Berklee Spring ‘23 Songs for Social Change (S4SC)
S4SC-23 Invited SoundCloud Finalist
Lyrics:
My school wasn’t the one in danger when the alarm rang 
And still the doors were blocked curtains over window panes  
And a single soul he saved them all 
But I bet you don’t know who I’m talking about
It’s the same old story we’ve heard a thousand times

Ooooo
History swallows the dead
Ooooo
There’s no articles after it’s said
Think of it
Why’d the problem last?
Is it in the past?
But it never passed oh
History swallows the dead
There’s no life to live after it’s end

The hero hasn’t a life after it’s ended
His thoughts his skills his passions have all left
And we don’t talk about them
We let them die 
We talk for his climax
And leave it to dry
It’s the same old story we’ve heard a thousand times

Ooooo
History swallows the dead
Ooooo
There’s no articles after it’s said
Think of it
Why’d the problem last?
Is it in the past?
But it never passed oh
History swallows the dead
There’s no life to live after it’s end

Why do we not know the heroes 
Why do we let even more be made
Why do we not know the heroes 
Why do we let every life be paid

Why do we not know the heroes 
Why do we let even more be made
Why do we not know the heroes 
Why do we let every life be paid

Why do we not know the heroes 
Why do we let even more be made
Why do we not know the heroes 
Why do we let every life be paid

Why do we not know the heroes 
Why do we let even more be made
Why do we not know the heroes 
Why do we let every life be paid

Goz Asai - History Swallows The Dead

Berklee Spring ‘23 Songs for Social Change (S4SC)
S4SC-23 Invited Showcase Performer
Lyrics:
A citizen
Was born a sin
The yellow from my food rubbed off into my skin

I’d go to school
My lunch was noodles
But lunchables were diamonds where a kid would rule

A child’s game 
Meant the smell was fatal 
And I know my mother’s tofu made them leave the table

My culture
Was vulgar 
Through American lens
I lost all my color to make more friends

What a nice house this is
But it’s not mine to live in 
Bloodline had crossed the ocean 
But fate didn’t want us chosen
I don’t know
I don’t know 
Where’s my home?

What a nice house this is
But it’s not mine to live in 
Bloodline had crossed the ocean 
But fate didn’t want us chosen
I don’t know
I don’t know 
Where’s my home?

Well now I’m older
But still disguised 
Cause even in my homeland I feel colonized

By these people
Who ask me where I’m from
But I thought we grew up with all the same games and norms

Say can you see
“Land of the free”
Yet I’m shackled to their wants and needs
It’s no home for me.

What a nice house this is
But it’s not mine to live in 
Bloodline had crossed the ocean 
But fate didn’t want us chosen
I don’t know
I don’t know 
Where’s my home?

What a nice house this is
But it’s not mine to live in 
Bloodline had crossed the ocean 
But fate didn’t want us chosen
I don’t know
I don’t know 
Where’s my home?

I don’t know
I don’t know
Where’s my home

Will & Goz - Where's My Home

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