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Little Children

by Bethany Clearfield

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Oh, trouble on the border Little faces teared and brown This is law and order Gotta keep em caged and down Oh, all the world's escapists Trying to eat my slice of pie Murderers and rapists Well, the president wouldn't lie Would he? No, the president wouldn't lie Oh, trouble with police Black bodies on the ground Someone's saying “can't breathe” Yet we keep on bearing down Oh, must've done a bad thing To deserve just what they got Hoodie and some chain bling That's enough to get you shot Hear me? You're bad enough to get you shot What can we possibly do? In the name of Christ who bled? We don't believe him now Nor did we when he said, "Let the little children come to me." Oh, trouble with a handgun Little bodies piling up Everybody's got one But it's never quite enough Is it? No, it's never gonna be enough. This is not a drill.

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Homemade music video: youtu.be/as5AEfKBLhw

credits

released November 1, 2020

Bethany Clearfield: words and music, vocals
Hermon Mehari: trumpet
Caroline Davis: alto saxophone
Chris Siebold: guitar
Rob Clearfield: keyboards, guitar
Christian Dillingham: bass
Quin Kirchner: drums

Mixed and mastered by Anthony Gravino at High Cross Sound.
Recorded in houses and apartments in Chicago, New York, and Paris.

LYRICS

Oh, trouble on the border
Little faces teared and brown
This is law and order
Gotta keep em caged and down

Oh, all the world's escapists
Trying to eat my slice of pie
Murderers and rapists
Well, the president wouldn't lie
Would he? No, the president wouldn't lie

Oh, trouble with police
Black bodies on the ground
Someone's saying “can't breathe”
Yet we keep on bearing down

Oh, must've done a bad thing
To deserve just what they got
Hoodie and some chain bling
That's enough to get you shot
Hear me? You're bad enough to get you shot

What can we possibly do?
In the name of Christ who bled?
We don't believe him now
Nor did we when he said,

"Let the little children come to me."

Oh, trouble with a handgun
Little bodies piling up
Everybody's got one
But it's never quite enough
Is it?
No, it's never gonna be enough.

This is not a drill.

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Smooth as a single malt and delicious as pie.

Bethany Clearfield - vocals
Rob Clearfield - wurlitzer, electric guitar
Chris Siebold - steel guitar, bouzouki, hammered dulcimer, mandolin
Michael Caskey - percussion

Devin Ulery - artwork ... more

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