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  1. "It’s really important for a kid to be left alone"- When #TaikaWaititi made his feelings clear about the role of tech in children's lives

    By Sourav Chakraborty
    Modified May 03, 2025 04:54 GMT

    " 'Exactly, now they’ve all got iPads and it’s done for them! I think it’s really important for a kid to be left alone and left to figure it out for themselves how to pass the time. As a kid, I spent so much time bored and coming up with ideas of how to do things, so I’d write stories or I’d draw pictures or invent worlds through drawing or just in my head, just thinking about things. I think that a lot of my creativity has really come from being bored.' " [SO TRUE!!!]

    sportskeeda.com/us/movies/it-s

    #SmartphoneAddiction #TechIsDumbingUsDown #NoAI #Imagination #LudditeClub #NeoLuddites #Luddites #LessScreenTime #MoreBoardGames #MoreGreenTime #MoreOutdoorTime #FlipPhones #MoreBooks #Smartphones #TechAddiction #TurnOffYourPhone #BePresent #ThinkForYourself #ResistTheMachine #NoSmartphonesForKids #MoreGreenTimeLessScreenTime

  2. "It’s really important for a kid to be left alone"- When #TaikaWaititi made his feelings clear about the role of tech in children's lives

    By Sourav Chakraborty
    Modified May 03, 2025 04:54 GMT

    " 'Exactly, now they’ve all got iPads and it’s done for them! I think it’s really important for a kid to be left alone and left to figure it out for themselves how to pass the time. As a kid, I spent so much time bored and coming up with ideas of how to do things, so I’d write stories or I’d draw pictures or invent worlds through drawing or just in my head, just thinking about things. I think that a lot of my creativity has really come from being bored.' " [SO TRUE!!!]

    sportskeeda.com/us/movies/it-s

    #SmartphoneAddiction #TechIsDumbingUsDown #NoAI #Imagination #LudditeClub #NeoLuddites #Luddites #LessScreenTime #MoreBoardGames #MoreGreenTime #MoreOutdoorTime #FlipPhones #MoreBooks #Smartphones #TechAddiction #TurnOffYourPhone #BePresent #ThinkForYourself #ResistTheMachine #NoSmartphonesForKids #MoreGreenTimeLessScreenTime

  3. "It’s really important for a kid to be left alone"- When #TaikaWaititi made his feelings clear about the role of tech in children's lives

    By Sourav Chakraborty
    Modified May 03, 2025 04:54 GMT

    " 'Exactly, now they’ve all got iPads and it’s done for them! I think it’s really important for a kid to be left alone and left to figure it out for themselves how to pass the time. As a kid, I spent so much time bored and coming up with ideas of how to do things, so I’d write stories or I’d draw pictures or invent worlds through drawing or just in my head, just thinking about things. I think that a lot of my creativity has really come from being bored.' " [SO TRUE!!!]

    sportskeeda.com/us/movies/it-s

    #SmartphoneAddiction #TechIsDumbingUsDown #NoAI #Imagination #LudditeClub #NeoLuddites #Luddites #LessScreenTime #MoreBoardGames #MoreGreenTime #MoreOutdoorTime #FlipPhones #MoreBooks #Smartphones #TechAddiction #TurnOffYourPhone #BePresent #ThinkForYourself #ResistTheMachine #NoSmartphonesForKids #MoreGreenTimeLessScreenTime

  4. "It’s really important for a kid to be left alone"- When #TaikaWaititi made his feelings clear about the role of tech in children's lives

    By Sourav Chakraborty
    Modified May 03, 2025 04:54 GMT

    " 'Exactly, now they’ve all got iPads and it’s done for them! I think it’s really important for a kid to be left alone and left to figure it out for themselves how to pass the time. As a kid, I spent so much time bored and coming up with ideas of how to do things, so I’d write stories or I’d draw pictures or invent worlds through drawing or just in my head, just thinking about things. I think that a lot of my creativity has really come from being bored.' " [SO TRUE!!!]

    sportskeeda.com/us/movies/it-s

    #SmartphoneAddiction #TechIsDumbingUsDown #NoAI #Imagination #LudditeClub #NeoLuddites #Luddites #LessScreenTime #MoreBoardGames #MoreGreenTime #MoreOutdoorTime #FlipPhones #MoreBooks #Smartphones #TechAddiction #TurnOffYourPhone #BePresent #ThinkForYourself #ResistTheMachine #NoSmartphonesForKids #MoreGreenTimeLessScreenTime

  5. "It’s really important for a kid to be left alone"- When #TaikaWaititi made his feelings clear about the role of tech in children's lives

    By Sourav Chakraborty
    Modified May 03, 2025 04:54 GMT

    " 'Exactly, now they’ve all got iPads and it’s done for them! I think it’s really important for a kid to be left alone and left to figure it out for themselves how to pass the time. As a kid, I spent so much time bored and coming up with ideas of how to do things, so I’d write stories or I’d draw pictures or invent worlds through drawing or just in my head, just thinking about things. I think that a lot of my creativity has really come from being bored.' " [SO TRUE!!!]

    sportskeeda.com/us/movies/it-s

    #SmartphoneAddiction #TechIsDumbingUsDown #NoAI #Imagination #LudditeClub #NeoLuddites #Luddites #LessScreenTime #MoreBoardGames #MoreGreenTime #MoreOutdoorTime #FlipPhones #MoreBooks #Smartphones #TechAddiction #TurnOffYourPhone #BePresent #ThinkForYourself #ResistTheMachine #NoSmartphonesForKids #MoreGreenTimeLessScreenTime

