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Troubled Waters And Fortresses

by Conation

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The Silence 03:43
are these the days of discontent? and where I learn to settle in to the idea that this world will never end, until everything we know is taken by those who want it now and those who will do their best to fool us "somehow" by their profound greed and shallow integrity. I can't help but feel disheartened but I haven't fallen out of love with this world...yet this world of beauty this world of hope this world, so full of fear it's going to end right here the silence I feel helpless and dejected as these words fell to restrain me (speak from the heart or not at all) I feel helpless and dejected I feel helpless, I feel helpless my heart won't let go of what ails me (I think that you should let go) your words are weights used only to bring me down why can't they have wings and give me flight please hurry I feel like I am going to drown all alone
2.
listening to these political poets reciting policies to the betterment of companies with such heart like as if their words mean anything but to deconstruct these barriers to trade. we are expected to stomach and ignore their words and actions which defile our world and discourage our attempts to protest like good workers, good children, good citizens we shut up. this is what happens when tyrants orate. we lose control of our lives
3.
as I sit here today I give love and praise to the road and the car that drove me out of that place because to learn at that age of the hatred that sits at the bottom of bottles was a lesson that I could never lose I guess I was scared to take on those eyes and those fists, become everything that I endured as a kid. I have taken secure measures to ensure that this cage door will never open and I hope that is enough because I never want to hurt the ones I love so much. I am armed with this glass in my feet and a sharp memory, it has become a part of me and I'm not sorry
4.
it doesn't look like there is sanctuary anywhere it doesn't look like we can outrun this pain and rid our lives of this fear, it seems that we are destined to remain chained to this iron fist and governments of indifference at what length does the chain pull when you can't escape what's killing you? I would give my life for my family to plant their feet in the sand, to feel freedom for once in their lives, to sleep safe in our beds at night... and not be at the end of racism and hate black labelled by the media and the heads of state to feel freedom for once in our lives to feel free
5.
so much for slow motion catastrophes the world has turned on us again trying to take all that we have built and worked towards with our hearts and our hands well fuck them! they can't have it! this is our world and we're allowed to fight for it there is nothing they can do to change that we are not going to choke on their teargas we are not going to swallow their lies we are not going to sit down and shut up we are not going to cover our eyes we are not going to stand still while the noose is tightening we are not going to "wait for those who will be more merciless than history" there is a war on us, waged upon our voice and against those of who we speak our songs will sing in the streets and there is nothing they can do about it!
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in 50 years time what will they say of our lack of compassion and concern for the people in such obvious distress? will we ever fucking learn? we're convinced that the world outside is trying to get in so we lock our doors and hide in our homes put our faith in the government for more police and tighter laws and we think this will deal with the problems we won't face multinational corporations with a vested interest of centralising and maintaining the global imbalance of power, and as long as they control the money it doesn't matter who writes the laws they drive down the cost of labour to accelerate their profits while the media play us like puppets wind up the facts like toys...as always playing their games comparing a desperate break for freedom to pushing to the front of a line instead of a will for life

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Originally released on Compact Disc by Deplorable Recordings (DEP-22), 2003

Recorded and mixed by Geoff Mullard at Rock The Nation Studios, Newcastle. Mastered by Oscar Ganoa at Studios 301, Sydney

CONATION on this recording were:

Murray Ruse / Drums, Percussion
Dale Townsend / Bass
Heath Rowley / Guitar, Vocals
Genna Pyewacket / Violin, Vocals
Jamie Hay / Vocals, Guitar, Acoustic, 12 String, Piano

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released June 1, 2003

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Conation Newcastle, Australia

Jamie Hay
Dale Townsend
Murray Ruse
Genna Pyewacket

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