“Sow the Seeds”
Music/Lyrics by Mason Flink
The Spring of 2020 made its mark on you and me.
Our world transformed by truth and lies, a virus we can’t see.
The Man was forced to stop and think of where his work had led –
this vital land devoured by the wealthy and the dead.
Our parks became a place for those with no one else to go,
and so was born community, the space for us to grow.
Now the trees are out of reach, we’re cut off from the shade.
Because our city council member opted for a raid.
So if we want our rights of way restored from his misdeeds,
we gotta mail back our ballots, and sow the seeds.
Sow the seeds of democracy.
The Democraseeds!
The Spring of ’21 gave us a hope for something new,
with science and compassion now supposedly the view.
But then our public servants took our public land away,
responding to the interests of the donors who could pay.
If they control where we can sleep and shelter from the storm,
then privatizing public space will soon become the norm!
Now the trees are out of reach, we’re cut off from the shade.
Because our city council member opted for a raid.
So if we want our rights of way restored from his misdeeds,
we gotta mail back our ballots, and sow the seeds.
Sow the seeds of democracy.
The Democraseeds!
When walls go up where none were found, we stand to lose our common ground.
So we say with great resound that “We want this one to come down!”
What happens if we clear the fence, and people come back with their tents?
Well isn’t that just common sense, when we can barely pay the rents!
What if we asked, how would it feel to lose your home and crave a meal?
When faced with such a great ordeal, wouldn't you come here to heal?
The Spring of ’22 remains a chapter yet to write.
The sun returns with life anew as darkness fades to light.
When people work together to regenerate the land,
we start to heal the hearts of those who lend a helping hand.
As neighbors we can change the world to be a better place,
but only if we vote in this year’s city council race!
Now the trees are out of reach, we’re cut off from the shade.
Because our city council member opted for a raid.
So if we want our rights of way restored from his misdeeds,
we gotta mail back our ballots…
and sow the seeds, sow the seeds.
We gotta sow the seeds, sow the seeds.
We gotta sow the seeds, sow the seeds.