  6. “They came with bots, phish, and sabers—Elon’s empire and Trump’s thugs trying to silence truth with digital warfare. But Bluesky didn’t flinch. We’re back. Stronger. Louder. Unbroken. #BlueskyRising #ResistTheMachine #TrumpWatch@bsky.app

  7. “They came with bots, phish, and sabers—Elon’s empire and Trump’s thugs trying to silence truth with digital warfare. But Bluesky didn’t flinch. We’re back. Stronger. Louder. Unbroken. #BlueskyRising #ResistTheMachine #TrumpWatch@bsky.app

  8. “They came with bots, phish, and sabers—Elon’s empire and Trump’s thugs trying to silence truth with digital warfare. But Bluesky didn’t flinch. We’re back. Stronger. Louder. Unbroken. #BlueskyRising #ResistTheMachine #TrumpWatch@bsky.app

  9. Every KAIZEN video is a psyop. Elon’s algorithm is force-feeding you staged bullshit. Fake smiles. Paid actors. Scripted lines. Staged setups. It’s manufactured hype—zero authenticity, zero soul. You’re not watching “movement”—you’re watching marketing #Alert #DontBeFooled #Exposed #ResistTheMachine

  10. Every KAIZEN video is a psyop. Elon’s algorithm is force-feeding you staged bullshit. Fake smiles. Paid actors. Scripted lines. Staged setups. It’s manufactured hype—zero authenticity, zero soul. You’re not watching “movement”—you’re watching marketing #Alert #DontBeFooled #Exposed #ResistTheMachine

  11. If the music, the beat doesn’t grab you, and if don’t see the lyrics as a meet the moment, fight song, then you can’t be our person of the moment, you can’t lead us against the machine. #LoseYourself #Eminem #ResistTheMachine #FightFascist #WeNeedNewBlood #TakeDownTrump #DeportMusk #BlueResisters

    Eminem - Lose Yourself

  12. If the music, the beat doesn’t grab you, and if don’t see the lyrics as a meet the moment, fight song, then you can’t be our person of the moment, you can’t lead us against the machine. #LoseYourself #Eminem #ResistTheMachine #FightFascist #WeNeedNewBlood #TakeDownTrump #DeportMusk #BlueResisters

    Eminem - Lose Yourself

  13. Now in College, #LudditeTeens Still Don’t Want Your Likes

    Three years after starting a club meant to fight #SocialMedia’s grip on young people, many original members are holding firm and gaining new converts.

    By Alex Vadukul
    Jan. 30, 2025

    "Biruk Watling, a college sophomore wearing a baggy coat and purple fingerless gloves, walked the chilly campus of Temple University in #Philadelphia on a recent afternoon to recruit new members to her club.
    She taped a flier to a pole: '#JoinTheLudditeClub For #MeaningfulConnections.' Down the block, she posted another one: 'Do You Desire a Healthier Relationship With Technology, Especially Social Media? The Luddite Club Welcomes You and Your Ideas.'

    "When a student approached, Ms. Watling dove into her pitch.

    "'Our club promotes #ConsciousConsumption of #technology,' she said. 'We’re for #HumanConnection. I’m one of the first members of the original Luddite Club in #Brooklyn. Now I’m trying to start it in #Philly.

    "She pulled out a #FlipPhone, mystifying her recruit.

    "'We use these,' she said. 'This has been the most freeing experience of my life.'
    If Ms. Watling had a missionary’s zeal, it was because she wasn’t just promoting a student club, but an approach to modern life that profoundly changed her two years ago, when she helped form the Luddite Club as a high school student in New York.

    "But that was then, back when things were simpler, before she had embarked on the more independent life of a college student and found herself having to navigate QR codes, two-factor-identification logins, dating apps and other digital staples of campus life.

    "The #LudditeClub was the subject of an article I wrote in 2022 — a story that, ironically, went viral. It told of how a group of teenage tech skeptics from Edward R. Murrow High School in Brooklyn and a few other schools in the city gathered on weekends in Prospect Park to enjoy some time together away from the machine.

    "They #sketched and #painted side by side. They read quietly, favoring works by #Dostoyevsky, #Kerouac and #Vonnegut. They sat on logs and groused about how #TikTok was dumbing down their generation. Their flip phones were decorated with stickers and nail polish.

    "Readers inspired by their message responded in hundreds of emails and comments. Reporters from Germany, Brazil, Japan and elsewhere flooded my inbox, asking me how to reach these students who were so hard to track down online. Snarky Reddit threads and think pieces sprouted. #RalphNader endorsed the club in an opinion essay, writing: 'This is a rebellion that needs support and diffusion.'"

    Read more:
    nytimes.com/2025/01/30/style/l

    Archived version:
    archive.ph/
    #SolarPunkSunday #Nature #NeoLuddite #Luddites #LessScreenTime #MoreBoardGames #MoreGreenTime #MoreOutdoorTime #FlipPhones #MoreBooks #ResistTheMachine

  14. Now in College, #LudditeTeens Still Don’t Want Your Likes

    Three years after starting a club meant to fight #SocialMedia’s grip on young people, many original members are holding firm and gaining new converts.

    By Alex Vadukul
    Jan. 30, 2025

    "Biruk Watling, a college sophomore wearing a baggy coat and purple fingerless gloves, walked the chilly campus of Temple University in #Philadelphia on a recent afternoon to recruit new members to her club.
    She taped a flier to a pole: '#JoinTheLudditeClub For #MeaningfulConnections.' Down the block, she posted another one: 'Do You Desire a Healthier Relationship With Technology, Especially Social Media? The Luddite Club Welcomes You and Your Ideas.'

