Silent Spring from Swidden by Blackbird Raum

the silent, the severed, the path of raven, the words are dead
one thousand ladies in ribbon all adorned
underneath the sun, underneath the earth
underneath an awful banner
and golden trumpets they're braying like clockwork mules
in a time of plague, in a time of war
the poisoned landscape, defiled by the factory pipe
the sickened land, the sickened sky
cold eyes are spying from the top of the pyramid
the government thug, the government snitch
but I want something much more different
not these factories of prisons
I wish that the earth was green again
I wish I had a gun in my hand
someday I will come back in from the cold

• Punk
• Folk
• Folk-punk
• blackbird raum
• Santa Cruz