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1. |
The Diggers Song
02:51
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You noble diggers all stand up now, stand up now
You noble diggers all stand up now
The wasteland to maintain seeing cavaliers by name
Your digging does maintain and persons all defame
Stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down, stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down, stand up now
Your houses they pull down to fright your men in town
But the gentry must come down, and the poor shall wear the crown
Stand up now, diggers all
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now
To rescue they advise, such fury they devise,
The devil in them lies and hath blinded both their eyes
Stand up now, stand up now
The businessmen arrange, stand up now, stand up now
The businessmen arrange, stand up now
The businessmen arrange, to bolster their exchange
Expand their moneyed range, and hasten climate change
Stand up now, diggers all
The pols themselves promote, stand up now, stand up now
The pols themselves promote, stand up now
The pols themselves promote, with bluster and a quote
They make you feel remote, and suppress your right to vote
Stand up now, stand up now
With all of you we stand, join in now, join in now
With all of you we stand, join in now
With all of you we stand, in union we’ll expand
The fascists will disband, we’ll remain here hand-in-hand
Join in now, diggers all
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2. |
Hegoak
02:48
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Hegoak ebaki banizkio
Neuria izango zen
Ez zuen alde egingo
Hegoak ebaki banizkio
Neuria izango zen
Ez zuen alde egingo
Bainan horrela
Ez zen gehiago
xoria izango
Bainan horrela
Ez zen gehiago
xoria izango
Eta nik,
xoria nuen maite
Eta nik eta nik,
xoria nuen maite
Lala lala
lala lala, lala
lala lala
lala lalaaaaa
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3. |
El Fusilado
02:37
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Listen close to this crooked mouth
For my story I will tell–o
I lived in Mexico by the name
Of Wenceslao Moguel–o
Left my home in Santiago
The heart of the city of Merida
Served with my brothers and sisters-o
For the army of Pancho Villa
Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Line up your bravest soldiers-o
Ten good shots, I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado
The Federales captured me
Bound up my arms with wire
Officer came he says, “Take your aim –
Steady your guns and fire!”
Bullet holes all across my chest
Ripped up my shirt and my body–o
Heart beat on through the silenced guns
To the rhythm of life inside me–o
Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Line up your bravest soldiers-o
Ten good shots, I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado
Fell to the ground, the officer came
One last shot to the head–o
Heard through the pain as he walked away
And left me there for dead–o
All went quiet so I crawled away
I wasn't giving up to the glory
Ten good shots, I took them all
And lived to tell my story
Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Line up your bravest soldiers-o
Ten good shots, I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado
Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Line up your bravest soldiers-o
Ten good shots, I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado
Stand me straight against the nearest wall
Line up your bravest soldiers-o
Ten good shots, I'll take them all
They call me El Fusilado
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4. |
Under a Stone
02:07
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How many years have they been hiding?
How many years kept in the dark?
How many years so cold and lonely,
Waiting for the spark?
How many more behind the woodwork?
Crawling around as though their dazed?
Now they're awake and slowly stretching.
Has the alarm been raised?
Desperate, yearning, seeking, burning,
Waiting for the telephone.
Deathly creeping, violently weeping,
All so mean and twisted, under a stone.
Only the light shows their true faces,
Madness revealed behind their eyes.
Trying to stop them in their traces,
When they materialize.
Under a stone they keep surviving,
Nothing is changed and nothing learned.
Trying to keep them from reviving,
Leave not a stone unturned.
Ranting, raving, foaming, salivating,
Suspended while the lid is on.
Strutting, despising, shouting, jingoising,
All within the minute that the pressure is gone.
Are you staying?
Are you going?
Are you hoping?
Are you praying?
Have you been listening to what I'm saying?
Have you been listening to what I'm saying?
Have you been listening to what I'm saying?
Have you been listening to what I'm saying?
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Crooked Mowth Boston, Massachusetts
Crooked Mowth is an a cappella quartet from the Boston area, conceived by harmony-hungry friends during the COVID-19 pandemic. Haley Fisher, Jennie O’Brien, Jim Henderson, and James Gerke deliver a rich vocal blend and unique arrangements to songs old and new. Though the performers already have a comfortable home in trad/folk singing, their goal is to make an impactful sound across genres. ... more
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