    "When a student approached, Ms. Watling dove into her pitch.

    "'Our club promotes #ConsciousConsumption of #technology,' she said. 'We’re for #HumanConnection. I’m one of the first members of the original Luddite Club in #Brooklyn. Now I’m trying to start it in #Philly.

    "She pulled out a #FlipPhone, mystifying her recruit.

    "'We use these,' she said. 'This has been the most freeing experience of my life.'
    If Ms. Watling had a missionary’s zeal, it was because she wasn’t just promoting a student club, but an approach to modern life that profoundly changed her two years ago, when she helped form the Luddite Club as a high school student in New York.

    "But that was then, back when things were simpler, before she had embarked on the more independent life of a college student and found herself having to navigate QR codes, two-factor-identification logins, dating apps and other digital staples of campus life.

    "The #LudditeClub was the subject of an article I wrote in 2022 — a story that, ironically, went viral. It told of how a group of teenage tech skeptics from Edward R. Murrow High School in Brooklyn and a few other schools in the city gathered on weekends in Prospect Park to enjoy some time together away from the machine.

    "They #sketched and #painted side by side. They read quietly, favoring works by #Dostoyevsky, #Kerouac and #Vonnegut. They sat on logs and groused about how #TikTok was dumbing down their generation. Their flip phones were decorated with stickers and nail polish.

    "Readers inspired by their message responded in hundreds of emails and comments. Reporters from Germany, Brazil, Japan and elsewhere flooded my inbox, asking me how to reach these students who were so hard to track down online. Snarky Reddit threads and think pieces sprouted. #RalphNader endorsed the club in an opinion essay, writing: 'This is a rebellion that needs support and diffusion.'"

    Read more:
    nytimes.com/2025/01/30/style/l

    Archived version:
    archive.ph/
    #SolarPunkSunday #Nature #NeoLuddite #Luddites #LessScreenTime #MoreBoardGames #MoreGreenTime #MoreOutdoorTime #FlipPhones #MoreBooks #ResistTheMachine

  15. Now in College, #LudditeTeens Still Don’t Want Your Likes

    Three years after starting a club meant to fight #SocialMedia’s grip on young people, many original members are holding firm and gaining new converts.

    By Alex Vadukul
    Jan. 30, 2025

    "Biruk Watling, a college sophomore wearing a baggy coat and purple fingerless gloves, walked the chilly campus of Temple University in #Philadelphia on a recent afternoon to recruit new members to her club.
    She taped a flier to a pole: '#JoinTheLudditeClub For #MeaningfulConnections.' Down the block, she posted another one: 'Do You Desire a Healthier Relationship With Technology, Especially Social Media? The Luddite Club Welcomes You and Your Ideas.'

    "When a student approached, Ms. Watling dove into her pitch.

    "'Our club promotes #ConsciousConsumption of #technology,' she said. 'We’re for #HumanConnection. I’m one of the first members of the original Luddite Club in #Brooklyn. Now I’m trying to start it in #Philly.

    "She pulled out a #FlipPhone, mystifying her recruit.

    "'We use these,' she said. 'This has been the most freeing experience of my life.'
    If Ms. Watling had a missionary’s zeal, it was because she wasn’t just promoting a student club, but an approach to modern life that profoundly changed her two years ago, when she helped form the Luddite Club as a high school student in New York.

    "But that was then, back when things were simpler, before she had embarked on the more independent life of a college student and found herself having to navigate QR codes, two-factor-identification logins, dating apps and other digital staples of campus life.

    "The #LudditeClub was the subject of an article I wrote in 2022 — a story that, ironically, went viral. It told of how a group of teenage tech skeptics from Edward R. Murrow High School in Brooklyn and a few other schools in the city gathered on weekends in Prospect Park to enjoy some time together away from the machine.

    "They #sketched and #painted side by side. They read quietly, favoring works by #Dostoyevsky, #Kerouac and #Vonnegut. They sat on logs and groused about how #TikTok was dumbing down their generation. Their flip phones were decorated with stickers and nail polish.

    "Readers inspired by their message responded in hundreds of emails and comments. Reporters from Germany, Brazil, Japan and elsewhere flooded my inbox, asking me how to reach these students who were so hard to track down online. Snarky Reddit threads and think pieces sprouted. #RalphNader endorsed the club in an opinion essay, writing: 'This is a rebellion that needs support and diffusion.'"

    Read more:
    nytimes.com/2025/01/30/style/l

    Archived version:
    archive.ph/
    #SolarPunkSunday #Nature #NeoLuddite #Luddites #LessScreenTime #MoreBoardGames #MoreGreenTime #MoreOutdoorTime #FlipPhones #MoreBooks #ResistTheMachine

  16. Now in College, #LudditeTeens Still Don’t Want Your Likes

    Three years after starting a club meant to fight #SocialMedia’s grip on young people, many original members are holding firm and gaining new converts.

    By Alex Vadukul
    Jan. 30, 2025

    "Biruk Watling, a college sophomore wearing a baggy coat and purple fingerless gloves, walked the chilly campus of Temple University in #Philadelphia on a recent afternoon to recruit new members to her club.
    She taped a flier to a pole: '#JoinTheLudditeClub For #MeaningfulConnections.' Down the block, she posted another one: 'Do You Desire a Healthier Relationship With Technology, Especially Social Media? The Luddite Club Welcomes You and Your Ideas.'

    "When a student approached, Ms. Watling dove into her pitch.

