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"I wrote the lyrics for “A Seat at the Table” on January 6, 2021. I was at home wracked with covid, and so I watched the events of that day alternating between the screen and the steamed towel I needed to help me breathe. Fevered and quarantined during a once-in-a-century-pandemic, I heard a familiar ritual: TV news first broadcast violent chaos, then honed analysis, and in time, a body count.
I was in 5th grade when Columbine happened. My memory of it is eerily familiar: I was home sick from school watching TV when around noon the channel abruptly cut to pictures of kids my older brother’s age splattered with blood, falling half-conscious out of windows to escape. My 7th grade class in Pittsburgh was sent home early because we still did not know the whereabouts of Flight 93 on 9/11.
Every one of my peers shares in a wealth of experiences like these. They are our generation’s “where were you when” moments. Television offered us just enough distance that life appeared able to go on, only with another modicum more generalized mortal fear than the time before.
We went on to be the first generation in American history to do worse than our parents.
We came of age in the dregs of late-stage capitalism. While feckless, cowardly politicians shielded special interests like the gun lobby and broke taxes for the rich; The Supreme Court decided that corporations were people; and the U.S. went into a 20-year unjust, racist war.
Our adulthood arrived to a broken promise — our generation’s seat at society’s table was pulled from under us, leaving us locked in survival-mode by design.
That survival, both individual and collective, physical and economic, is outside of our control. Our greatest threat is being in the wrong place at the wrong time."
lyrics
I heard the sigh of the tired collective
Bellow above me
Then it’s muffled in austerity
Familiar, another disaster
In my generation
Body counting as a ceremony
Bury, bury it deeper
I should work harder
Metal bursting from machinery
The spirit, the beauty of patience
I should drink water
Oh the fiction of autonomy
Please don’t let it go to waste
Please don’t let it go to waste
Please don’t ever go away
I felt the beat of the passenger pulses
Drumming around me
Disappearing from our memory
Familiar, another event
And the victims by proxy
The promise of prosperity
I’m chasing, or being chased
I just have to be smarter
Needle the bandit coming after me
Get even, climb up the ladder
That keeps growing taller
Maybe bring it up in therapy
Please don’t let it go to waste
Please don’t let it go to waste
Please don’t ever go away
We see that our seat has been taken
Our seat at the table
The wrong place, the wrong time
The wrong reasons
Fish in a barrel
Existence of evil
The bedrock of my memory
Shifting, clang in the darkness
I learn who I am
In the crush of an atrocity
Set on us, since we got started
Since we began
Able-bodied for the company
Please don’t let it go to waste
Please don’t let it go to waste
Please don’t ever look away
Please don’t ever go away
credits
released April 5, 2023
Performed by: Big Bliss
Written by: Cory Race, Tim Race, Wallace May
Produced by: Jonathan Schenke
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