How can we take pride in ourselves as an honourable society when the safety net that our parents and grandparents generation worked so hard to achieve has been so radically compromised, when the poor are blamed for their own poverty, when working families rely on food banks, when, regardless of circumstance, claimants have to wait six weeks before they can receive benefit, when government demands that social services adopt harsh environment to drive away claimants, and when so many people have so little that they live on the street. Justice is a prize we have yet to achieve.
lyrics
She sits without a thought of time
In busy city’s pavement grime
And with folded cardboard claims a space
Till numbness drives her from that place
Ch Fortune keeps me here
Fortune keeps you there
The cliff of fortune’s cold and bare
We danced its edge and we feel cold air
She hides herself within herself
The face you see is one she found
And buried deep within this shape
She’s frozen on this stone cold ground
She’s travelled now throughout this land
Received the help of many hands
The rich have kept their money close
Twas those in need that helped the most
Honour be our pride
Truth our Guide
England our grace
Justice our prize
This album speaks to the continuum of African diasporic culture that is central to the vibrant canon of Americana folk music. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 29, 2020
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020