    "'Our club promotes #ConsciousConsumption of #technology,' she said. 'We’re for #HumanConnection. I’m one of the first members of the original Luddite Club in #Brooklyn. Now I’m trying to start it in #Philly.

    "She pulled out a #FlipPhone, mystifying her recruit.

    "'We use these,' she said. 'This has been the most freeing experience of my life.'
    If Ms. Watling had a missionary’s zeal, it was because she wasn’t just promoting a student club, but an approach to modern life that profoundly changed her two years ago, when she helped form the Luddite Club as a high school student in New York.

    "But that was then, back when things were simpler, before she had embarked on the more independent life of a college student and found herself having to navigate QR codes, two-factor-identification logins, dating apps and other digital staples of campus life.

    "The #LudditeClub was the subject of an article I wrote in 2022 — a story that, ironically, went viral. It told of how a group of teenage tech skeptics from Edward R. Murrow High School in Brooklyn and a few other schools in the city gathered on weekends in Prospect Park to enjoy some time together away from the machine.

    "They #sketched and #painted side by side. They read quietly, favoring works by #Dostoyevsky, #Kerouac and #Vonnegut. They sat on logs and groused about how #TikTok was dumbing down their generation. Their flip phones were decorated with stickers and nail polish.

    "Readers inspired by their message responded in hundreds of emails and comments. Reporters from Germany, Brazil, Japan and elsewhere flooded my inbox, asking me how to reach these students who were so hard to track down online. Snarky Reddit threads and think pieces sprouted. #RalphNader endorsed the club in an opinion essay, writing: 'This is a rebellion that needs support and diffusion.'"

    Read more:
    nytimes.com/2025/01/30/style/l

    Archived version:
    archive.ph/
    #SolarPunkSunday #Nature #NeoLuddite #Luddites #LessScreenTime #MoreBoardGames #MoreGreenTime #MoreOutdoorTime #FlipPhones #MoreBooks #ResistTheMachine

  17. Now in College, #LudditeTeens Still Don’t Want Your Likes

    Three years after starting a club meant to fight #SocialMedia’s grip on young people, many original members are holding firm and gaining new converts.

    By Alex Vadukul
    Jan. 30, 2025

    "Biruk Watling, a college sophomore wearing a baggy coat and purple fingerless gloves, walked the chilly campus of Temple University in #Philadelphia on a recent afternoon to recruit new members to her club.
    She taped a flier to a pole: '#JoinTheLudditeClub For #MeaningfulConnections.' Down the block, she posted another one: 'Do You Desire a Healthier Relationship With Technology, Especially Social Media? The Luddite Club Welcomes You and Your Ideas.'

    "When a student approached, Ms. Watling dove into her pitch.

    "'Our club promotes #ConsciousConsumption of #technology,' she said. 'We’re for #HumanConnection. I’m one of the first members of the original Luddite Club in #Brooklyn. Now I’m trying to start it in #Philly.

    "She pulled out a #FlipPhone, mystifying her recruit.

    "'We use these,' she said. 'This has been the most freeing experience of my life.'
    If Ms. Watling had a missionary’s zeal, it was because she wasn’t just promoting a student club, but an approach to modern life that profoundly changed her two years ago, when she helped form the Luddite Club as a high school student in New York.

    "But that was then, back when things were simpler, before she had embarked on the more independent life of a college student and found herself having to navigate QR codes, two-factor-identification logins, dating apps and other digital staples of campus life.

    "The #LudditeClub was the subject of an article I wrote in 2022 — a story that, ironically, went viral. It told of how a group of teenage tech skeptics from Edward R. Murrow High School in Brooklyn and a few other schools in the city gathered on weekends in Prospect Park to enjoy some time together away from the machine.

    "They #sketched and #painted side by side. They read quietly, favoring works by #Dostoyevsky, #Kerouac and #Vonnegut. They sat on logs and groused about how #TikTok was dumbing down their generation. Their flip phones were decorated with stickers and nail polish.

    "Readers inspired by their message responded in hundreds of emails and comments. Reporters from Germany, Brazil, Japan and elsewhere flooded my inbox, asking me how to reach these students who were so hard to track down online. Snarky Reddit threads and think pieces sprouted. #RalphNader endorsed the club in an opinion essay, writing: 'This is a rebellion that needs support and diffusion.'"

    Read more:
    nytimes.com/2025/01/30/style/l

    Archived version:
    archive.ph/
    #SolarPunkSunday #Nature #NeoLuddite #Luddites #LessScreenTime #MoreBoardGames #MoreGreenTime #MoreOutdoorTime #FlipPhones #MoreBooks #ResistTheMachine

  18. #KleeBenally #SongToTheSun

    "Our mother aches
    Iron claws dig until she breaks
    And she bleeds for this
    How much is enough?

    I remember listening to songs of the sun
    For all those, who’s breath was stolen
    Who’s future was taken away
    Who learned too late

    CHORUS:
    And so we sing again
    To the house of dawn
    There are no words, no words that can right these wrongs.

    This land breathes pain
    And nothing grows
    that doesn’t carry the trauma
    that we’ve wept, that you sow…

    CHORUS

    this empire of blood and bones
    of stolen, poisoned, homes…
    genocide… mutilated ghosts…

    fierce hearts lay buried… their struggle speaks…
    fierce hearts lay buried… saying…
    “leave it in the ground…”

    While the mines lay abandoned – What has been done?
    Wells poisoned… nothing has been done?
    Cancers spread… tell me, what has been done?
    To right these wrongs! To right these wrongs!

