I'm a-posting this song for a couple reasons...I'll tell you the first reason, which has some urgency to it, and then I'll tell you the second reason, which is more to do with the song, itself.
In short, I don't like adding posts to this page without having a song be on the post, since this is a song-blog - so here's a song!
But given that this page is probably the biggest platform I have, I wanted to use it to do something important to me...I wanted to give people some resources to help fight an awful thing that's happening here in the US.
It's another damn pipeline. I can't say it any better than Honor the Earth's donation page says it: "Line 3 is a clear danger to our climate, water, and land, and would undermine the Indigenous treaty rights of the Anishinaabe people. Enbridge's route crosses the 1854 and 1855 treaty territory where Anishinaabe people retain the right to hunt, fish, gather medicines, and harvest wild rice. The impact of construction - or worse, an oil spill - would permanently damage their ability to exercise these rights."
Well, I'm hearing this week that Water Protectors, who are trying to stop this bullshit pipeline, are now being brutalized the same way they were in 2016 at Standing Rock. Fuckity fuck.
So, here're some links, in case you want to donate to Honor the Earth, or take other actions that will help the Water Protectors fight against this horrible, short-sighted, awful, ecologically destructive treaty violation bullshit. I'm pissed.
About the song, itself - which, now that I think of it - actually speaks to how helpless I feel about this whole situation. The song is an oldy, from 2005, I believe. One day, I was listening to my iPod, and it did this weird random shuffle thing that it sometimes does without any warning. It started playing this song, which I hadn't heard in years. I thought, huh, this is an oldie but a goodie.
It's from when I first started doing therapy, as a wee little baby trainee; and I came face to face on a weekly basis with people who felt helpless in their lives and helpless in their suffering and wanted any type of advice that would get 'em outta that suffering. This was back from before I used sample drums, so it's got kinda a nice little spare sound to it.
The lyrics are:
She had a moment...pure suffering
She had a moment of pure suffering
And she said this to you: She said, "Tell me what to do, tell me what to do, tell me tell me what to do"
She said, "Tell me what to do, tell me what to do, tell me tell me what to do"
She thought that no one understood her
She was alone in cold weather
And she said this to you: She said, "Tell me what to do, tell me what to do, tell me tell me what to do"
She said, "Tell me what to do, tell me what to do, tell me tell me what to do"
she thought she could ask her friends for peanut butter; she thought they could say the words she could not utter
And she said this to you: She said, "Tell me what to do, tell me what to do, tell me tell me what to do"
She said, "Tell me what to do, tell me what to do, tell me tell me what to do"
Here's the alternative player thingy, in case you prefer it to the one up top:
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