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Inspired by "Nottamun Town", Dylan's "Masters of War", and the current US military-industrial-business-church complex, particularly the responses of US religious and political leaders against Mexicans as well as Syrian refugees throughout 2015 and 16, views largely voiced and embodied in the rise of Trump.

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God damn all your speeches, your brave and your free.
To hell with your preachers that poison the seas.

To hell with your dependence on oil and death.

God damn your insistence the poor pay your debts.




A curse on your churches for selling the world,

And blessing her killers with war-flags unfurled.




Your CEO preachers, your government choirs,

God's money for missiles,

Red carpets for liars.




God damn you, America, I give and I give.

Now I'm building go your walls so my children can live.




Your statue still welcomes the poor and the sick.

While refugee shorelines wash up dead little kids.




Whose problems are these? Well, somebody else's.

But we'll send troops and drones

To clean up the messes.




While your bobble-head racists, they rake in the ratings.

Don't know what's up next

But I'm tired of waiting.




Well, waiting and watching

Our futures unravel.

While the straw-boss turned sheriff

Sits high in his saddle




And bellows, Remember

That freedom ain't free!

And all us cotton pickers

We sigh quietly.




We don't need a sermon

On freedom from slavers.

Yeah the cat's in the cradle

And she offers no favors.




Yeah the cat's in the cradle

And no righteous behavior

Will count for a thing

'Til it's out of the swing.





God damn all your speeches, your brave and your free.

To hell with your preachers that poison the seas.

To hell with your dependence on oil and death.

God damn your insistence the poor pay your debts.




A curse on your churches for selling the world,

And blessing her killers with war-flags unfurled.




Yeah we don't need a sermon

On freedom from slavers.

Yeah the cat's in the cradle

And she offers no favors.




Yeah the cat's in the cradle

And no righteous behavior

Will count for a thing

'Til it's out of the swing.




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EXTRA VERSES

As these borders keep rising

With your stocks and your savings

Don't know what comes next

But I'm tired of waiting




For a nation of warlords

and immigrant kings

To remember the songs

That all caged birds must sing.

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from 이​산​: This Mountain, released November 7, 2016

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Seth Mountain 이산 South Korea

Seth Martin (aka Seth Mountain or 이산), is a roots musician originally from the Pacific Northwest (US).

Continuing in the radical tradition of artists like Pete Seeger, Woody Guthrie, and Utah Phillips, Martin has been living in Seoul since 2015. He regularly performs with Korean and foreign folk, indie and rock acts.

"Quite possibly the closest thing we have to Woody Guthrie."
--Bill Mallonee
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