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We go down to throw rocks at the river, curses at the
parade. Wedge a stone in the gears of the clockworks,
try to keep us from acting our age. We swore we'd
carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
But now can you believe who's a mother, and that
so-and-so's cut of their dreads.
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around.
After all the nomads are settling down.
Used to give most the bread to her
landlord leave the crust for the squwats.
Now the death weighed as we payed the bankers.
Seemed to kill all the flies in one swat.
Hear the wedding band strike up a number. Dear
they're playing our song. Hold your breath cause
we're gonna go under; get the little ones singing along.
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around.
After all the nomads are settling down.(2x)
After all the nomads are settling down.
No way, not to so-and-so said he'd never change
said he'd never grow. We'd stay always on a role
run besides the trains past the mossey stones.
Now there's more hope than ever and its all fallin'
down and the rebels are running for mayor in your hometown.
As the nomads are dropping their anchors. Falling
into the sea. And I've stopped throwing rocks at the
river. Now you'll find me a swimmin up stream. There
is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own.
But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
"my children shall never be sold!"
Kill of columbus and turn the world around.
After all the nomads are settling down.(2x)
After all the nomads are settling down.
Out of the garden we multiply. Telling
our stories. May all the old ways die.
parade. Wedge a stone in the gears of the clockworks,
try to keep us from acting our age. We swore we'd
carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
But now can you believe who's a mother, and that
so-and-so's cut of their dreads.
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around.
After all the nomads are settling down.
Used to give most the bread to her
landlord leave the crust for the squwats.
Now the death weighed as we payed the bankers.
Seemed to kill all the flies in one swat.
Hear the wedding band strike up a number. Dear
they're playing our song. Hold your breath cause
we're gonna go under; get the little ones singing along.
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around.
After all the nomads are settling down.(2x)
After all the nomads are settling down.
No way, not to so-and-so said he'd never change
said he'd never grow. We'd stay always on a role
run besides the trains past the mossey stones.
Now there's more hope than ever and its all fallin'
down and the rebels are running for mayor in your hometown.
As the nomads are dropping their anchors. Falling
into the sea. And I've stopped throwing rocks at the
river. Now you'll find me a swimmin up stream. There
is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own.
But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
"my children shall never be sold!"
Kill of columbus and turn the world around.
After all the nomads are settling down.(2x)
After all the nomads are settling down.
Out of the garden we multiply. Telling
our stories. May all the old ways die.
Lyrics submitted by haveXheart
Track duration: 04:04
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If we don't ensure a future of fighters to face whatever problems lie ahead, then we are submitting to such problems and basically admitting defeat.
I draw this from many lines in the song, but the most powerful line backing up my interpretation is the line: 'But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
"my children shall never be sold!".'
The whole song is mainly about squatters/transients...hippies, revolutionaries, ect.. is kinda right, but mainly those who hop trains ("We'd stay always on a role
run besides the trains"), who live in squats ("Used to give most the bread to her
landlord leave the crust for the squwats.") and typically have no desire to participate in must social activities unless it deals with community outreach, activism, and protests. The whole squatter movement was to break the financial chains thrust upon us since an early age. Thus by living in vacant buildings, living off the generosity of others and not caring about money in general, one believed it would tear down the corporate machine.
The point in the song was him reflecting back on how him and his squat buddies said they would never change and always go from city to city...but alas he now see's their mothers, fathers, employees, "mayors"...it goes into the whole SLC Punk philosophy of "not selling out, but buying in" and "you can do more damage in the system than outside of it".
This coincides with the "There
is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own. (squatters)
But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
"my children shall never be sold!""
A former activist, nomad, squatter, freedom fighter who teaches their children the way of peace, love, truth, and hope...is more powerful than one who mearly says fuck it and has no true legacy to leave behind.
By saying "And I've stopped throwing rocks at the
river. Now you'll find me a swimmin up stream." he's saying how he's stopped trying to avoid society, and instead has jumped right into it...and is TRULY fighting and making a difference.
"let the old ways die" is basically saying, let what we thought was making a difference be learned from, but that era, phase is over...its time to truly change the world effectively.
hope this clears up things.
"There is power in unions of ramblers who got nothing to own/ But there's more in one fist swingin' mother swearin', 'My Children shall never be sold!'"
To me this is him saying that while you may have legions of penniless, idealistic, 'revolutionary' nomads who make some kind of difference, the same revolutionary words spoken from a mother (here used as a representation for settling down and growing older) are even more powerful because it's coming from a place of more credibility.
tl;dr - A whole gathering of career protesters may carry a voice, but it's not as powerful as that of an angry mom saying the same thing.
I don't think that the song is so much about the ineviblilty (sp?) of growing up but a lament about watching friends grow old. (Otherwise why are the newlyweds "going under"?)
"There
is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own.
But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
"my children shall never be sold!" "
At least to me that's what I got
After all, the nomads ARE settling down...