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More Ballads Under New Regime

by John Burgess & Jed Myers

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STANDING ON 85TH How many footsteps our streets withstand The weight of our collective marching We gather as a testament Hoofbeats coming for a reckoning How many monumental moments pass Roped & tugged until base gives up History that remains in bronze Buckles like pounded pavement How many signs send a signal Graffiti doesn’t need to be decoded Staccato horns broadcast our message Fists & waves for we who stand
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CALL & RESPONSE who knows first who sees first who hears first who speaks first who cries first who shoots first who hits first who lies first who sprays first who bombs first who kills first who dies first who thirsts first who strives first who lives first who stands first
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LOVE DURING QUARANTINE Close enough to catch your breath Each touch reduced to airborne We take refuge behind barriers of ply When intimacy becomes imposed Incoming missives become mandates Blankets provide our only cover Let’s whisper ventilated unfiltered Mark the walls to tally each passing day Closer to closing this distance between us
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Oregon 01:11
OREGON Our sister calls She’s tightening the laces Of her combat boots Unmarked vans Patrol her disputed streets Circling for ideas to arrest She waves Behind makeshift barricade Where the line gets drawn
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TALKIN MAIL-IN BALLOT BLUES I’m gonna let you know how I feel I’m going to let you know exactly how I feel Don’t tell me I don’t count ’cause I dropped it in the mail Let me add to the tally of those opposed Let me add to the tally of those who stand opposed Don’t tell me I don’t count ’cause I dropped it in the mail I say watch me sign in blood instead of ink Watch me sign in blood instead of ink Don’t tell me I don’t count ’cause I dropped it in the mail I sealed your fate & even got my postmark I did I sealed your fate & I even got a postmark Don’t tell me I don’t count ’cause I dropped it in the mail My ballot was delivered now it's time you go I know my ballot was delivered so now it's time for you to go Don’t tell me I don’t count ’cause I dropped it in the mail
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Fake News 01:38
FAKE NEWS Tune in Tune out 100 channels Spin about Latest poll Data shows A spike or All-time lows Expert after Expert reports Who's the source Whose retort In real time Crisis unfolds Next cycle Story's untold One side Two sides No side Decides Streaming live Tweeting memes Experimental drugs Work for me News cycle Ready to spin Never meant To let you win Keep watch 7x24 A knock Your front door
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BORN UNDER A WANING GIBBOUS for Eliot Lyle Burgess-Lundin, b. 2020.05.11 O how hope arrives Wrapped in a rainbow As satisfied as Hotei Before the world flattens again
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ODE TO THE BUNKER II To your blanket-covered windows To your sandbagged front porch Protect what pursuit remains To your kitchen where loyal gather To your alley where patrol dog barks Protect what pursuit remains To your shut-down streets To your vigilance Protect what pursuit remains To your arms that embrace To your love that liberates Protect what pursuit remains
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Shitshow 01:06
SHITSHOW unravel begets contempt begets rigid begets order begets law begets clash begets war begets god begets more revolution begets more
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BURY ME IN AN UNMARKED GRAVE Bury me in an unmarked grave Your shovel leaving nothing but A low mound of dirt my monument Let my bones disassemble intertwine With holy bones of comrades With silenced tongues of poets Cover my omissions my impediment Like a manifesto never published I remain forgotten unforgiven

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How do we find connection in days of contagion? When did leaving our shelter turn subversive? Why have we become suspicious of others? What circumstances make it urgent to seek contact with others? Who do we turn to when it's time to stand up?

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released November 3, 2020

Ravenna Porch Session
2020.10.04 Seattle

Words - John Burgess
Music - Jed Myers

Recorded & Mixed by Jonas Myers (www. jonasmyers.com)

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John Burgess Seattle, Washington

John Burgess writes poetry in public places. His first book was Punk Poems from Ravenna Press.

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