Utopia in Williamsberg
Could we create the most beautiful love?
Did we ever run fully clothed into water?
All my ghosts have been killers; cowards of the night
they’d kill for a cure none of us dieing
I’d like to talk about the politics of the day
But you’ll have fun some other way some other day’s begun
Joe and I observed a movement at the Tuneyards
and we could feel it rising up
Music and joy coming to you
and we could feel it rising up
Fists to the sky, not taking no shit
And we could feel it rising up.
How I wish I could remember tender whispers in the dark
I’ve fallen far to this reap this reflection
You bought me one last craft beer, an unfamiliar smile
there’s still so much I saved to say
I’d like to ask you bout the details of your day
But you’ll have fun some other way some other day’s begun
And you want to go there
And you want to go there now
And you want to be there
And you want to be there now
Joe & I observed a movement at the Tuneyards
and we could feel it rising up
Music and joy coming to you
and we could feel it rising up
Spring it will belong to my friend , and us all
And we could hear the chorus grow
Emily rose; she could sing it
And we could hear the chorus grow
and we could feel it rising up
fists to the sky not taking no shit
and we could feel it rising up
Fists to the sky, not taking no shit
and we could feel it rising up.