The Damaged Air Freedom Song

 

You want to talk about freedom

I’ll tell you about freedom

Freedom is not having to listen to you

            Anymore

 

You want to tell me about love

I’ll tell you about love

I’m loving when I don’t have to listen to this

            Anymore

 

You got your eye on the prize

And your finger on the trigger

Tell me what you’re aiming for?

 

You’re telling me all about success

Another eternity of listening to “how to make it big”

Success is when I don’t have to hear this

            Anymore

 

You cut my hair and dressed me up

I was your handsome lad in star-tip shoes

I was your born-again white man

I was your good example of what works

I sang in your choir at the top of the hill

I read your books and past your tests

I signed at the bottom line

I lived your American dream

 

And still the waters flowed

That science polluted with “Dilution is the solution”

And still the winds blew

Across the melted sands of nuclear test sites

And still the grass grew

Above the bodies you hid

And still the sun rises

Upon the darkness of your deeds

 

I’m not your converted white boy

            Anymore

I’m not your acculturated Indian

            Anymore

I’m not your behavior-modification project

            Anymore

I’m not the victim of your success

            Anymore

 

I stand beneath a polluted sky

And sing my freedom song

I stand next to these damaged waters

And pray for the ones I love

I touch the earth beneath the grass

And remember the ones who died with honor

I dance beneath the swollen sun

And pray for the ones I love

 

I ran a thousand miles in search of something

That was inside of me the whole time

I walked the streets of madness and opulence

In the darkness of street lights and howling moons

I rode from one coast to another and back again

Seeking signs and signals from a static wavelength

I pushed out to the edge of possibility seeking truth

Finding the insanity of looking in all the wrong places

 

I stood on the mountain top

And sang songs of freedom

I measured each song with circular rotation

And prayed for freedom

I measured time by circular rotation

As each new rising sun gave promise of freedom

I surrendered to the freedom that comes

From accepting the truth that lies within

 

With the first light of a new dawning day

My eyes are wide open

The light streaming in

Beauty and mirth surrounds me

 

In the hour of my awakening

I sit inside the damaged air we breathe

And pierce it with this song of freedom

And drink the waters that have flown

From the earth that holds the dreams and visions

Humanity can only grasp a small amount of

As the grass kisses my skin in sacred harmony

 

I am awake/I have awakened/Again

A-ho!

 

Oliver Loveday © 10.02.11.2:30am EDT

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