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sly desilva - summer of love كلمات الأغنية

seasons change but nothing else do
the memories fade and the crowds do too
politicians pivot back, right on cue
and now you wait for the next man to get shot and k!lled
infighting, sabotage, a movement splintered
a summer of love turned to a cruel winter
but when that rainy season hits
can’t wash away all the stains in the social fabric
it’s in too deep
pain in the hearts of those who fight to the last
not all heroes wear capes, not all villains wear masks
in real life the bad guys get away clean
might even climb the ranks of this american regime
i seen ‘em throw somebody’s dead mother’s ashes in the trash and laugh
how the f_ck you reform that? (heh)
it’s not likely, but keep asking politely
’til then, black bloc march nightly
it was the summer of love until summer died
in a hospital bed on the fourth of july
blood splattered on i_5
you seen on the stream, omari cried
only silver lining, diaz love survived
summer season sets but the love still lingers
despite the tear gas, blast b_lls and beating_induced seizures
they came out in june, chanting and carrying signs
now they barricade streets
have you asked yourself why?
rage and fury just love that’s been wronged
don’t forget, hungry people don’t stay hungry for long
that’s why them thugs with badges roll out on patrol
so them affluent liberals could cling to they status quo
turning and turning in the widening gyre
the falcon cannot hear the falconer;
things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
the blood_dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned;
the best lack all conviction, while the worst
are full of passionate intensity (heh)
word to william yeats
it’s kinda like a cycle
words from 1920 echo through time and struggle
now 100 years later them same words still true
and how ironic, he was a fascist (ha)
maybe there’s a thin line that once you cross you can’t go back from
reactionary thinking once you seen a world crumbling
both sides know it, the liberals in the middle blind
asking why these kids protest all the time
they tired but they can’t sleep
smoke weed to treat the ptsd
from violent police and encampment sweeps
but like they say, “no justice, no peace”
and wouldn’t you really like some peace?

- sly desilva

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