Arm in Arm
Mr_Yesterday
RIP Dick Gregory (1932 – 2017)
This is a sort of hymn…in triolets, no less. Also in Fm, sorry.* It’s a bit of an apology for Do You Really Believe. I wasn’t real careful with this, just kept doing takes until I had one that was OK. ZIP STEMs include the trimmed, gated mix of the two mono mic files, one close (Røde NT-1A), one picking up a little room (Blue enCore 200).
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Arm in Arm
(cc)BY D A Ayer 2017-08-21
We’re walking arm in arm across this land,
matching Freedom’s cadence stride for stride.
To sweep aside corruption’s evil hand
we’re walking arm in arm across this land.
For fifty years uneasy peace did stand,
bought by tears both sons and daughters cried.
We’re walking arm in arm across this land,
matching Freedom’s cadence stride for stride…
We don’t accept exception proves the rule
that some are born to serve while others rise
or that the eye of Providence is cruel.
We don’t accept exception proves the rule.
And he who holds that color makes a fool
should let his own religion catechize.
We don’t accept exception proves the rule:
that some are born to serve while others rise.
From west to east, then east to west we’ll trawl
driving spite and hatred to the sea.
Into the deep we’ll watch it writhe and fall.
From west to east, then east to west we’ll trawl.
When morning sunlight finds the things that crawl
out of the shadows of hypocrisy,
from west to east, then east to west we’ll trawl,
driving spite and hatred to the sea.
We’re marching arm in arm across this land,
Freedom’s voices shouting side by side.
Guarding truth with every heart and hand
we’re marching arm in arm across this land.
Where millions died more millions fight to stand.
not to oppose us but to share our pride:
“We’re marching arm in arm across this land!”
Freedom’s voices shouting side by side.
This is a sort of hymn…in triolets, no less. Also in Fm, sorry.* It’s a bit of an apology for Do You Really Believe. I wasn’t real careful with this, just kept doing takes until I had one that was OK. ZIP STEMs include the trimmed, gated mix of the two mono mic files, one close (Røde NT-1A), one picking up a little room (Blue enCore 200).
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Arm in Arm
(cc)BY D A Ayer 2017-08-21
We’re walking arm in arm across this land,
matching Freedom’s cadence stride for stride.
To sweep aside corruption’s evil hand
we’re walking arm in arm across this land.
For fifty years uneasy peace did stand,
bought by tears both sons and daughters cried.
We’re walking arm in arm across this land,
matching Freedom’s cadence stride for stride…
We don’t accept exception proves the rule
that some are born to serve while others rise
or that the eye of Providence is cruel.
We don’t accept exception proves the rule.
And he who holds that color makes a fool
should let his own religion catechize.
We don’t accept exception proves the rule:
that some are born to serve while others rise.
From west to east, then east to west we’ll trawl
driving spite and hatred to the sea.
Into the deep we’ll watch it writhe and fall.
From west to east, then east to west we’ll trawl.
When morning sunlight finds the things that crawl
out of the shadows of hypocrisy,
from west to east, then east to west we’ll trawl,
driving spite and hatred to the sea.
We’re marching arm in arm across this land,
Freedom’s voices shouting side by side.
Guarding truth with every heart and hand
we’re marching arm in arm across this land.
Where millions died more millions fight to stand.
not to oppose us but to share our pride:
“We’re marching arm in arm across this land!”
Freedom’s voices shouting side by side.