleton

Notes: 

“Those who profess to favour freedom and yet depreciate agitation, are people who want crops without ploughing the ground; they want rain without thunder and lightning; they want the ocean without the roar of its many waters. The struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, or it may be both. But it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never has and it never will.
 
Every one of us must keep demanding, keep  ghting, keep thundering, keep ploughing,
keep speaking, keep struggling, until justice is served. No justice, no peace.”— Frederick Douglass
 
 

Lyrics: 

State of the World  
 
Words & Music: Ruth Hazleton
 
Empires fall
There’s no reason at all
Why the hands that are dealt
Are not cards at all
 
But a gambling man’s game
And a poor man’s shame
No mercy, no honour
The stakes are insane
 
Will we slip through the cracks?
Like there’s no turning back?
Tip toe, tac toe, sing the old song
 
While your heart is still yours
The gamblers wage war
On the sorry old state of the world.
 
CHORUS 
Fight
Stay the path, take it back and
Hold the line
Lovers and keepers will never forget
The game isn’t over yet.
 
To bet all your gold
On bullets and coal
Play the last card
In a burning down house
 
While the poor man’s at odds
With the whims of the gods
Shadows and secrets
Are met with applause
 
The gambling man’s friend
Is the sword, not the pen
No story concludes
Without a tattoo at the end
 
While your heart is still yours
The gamblers wage war
On the sorry old state of the world.
 
CHORUS 
 
That’s what you get
When you throw the whole deck
At the sorry old state of the world.
 

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Release date: 

22/11/2019