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White Privilege I---I Money : Power : ClassEcho Cain
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White Privilege I---I
Money : Power : Class

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Covenants

Genre:

Folk Rock/Experimental Ambient/

Psychedelic Folk Blues

Instruments Used:

Midi Drums

Bass Guitar

Acoustic Guitar

Vocals

Electric Guitar

Tibetan Bell

Djembe

Lyrics:

[A beat with bass guitar and acoustic guitar plays a folksy tune]

 

Got me some money.

I got enough to get myself a beer and a house. 

Oh, whiteness is a commodity itself. 

 

I tell them all. I tell them all.

Well I tell them all. Well I tell them all. 

Oh, climb the ladder if you fall.

Business is a trade for an insider.

(An insider).

 

Got me more money.

I got enough to get myself a beer and a lobbyist

On Capitol Hill.

(OHH! Oh yes I do)

 

Got so much money.

I win every day on Wall Street.

Guess it must just be an intrinsic trait, nothing else.

(Oh nothing else)

 

[The acoustic guitar’s part becomes much more complex]

 

I don't want to interrogate. No, I don't want to interrogate.

I don't want to investigate. No, I don't want to investigate.

Oh what might I see? What might I find?

What might I feel? Oh what might I find?

If I question my race in time. 

Well I might see...

that White Privilege got me here.

 

It’s true.

A lot of our successes we can thank to our privileges, and we have to own up to that.

 

I feel better when I feel bigger.

I feel better when I feel bigger.

I feel better when I feel bigger.

I feel better when I feel bigger

than someone else.   

When they are below me I rejoice. 

Oh my race gives me so much choice. 

 

[The chord structure is stretched over twice the time as the bass guitar and acoustic guitar parts become much simpler]

 

European blood.

European blood.

Aren't we all so civilized? 

Aren't we so pretty?

Let's drink and be merry; we aren't dark.

We aren't light. We aren't anything at all.

We are absence. We have fallen.

We stereotype our world.

Fantasy indeed.

We demonize everyone.

Pitchforks raised to the Sun.

Sword been replaced by the gun.

Oh, what have we done?

   

Ungrateful for our benefits.

 

[Two snare drumbeats emphasizing the importance of the section]

 

Ignorant of our limits. 

Maximizing our profits. 

A striking resemblance to bandits.

 

It’s true…

 

Equal opportunity. Equal opportunity.

Oh it’s a myth bound by inequity. Oh equal opportunity.

The free market isn't color blind!

Wo’ho noooo!  

 

Pay off my debts

And I'll reside in heaven.

Leave me alone, my hoard does sate me,

only my money.

Leave me alone with my money! Come on.

Just leave me alone with my money, that’s what most white people want, apparently.

That’s what Libertarianism is.

But what can you really do with all that money?

What, make your life enjoyable?

Heh, such a small goal…

Such a small goal…

 

[The acoustic guitar and bass guitar fade away into a cushion of reversed electric guitar and Tibetan bell]

 

You can change the world with money and people just sit on it.

 

You only seem to take what you want.

We only seem to take what we need.

And yet you give us nothing more than what you don't want.

And we give you what you need.

 

[A lead guitar joins with layered voices of many pitches]

[The lead guitar draws the song forward, reintroducing the drumbeat with the snare and shaker added]

[A melodica joins as the lead electric guitar begins to be fingerpicked and the djembe plays]

[The bass guitar also joins back in]

 

The national pride is the disparagement of other kinds.

People of color demonized. 

Class drawn by racial lines.

 

[Higher pitched vocals and electric rhythm guitar are now added]

 

Black neighborhoods are bombed. 

Jobs are withheld. 

Segregate the children.

Segregate our souls!

 

Disempower poor Whites with debt.

Make them scared of who they haven't met. 

Poor white man full of aggression.

Turn from violence; resist your oppression.

 

It's the corporations.

The sense of dread.

The businessmen in suits of lead.

Silent killers in your pipes.

They laugh all through the night.

 

You might get a white person's wage

But your wages still suck. 

I wonder who's causing that hardship?

 

It's the corporations.

The sense of dread.

The businessmen in suits of lead.

Silent killers in your pipes.

They laugh all through the night.

   

Disempower poor Whites with debt.

Make them scared of who they haven't met. 

Poor white man full of aggression.

Turn from violence; resist your oppression.

Turn from violence; resist your oppression!

 

Join the movement over racial lines.

We will shift this paradigm.

America's racism won't die.

We've resisted millions of times.

 

[The lead guitar continues to solo as the bass and the electric rhythm guitar underscores its motion]

[The guitars meld together and draw into a tense reversed electric guitar section as an outro]

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