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  1. Blockadia

From the recording Great Big Love

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Lyrics

Too much comfort—means not outraged enough
That wasn’t a problem—in the Niger Delta
An Exxon Valdez—spilled every year
Yet not enough fuel for those—living in the poisoned land
Thousands marched—without a gun or a bomb among them
Flowed onto the platforms—like liquid life
In the end Shell pulled out—out of Ogoni land
Though tanks and warships—beat the people down
In the end the land heals—around those left standing
On the burgeoning road—to Blockadia.
And they sing:
 
Chorus: Love will save this place
 
“Look at the treaties,” said Grandmother’s voice
In a mysterious dream—deep in the American night
“But who will stand with us?” Spotted Eagle wondered
As a snake of black tar took shape in the corporate mind
The elders gathered—with some invited guests
A few nervous ranchers—in their ceremonial hats
Dusty boots and moccasins rode together into Washington
They raised a line of tipis—on the National Mall
Disaster divides—or heals and unifies, it seems
In the light on the injured hills—of Blockadia
And somebody says:
 
Chorus: Love will save this place
 
They’re taking all of the above—to get to all of the below
Some of us don’t see it—till it runs over our toes
From liquidated forests—to eviscerated hills
Oil bomb trains—leaky fracking wells
One day we refuse—one day our love says “no”
That’s what profit can’t get—can’t understand how it goes
I may never see your face—in Skouries or Romania
But we’re all shoulder to shoulder—in the heart of Blockadia
Wherever people say:
 
Chorus: Love will save this place