written by L. Andreone, D. Navarro, J. Green,

Story

A contemporary nod to Marvin Gaye's "What's Goin On?" as heard on Amy Goodman's "Democracy Now!" Written during the Bush administration.

Lyrics

Teacher, Teacher did you not behave
Did you teach the children war is not ok?
Why you packing up your stuff?
Did they ship you out to shut you up?
What’s Happening Here?

Soldier, Soldier did you lose a limb?
To fight a war based on a rich man's whim?
Where are all your benefits?
Did they fund the tax cuts for the rich?
What’s happening here?

Don’t you know you gotta Rise Up
Seek the truth
Shout out loud
What’s happening here?
What’s happening here
Don’t you know you gotta shine a light on what you know is right
Right here right now
And say it clear... What’s happening here? What’s happening here?


Halliburton why you always there?
Reaping profits where there's nothing but despair
From the Middle East to New Orleans
Tell me, is there no end to your greed?
What’s happening here?

So tell me why aren't we out in the streets?
Demanding our commander be impeached?
For the sinisterness in his plans
The blood of thousands on his hands
What’s happening here?

REPEAT CHORUS

Devastation Desperation
Allegations DIS-information
Manipulation Intimidation
Interrogations Incarcerations
Indignation will be our saving grace...

Story

A song written two years into the Iraq War, inspired by a blog I read by an an Iraqi doctor who said the only good Americans brought to the hospitals of Iraq were cold storage for all the corpses. When this song was written, the death count of Iraqi civilians was not officially being counted. It is still difficult to find these statistics, but it is widely acknowledged by independent journalists that over 1 million Iraqi civilians have been killed in our name.


Lyrics

In a quaint town hall meeting
Staged by the President
Still AWOL From the Alabama National Guard
A middle-aged female patsy
Asked with all sincerity
Why the press focuses
Only on the negativity

Ooh yeah, the press is so negative yeah
Telling all the dirty truths, yeah
Nothin’ but the corporate truth, yeah Oh yeah

So the President told her
She should check the Internets
And I thought I’d try that too
Find the good despite the bad
And I found Iraqi bloggers
There on the Internets
Asked them what was the good news
Cuz the Prez said there was

Ooh yeah, all the bright shiny news, yeah
Newly liberated lands, yeah
Happy-go-lucky plans
To rebuild Whenever

Not their honor
Not clean water
Not democracy
Not their medicine
Not their doctors
Not their decency
So what have Americans brought us?
Just cold storage For the corpses
And what have Americans taught us?
Peace is War and War is Justice

Can’t you see that there’s no use
Nothing good can come of it
All the scandals and abuse
Committed daily in our names
Extensive lists of the War Crimes
Evil men with oil ties
Still you believe all their lies
Like that we should “stay the course”

Ooh yeah 7 out of ten Iraqi’s say LEAVE
70 percent of troops wanna LEAVE
So why does Hilary say STAY
And what do you say to…

Not their honor
Not clean water
Not Security
Not their medicine
Not their doctors
Not their decency
So what have Americans brought us?
Just cold storage for the corpses
And what have Americans taught us?
Peace is War and War is Justice

1600 soldiers and counting
1900 soldiers and counting
2300 soldiers and counting
2600 soldiers and counting and counting
14,000 wounded and counting
16,000 wounded and counting
18,000 wounded and counting
19,000 wounded and counting and counting
30, 000 civilians NOT counting
100,000 civilians NOT counting
150, 000 civilians and we are not counting, not counting WHY IS IT THAT WE'RE NOT COUNTING?

Story

A bittersweet song about a woman exclaiming that she will go it alone if she is not meant to find the love she so longs for.

Lyrics

She once believed
Her soul mate was out there
Waiting for her
With open arms
But she’s not so sure now
cuz it’s been so long
Since somebody’s treasured
Her unique charms
But if it’s not her turn
She will learn to believe these words are hers…

I’ll go it alone
If that’s the way it has to be
I’ll go it alone
If that’s the way it has to be
I’ll be with me

If the Buddha dated
He’d know the way
To reveal himself
With no ounce of shame
He could handle rejection
He could welcome fun
He could teach her so much
About self-love
But until that occurs
She will learn to believe these words are hers...

Repeat Chorus

I guess I'm not the only one
Sittin' around askin why?
What'd I do?
What's wrong with me?

Every Sunday she sits
In a Café downtown
Noticing all the lovers
Hand-in-hand
Maybe she doesn't settle
Maybe she's really strong
Maybe she's meant to sit
at this table for one
And if it's not her turn
She will learn to believe these words are hers...

Repeat Chorus

I guess I'm not the only one
Sittin' around askin why?
What'd I do?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with this world ?
We're always asking why
I gotta stop asking why...

Story

Written in response to the events of that horrific Tuesday. It is about the loss of that day, not about the politics that followed.

Lyrics

Last message left on a machine
Hot tears sting eyes in disbelief
And brave men break down
And they cry like little babies

And we give our love
And we give our blood
And we get down on our knees
Tuesday's Tragedy

Mommy where has Daddy gone?
Wasn't he just on the phone?
Baby, Daddy has flown up to Heaven

And we give our love
And we give our blood
And we get down on our knees
Tuesday's Tragedy

Remix by Hani