When I was an Indian, a Native American not knowing what ownership means, I gave up my island they now call Manhattan for twenty-six dollars in beads.
When I was a farmer a hard working farmer, I sold my soul to the land. But that devilish drought came and killed off my family, and turned all my soil to sand.
When I was a genius - a world famous genius, I figured out how to make bombs. But the government took and fully abused it and made a world full of sad moms.
When I was soldier, fighting for my country, I lost my limbs in the war. And though I stayed patriotic, I slowly went nuts and nobody loved me anymore
When I was a student, a tireless student, I’d read all the books that I can. But when I got through I was in so much debt that I never fulfilled my life plan.
When I was lover a, song writing lover, hope I didn’t waste too much time. ‘Cause that talking gets cheap, but them actions get cheaper, and never mistaken in rhyme.
When I was sailor, a fish stinking sailor, I admit my wife was the sea. But one day she got angry and before I knew it, the ocean had swallowed me.
When I was a human – a strong, lonely human, I learned that we born and die alone. And though I mastered technologies and wrote down philosophies, I forgot it all down the road, yeah I forgot it all down the road.
credits
from The Fledging EP,
track released May 31, 2011
Adir L. Cohen - Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica
Jed Kosiner - Drums
Vince Tampio - Cornet, Flugelhorn, Mellophone
Laurent Blanchette - Trombone, Tuba
Group vox - our friends
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