sonya

Hurricane

Mexico

This is a protest song. 

The night of the election felt like a bad dream. Like something very dark inside humanity was being revealed. The following morning as I boarded a ferry, the air heavy with grief, I couldn’t help but feel something had died — a hope of our future perhaps. Everyone wore black, silently facing forward. It was bone chilling in New York that day. The feeling of a death permeated the air as if we were all going to a funeral.

So I wrote this song.

It is a song about not giving up hope for the upward movement of humanity as a whole. We are stronger together than separate. In this time, I fear for the planet with this change of guard to Donald Trump President-Elect and in the words of Gloria Steinem, “I’m not going to disobey the law, but I’m not going to pretend he represents me.”

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"Funeral"

Marching down the Avenue
Going to a funeral
Last night I heard the news
There’s gonna be a burial

Walking the streets in procession
One by one in succession
I know it wont be long
I know I don’t belong.

An Axe that cuts rings through the forest
Wood carved from the trees before us
Steel made of the earth it shatters
What happens now
Yes it matters

Mothers please teach your children
Not to follow the path they are given

I know it wont be long
I know we don’t belong

A whole nation
Cries in the wake
It’s time
The glass ceiling must break

I know it wont be long
I know we don’t belong

Oh My God
My heart is really breaking
This night so long
Not all is forsaken

Light has illuminated this
Line cast
The bait and the switch

I know it wont be long
I know we don’t belong

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Recorded in NYC at Feibusch &Co Studio
Produced by Simon Katz &Co
Engineered & Mixed by Neal Evans
Words & Music by Sonya Kitchell & Simon Katz

sonya

David E. Goldschmidt