“She’s Calling” - a song about disregard
I wouldn’t consider myself a political artist, but every once and a while I have a thought or two…
Story Pairing
I had a bunch of stuff written, but it got real preachy real fast. I’ll keep this one simple. This cartoon I saw the other day I think sums it up better than my ramblings can (I had shared it on my socials the other day).
I think this tune has some great lines in it, and I appreciate the muse throwing me some bits of lyrical interest. I think this year I am going to try and be a little less nervous about scaring people off when I have an opinion that I want to share. I’m a strong proponent of being open minded and recognizing our similarities before our differences, but the idea of putting monetary wealth and power over the preservation and reverent stewardship of natural wonders… I don’t have any issues planting my flag on that hill.
Thank you for listening, and I hope you take a walk outside today. If it’s too cold or too hot, get over it.
Song Structure
*Capo 3
Verse: C / F / C / F
Chorus: C / F / C / F
Chorus (2nd half): Dm / G / Dm / G / Dm / G / C
Voice Memos
Notebook Page
Dec 2024
Lyrics
She's calling, we don’t listen no
She's calling, we don’t listen no
Too focused on the profit to pick up on the pain
She's shaking and shes screaming, begging us like rain
We sit and count the paper in the eye of a hurricane
She's calling
Well the preening politicians in their monday morning best
Go to war with their opinions and disregard the rest
They’ve been tethered to the company that flashes the most pay
Set aside their needy conscience it’s always getting in the way
See the people that selected those dogs in cloaks of wool
Just want jugs of fresh water and to keep their children full
And to breath in air not poison to lean into a breeze
Mother earth is fading, she's losing out to greed
Chorus (short)
The bill that stops the building of another dirty mine
Starts to step on someone's wallet, so they say that it’s just fine
What's a little more pollution when it means a slew of jobs
If we lose a couple workers, the top still likes those odds
It’s all buddies in the courtroom, the characters from before
They got the chair they wanted, so don’t hear us anymore
As long as we’re all bickering in the pits the built below
They treat her as they please, and we will never know
Chorus (short)
As they burn their mounds of tires, and petrol by the ton
They charge 10 cents a bag for the groceries when were done
Even though their giant shoulders inflated from the gluttony
Could hold a little burden, it gets passed to you and me
They’ve fooled us into thinking the only thing that matters
Is how much can you sell it for to keep climbing man made ladders
There's no time for nature walking or for sitting under trees
We’ll cut them down for mansions, to hide from all her pleas
Chorus (long)
Maybe there's a message, maybe there's a chance
If we free our public servants from the corporation trance
When numbers on a ledger start to come in second place
To the health of the only home that holds the human race
Then we can start connecting with our neighbors like we should
Stop fighting over diversions like they knew that we all would
They can have all the dollars, I’ll take deep breaths and take love
Practicing my sorrys, when she rings I’m picking up
Outro