    CHORUS

    deafening the screams
    grinding down the gears
    you can’t hear them cause your window is closed
    and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    There’s a market for everything…
    social media exists
    so you keep on consuming…
    it’s revolutionary chic and at least you “liked” and shared…
    for liberation…oh what a loaded word…
    and you’ve marched quietly along
    and you’ve marched so complacently along

    one brutal violent machine pressing against another (3x)
    crushing all our dreams, and all we desire
    the price is paid in blood and we know what its worth…
    the price is paid in blood…
    capitalism is the enemy…of mother earth. (2x)

    deafening the screams
    grinding down the gears
    you can’t hear them cause your window closed
    and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    one brutal violent machine pressing against another
    you’ve surrendered your power to your fears
    one brutal violent machine pressing against another
    you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of this world
    As we watch it burn to the ground

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of the dawn
    And laugh and wonder at the new days we’ve found

    they will not suffocate this fire
    it burns from our hearts
    so long as we hold this inside
    they can never take this from us

    how much can you take?
    how much can you give?
    there is no post-apocalyptic
    oh this is it

    how much can we bleed?
    till were up off our knees?
    there’s no post-colonial, we live it

    they will not suffocate this fire
    it burns from our hearts
    so long as we hold this inside
    they can never take this from us

    if this is our grave
    such a wondrous bed we’ve been made
    only so much we can bleed
    so much more than we’d ever need

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of this world
    As we watch it burn to the ground.

    Peabody‘s drag lines across the landscape
    like militarized borders that carve this police state
    1974 government pens wrote, “relocate”
    divide and conquer, 14,000 and today?

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation

    Yes we all know it’s the rich against the poor
    class, race, gender, and mother earth just a resource
    globalization is colonization and colonization is always war…

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation!

    Industrial capitalist hetero-patriarchy
    We know the story of so many manifested destinies
    From the broken bones of broken homes and violated boarding school dreams

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation!

    From Big Mountain to Palestine, relocation is genocide.
    We stand against all wars and occupation
    Against nationalism, against state sponsored terrorism

    the free market non-profit industry
    accountable to foundations no not community
    paychecks for activism, for justice or just them?
    But this ain’t no revolutionary commodity…
    It’s an act of liberation

    An act of liberation!

    it’s only a matter of time
    it’s only a question, an affirmation
    of who we are and who we’ve have been

    reconnect the dots
    trace back the memories
    its only a matter of time
    until our words match our actions

    CHORUS:
    these laws, these borders, these walls, will fall
    it’s only a matter of time, it’s only a matter of action

    How much can we pretend,
    that we’re not complicit in our silence?
    how much longer, until these times get so desperate?

    the beating in our hearts
    a rhythm we can’t shut out
    calling us to action, call us to action…

    CHORUS

    its a matter of action.

    these are desperate times calling for desperate measures
    these are desperate times calling for desperate action

    its a matter of action.

    Time for action

    Following paths
    so many ways to wander
    so many ways I’ve wondered
    always the question biting at my heel
    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed
    strong hearts deceived
    where were you in this time of need?

    following paths so many ways to take it on
    so many ways we’ve lost
    always the question expressing the real
    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
    where were you in this time of need?
    where were you?

    your shadow still cast
    all that we lived past
    your words still linger
    if we could peel back the time
    uncover the wounds so they can really heal

    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
    where were you in this time of need?
    where were you?"

    youtube.com/watch?v=LEBhDVnzG_
    #AnActOfLiberation #Degrowth #TimeForAction #ATimeForLiberation #ATimeForAction #AMatterForAction #AnActOfLiberation #PostColonialism #ResistTheMachine #ResistHeteroPatriarchy

  19. #KleeBenally #SongToTheSun

    "Our mother aches
    Iron claws dig until she breaks
    And she bleeds for this
    How much is enough?

    I remember listening to songs of the sun
    For all those, who’s breath was stolen
    Who’s future was taken away
    Who learned too late

    CHORUS:
    And so we sing again
    To the house of dawn
    There are no words, no words that can right these wrongs.

    This land breathes pain
    And nothing grows
    that doesn’t carry the trauma
    that we’ve wept, that you sow…

    CHORUS

    this empire of blood and bones
    of stolen, poisoned, homes…
    genocide… mutilated ghosts…

    fierce hearts lay buried… their struggle speaks…
    fierce hearts lay buried… saying…
    “leave it in the ground…”

    While the mines lay abandoned – What has been done?
    Wells poisoned… nothing has been done?
    Cancers spread… tell me, what has been done?
    To right these wrongs! To right these wrongs!

    CHORUS

    deafening the screams
    grinding down the gears
    you can’t hear them cause your window is closed
    and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    There’s a market for everything…
    social media exists
    so you keep on consuming…
    it’s revolutionary chic and at least you “liked” and shared…
    for liberation…oh what a loaded word…
    and you’ve marched quietly along
    and you’ve marched so complacently along

    one brutal violent machine pressing against another (3x)
    crushing all our dreams, and all we desire
    the price is paid in blood and we know what its worth…
    the price is paid in blood…
    capitalism is the enemy…of mother earth. (2x)

    deafening the screams
    grinding down the gears
    you can’t hear them cause your window closed
    and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    one brutal violent machine pressing against another
    you’ve surrendered your power to your fears
    one brutal violent machine pressing against another
    you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of this world
    As we watch it burn to the ground

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of the dawn
    And laugh and wonder at the new days we’ve found

    they will not suffocate this fire
    it burns from our hearts
    so long as we hold this inside
    they can never take this from us

    how much can you take?
    how much can you give?
    there is no post-apocalyptic
    oh this is it

    how much can we bleed?
    till were up off our knees?
    there’s no post-colonial, we live it

    they will not suffocate this fire
    it burns from our hearts
    so long as we hold this inside
    they can never take this from us

    if this is our grave
    such a wondrous bed we’ve been made
    only so much we can bleed
    so much more than we’d ever need

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of this world
    As we watch it burn to the ground.

    Peabody‘s drag lines across the landscape
    like militarized borders that carve this police state
    1974 government pens wrote, “relocate”
    divide and conquer, 14,000 and today?

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation

    Yes we all know it’s the rich against the poor
    class, race, gender, and mother earth just a resource
    globalization is colonization and colonization is always war…

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation!

    Industrial capitalist hetero-patriarchy
    We know the story of so many manifested destinies
    From the broken bones of broken homes and violated boarding school dreams

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation!

    From Big Mountain to Palestine, relocation is genocide.
    We stand against all wars and occupation
    Against nationalism, against state sponsored terrorism

    the free market non-profit industry
    accountable to foundations no not community
    paychecks for activism, for justice or just them?
    But this ain’t no revolutionary commodity…
    It’s an act of liberation

    An act of liberation!

    it’s only a matter of time
    it’s only a question, an affirmation
    of who we are and who we’ve have been

    reconnect the dots
    trace back the memories
    its only a matter of time
    until our words match our actions

    CHORUS:
    these laws, these borders, these walls, will fall
    it’s only a matter of time, it’s only a matter of action

    How much can we pretend,
    that we’re not complicit in our silence?
    how much longer, until these times get so desperate?

    the beating in our hearts
    a rhythm we can’t shut out
    calling us to action, call us to action…

    CHORUS

    its a matter of action.

    these are desperate times calling for desperate measures
    these are desperate times calling for desperate action

    its a matter of action.

    Time for action

    Following paths
    so many ways to wander
    so many ways I’ve wondered
    always the question biting at my heel
    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed
    strong hearts deceived
    where were you in this time of need?

    following paths so many ways to take it on
    so many ways we’ve lost
    always the question expressing the real
    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
    where were you in this time of need?
    where were you?

    your shadow still cast
    all that we lived past
    your words still linger
    if we could peel back the time
    uncover the wounds so they can really heal

    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
    where were you in this time of need?
    where were you?"

    youtube.com/watch?v=LEBhDVnzG_
    #AnActOfLiberation #Degrowth #TimeForAction #ATimeForLiberation #ATimeForAction #AMatterForAction #AnActOfLiberation #PostColonialism #ResistTheMachine #ResistHeteroPatriarchy

  20. #KleeBenally #SongToTheSun

    "Our mother aches
    Iron claws dig until she breaks
    And she bleeds for this
    How much is enough?

    I remember listening to songs of the sun
    For all those, who’s breath was stolen
    Who’s future was taken away
    Who learned too late

    CHORUS:
    And so we sing again
    To the house of dawn
    There are no words, no words that can right these wrongs.

    This land breathes pain
    And nothing grows
    that doesn’t carry the trauma
    that we’ve wept, that you sow…

    CHORUS

    this empire of blood and bones
    of stolen, poisoned, homes…
    genocide… mutilated ghosts…

    fierce hearts lay buried… their struggle speaks…
    fierce hearts lay buried… saying…
    “leave it in the ground…”

    While the mines lay abandoned – What has been done?
    Wells poisoned… nothing has been done?
    Cancers spread… tell me, what has been done?
    To right these wrongs! To right these wrongs!

    CHORUS

    deafening the screams
    grinding down the gears
    you can’t hear them cause your window is closed
    and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    There’s a market for everything…
    social media exists
    so you keep on consuming…
    it’s revolutionary chic and at least you “liked” and shared…
    for liberation…oh what a loaded word…
    and you’ve marched quietly along
    and you’ve marched so complacently along

    one brutal violent machine pressing against another (3x)
    crushing all our dreams, and all we desire
    the price is paid in blood and we know what its worth…
    the price is paid in blood…
    capitalism is the enemy…of mother earth. (2x)

    deafening the screams
    grinding down the gears
    you can’t hear them cause your window closed
    and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    one brutal violent machine pressing against another
    you’ve surrendered your power to your fears
    one brutal violent machine pressing against another
    you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of this world
    As we watch it burn to the ground

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of the dawn
    And laugh and wonder at the new days we’ve found

    they will not suffocate this fire
    it burns from our hearts
    so long as we hold this inside
    they can never take this from us

    how much can you take?
    how much can you give?
    there is no post-apocalyptic
    oh this is it

    how much can we bleed?
    till were up off our knees?
    there’s no post-colonial, we live it

    they will not suffocate this fire
    it burns from our hearts
    so long as we hold this inside
    they can never take this from us

    if this is our grave
    such a wondrous bed we’ve been made
    only so much we can bleed
    so much more than we’d ever need

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of this world
    As we watch it burn to the ground.

    Peabody‘s drag lines across the landscape
    like militarized borders that carve this police state
    1974 government pens wrote, “relocate”
    divide and conquer, 14,000 and today?

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation

    Yes we all know it’s the rich against the poor
    class, race, gender, and mother earth just a resource
    globalization is colonization and colonization is always war…

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation!

    Industrial capitalist hetero-patriarchy
    We know the story of so many manifested destinies
    From the broken bones of broken homes and violated boarding school dreams

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation!

    From Big Mountain to Palestine, relocation is genocide.
    We stand against all wars and occupation
    Against nationalism, against state sponsored terrorism

    the free market non-profit industry
    accountable to foundations no not community
    paychecks for activism, for justice or just them?
    But this ain’t no revolutionary commodity…
    It’s an act of liberation

    An act of liberation!

    it’s only a matter of time
    it’s only a question, an affirmation
    of who we are and who we’ve have been

    reconnect the dots
    trace back the memories
    its only a matter of time
    until our words match our actions

    CHORUS:
    these laws, these borders, these walls, will fall
    it’s only a matter of time, it’s only a matter of action

    How much can we pretend,
    that we’re not complicit in our silence?
    how much longer, until these times get so desperate?

    the beating in our hearts
    a rhythm we can’t shut out
    calling us to action, call us to action…

    CHORUS

    its a matter of action.

    these are desperate times calling for desperate measures
    these are desperate times calling for desperate action

    its a matter of action.

    Time for action

    Following paths
    so many ways to wander
    so many ways I’ve wondered
    always the question biting at my heel
    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed
    strong hearts deceived
    where were you in this time of need?

    following paths so many ways to take it on
    so many ways we’ve lost
    always the question expressing the real
    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
    where were you in this time of need?
    where were you?

    your shadow still cast
    all that we lived past
    your words still linger
    if we could peel back the time
    uncover the wounds so they can really heal

    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
    where were you in this time of need?
    where were you?"

    youtube.com/watch?v=LEBhDVnzG_
    #AnActOfLiberation #Degrowth #TimeForAction #ATimeForLiberation #ATimeForAction #AMatterForAction #AnActOfLiberation #PostColonialism #ResistTheMachine #ResistHeteroPatriarchy

  21. #KleeBenally #SongToTheSun

    "Our mother aches
    Iron claws dig until she breaks
    And she bleeds for this
    How much is enough?

    I remember listening to songs of the sun
    For all those, who’s breath was stolen
    Who’s future was taken away
    Who learned too late

    CHORUS:
    And so we sing again
    To the house of dawn
    There are no words, no words that can right these wrongs.

    This land breathes pain
    And nothing grows
    that doesn’t carry the trauma
    that we’ve wept, that you sow…

    CHORUS

    this empire of blood and bones
    of stolen, poisoned, homes…
    genocide… mutilated ghosts…

    fierce hearts lay buried… their struggle speaks…
    fierce hearts lay buried… saying…
    “leave it in the ground…”

    While the mines lay abandoned – What has been done?
    Wells poisoned… nothing has been done?
    Cancers spread… tell me, what has been done?
    To right these wrongs! To right these wrongs!

    CHORUS

    deafening the screams
    grinding down the gears
    you can’t hear them cause your window is closed
    and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    There’s a market for everything…
    social media exists
    so you keep on consuming…
    it’s revolutionary chic and at least you “liked” and shared…
    for liberation…oh what a loaded word…
    and you’ve marched quietly along
    and you’ve marched so complacently along

    one brutal violent machine pressing against another (3x)
    crushing all our dreams, and all we desire
    the price is paid in blood and we know what its worth…
    the price is paid in blood…
    capitalism is the enemy…of mother earth. (2x)

    deafening the screams
    grinding down the gears
    you can’t hear them cause your window closed
    and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    one brutal violent machine pressing against another
    you’ve surrendered your power to your fears
    one brutal violent machine pressing against another
    you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of this world
    As we watch it burn to the ground

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of the dawn
    And laugh and wonder at the new days we’ve found

    they will not suffocate this fire
    it burns from our hearts
    so long as we hold this inside
    they can never take this from us

    how much can you take?
    how much can you give?
    there is no post-apocalyptic
    oh this is it

    how much can we bleed?
    till were up off our knees?
    there’s no post-colonial, we live it

    they will not suffocate this fire
    it burns from our hearts
    so long as we hold this inside
    they can never take this from us

    if this is our grave
    such a wondrous bed we’ve been made
    only so much we can bleed
    so much more than we’d ever need

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of this world
    As we watch it burn to the ground.

    Peabody‘s drag lines across the landscape
    like militarized borders that carve this police state
    1974 government pens wrote, “relocate”
    divide and conquer, 14,000 and today?

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation

    Yes we all know it’s the rich against the poor
    class, race, gender, and mother earth just a resource
    globalization is colonization and colonization is always war…

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation!

    Industrial capitalist hetero-patriarchy
    We know the story of so many manifested destinies
    From the broken bones of broken homes and violated boarding school dreams

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation!

    From Big Mountain to Palestine, relocation is genocide.
    We stand against all wars and occupation
    Against nationalism, against state sponsored terrorism

    the free market non-profit industry
    accountable to foundations no not community
    paychecks for activism, for justice or just them?
    But this ain’t no revolutionary commodity…
    It’s an act of liberation

    An act of liberation!

    it’s only a matter of time
    it’s only a question, an affirmation
    of who we are and who we’ve have been

    reconnect the dots
    trace back the memories
    its only a matter of time
    until our words match our actions

    CHORUS:
    these laws, these borders, these walls, will fall
    it’s only a matter of time, it’s only a matter of action

    How much can we pretend,
    that we’re not complicit in our silence?
    how much longer, until these times get so desperate?

    the beating in our hearts
    a rhythm we can’t shut out
    calling us to action, call us to action…

    CHORUS

    its a matter of action.

    these are desperate times calling for desperate measures
    these are desperate times calling for desperate action

    its a matter of action.

    Time for action

    Following paths
    so many ways to wander
    so many ways I’ve wondered
    always the question biting at my heel
    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed
    strong hearts deceived
    where were you in this time of need?

    following paths so many ways to take it on
    so many ways we’ve lost
    always the question expressing the real
    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
    where were you in this time of need?
    where were you?

    your shadow still cast
    all that we lived past
    your words still linger
    if we could peel back the time
    uncover the wounds so they can really heal

    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
    where were you in this time of need?
    where were you?"

    youtube.com/watch?v=LEBhDVnzG_
    #AnActOfLiberation #Degrowth #TimeForAction #ATimeForLiberation #ATimeForAction #AMatterForAction #AnActOfLiberation #PostColonialism #ResistTheMachine #ResistHeteroPatriarchy

  22. #KleeBenally #SongToTheSun

    "Our mother aches
    Iron claws dig until she breaks
    And she bleeds for this
    How much is enough?

    I remember listening to songs of the sun
    For all those, who’s breath was stolen
    Who’s future was taken away
    Who learned too late

    CHORUS:
    And so we sing again
    To the house of dawn
    There are no words, no words that can right these wrongs.

    This land breathes pain
    And nothing grows
    that doesn’t carry the trauma
    that we’ve wept, that you sow…

    CHORUS

    this empire of blood and bones
    of stolen, poisoned, homes…
    genocide… mutilated ghosts…

    fierce hearts lay buried… their struggle speaks…
    fierce hearts lay buried… saying…
    “leave it in the ground…”

    While the mines lay abandoned – What has been done?
    Wells poisoned… nothing has been done?
    Cancers spread… tell me, what has been done?
    To right these wrongs! To right these wrongs!

    CHORUS

    deafening the screams
    grinding down the gears
    you can’t hear them cause your window is closed
    and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    There’s a market for everything…
    social media exists
    so you keep on consuming…
    it’s revolutionary chic and at least you “liked” and shared…
    for liberation…oh what a loaded word…
    and you’ve marched quietly along
    and you’ve marched so complacently along

    one brutal violent machine pressing against another (3x)
    crushing all our dreams, and all we desire
    the price is paid in blood and we know what its worth…
    the price is paid in blood…
    capitalism is the enemy…of mother earth. (2x)

    deafening the screams
    grinding down the gears
    you can’t hear them cause your window closed
    and you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    one brutal violent machine pressing against another
    you’ve surrendered your power to your fears
    one brutal violent machine pressing against another
    you’ve surrendered your power to your fears

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of this world
    As we watch it burn to the ground

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of the dawn
    And laugh and wonder at the new days we’ve found

    they will not suffocate this fire
    it burns from our hearts
    so long as we hold this inside
    they can never take this from us

    how much can you take?
    how much can you give?
    there is no post-apocalyptic
    oh this is it

    how much can we bleed?
    till were up off our knees?
    there’s no post-colonial, we live it

    they will not suffocate this fire
    it burns from our hearts
    so long as we hold this inside
    they can never take this from us

    if this is our grave
    such a wondrous bed we’ve been made
    only so much we can bleed
    so much more than we’d ever need

    I will hold your hand
    At the edge of this world
    As we watch it burn to the ground.

    Peabody‘s drag lines across the landscape
    like militarized borders that carve this police state
    1974 government pens wrote, “relocate”
    divide and conquer, 14,000 and today?

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation

    Yes we all know it’s the rich against the poor
    class, race, gender, and mother earth just a resource
    globalization is colonization and colonization is always war…

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation!

    Industrial capitalist hetero-patriarchy
    We know the story of so many manifested destinies
    From the broken bones of broken homes and violated boarding school dreams

    We know this nightmare because it repeats
    ’till something breaks
    An act of liberation!

    From Big Mountain to Palestine, relocation is genocide.
    We stand against all wars and occupation
    Against nationalism, against state sponsored terrorism

    the free market non-profit industry
    accountable to foundations no not community
    paychecks for activism, for justice or just them?
    But this ain’t no revolutionary commodity…
    It’s an act of liberation

    An act of liberation!

    it’s only a matter of time
    it’s only a question, an affirmation
    of who we are and who we’ve have been

    reconnect the dots
    trace back the memories
    its only a matter of time
    until our words match our actions

    CHORUS:
    these laws, these borders, these walls, will fall
    it’s only a matter of time, it’s only a matter of action

    How much can we pretend,
    that we’re not complicit in our silence?
    how much longer, until these times get so desperate?

    the beating in our hearts
    a rhythm we can’t shut out
    calling us to action, call us to action…

    CHORUS

    its a matter of action.

    these are desperate times calling for desperate measures
    these are desperate times calling for desperate action

    its a matter of action.

    Time for action

    Following paths
    so many ways to wander
    so many ways I’ve wondered
    always the question biting at my heel
    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed
    strong hearts deceived
    where were you in this time of need?

    following paths so many ways to take it on
    so many ways we’ve lost
    always the question expressing the real
    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
    where were you in this time of need?
    where were you?

    your shadow still cast
    all that we lived past
    your words still linger
    if we could peel back the time
    uncover the wounds so they can really heal

    sometimes its too much to feel

    open hearts bleed strong hearts deceive
    where were you in this time of need?
    where were you?"

    youtube.com/watch?v=LEBhDVnzG_
    #AnActOfLiberation #Degrowth #TimeForAction #ATimeForLiberation #ATimeForAction #AMatterForAction #AnActOfLiberation #PostColonialism #ResistTheMachine #ResistHeteroPatriarchy