Album Out Nov. 5th, 2013
Available to Pre-order now: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/divided-united-songs-civil/id720936196
at iTunes and Amazon

32 fresh interpretations of Civil War songs from a collection of artists who span genres and generations.

ATO Records and music supervisor Randall Poster ('Moonrise Kingdom,' 'Boardwalk Empire,' 'Rave on Buddy Holly') have joined forces to release 'Divided & United,' a two-disc set of Civil War songs brought to life through fresh interpretations by the pioneers, Hall of Famers and rising young stars of country, bluegrass, folk and beyond. The collection celebrates music deeply vital to the history and spirit of America in tribute to the 150th anniversary of the Civil War. Each song offers a unique window on the past, with themes exploring race, identity and reconciliation in a manner that echoes profoundly today.

The tremendous talents on 'Divided & United' span several generations and genres. Combined they have won close to 200 GRAMMY Awards, numerous Country Music Awards and include Rock And Roll Hall of Famers, Country Music Hall of Famers and Bluegrass Hall of Famers.

The songs represent hope and loss, camaraderie and compassion, and the distinct voices of the North and South; born out of the specific battles and turning points, sentimental, parlor songs and spirituals of the period, songs that soldiers brought into battle with them, abolition and minstrel songs, and more.



Jamey Johnson "Rebel Soldier"

If This Is The End

If This Is the End

Lonely Cowboy

Untold

Father Let Me Go

He was a quiet boy in seventh grade
She had a little red streak in her twisted braidsHe was curious and asked “What’s your name?”
Her green eyes answered, “Mary Jane”

They met up Friday after school
He lit her up, she made him feel cool
He could hurt all night and not feel pain
Just looking at the stars with Mary Jane

She got him to grow up fast
That innocence, you don’t get back
The way he saw the world started to change
Felt so good when she was around
But every up took him further down
And he ain’t ever really been the same
Since Mary Jane

He met her hippy friends one day
Wearing tie-dye, singing Touch of Grey
They took trips real far away
And were wilder than Mary Jane

There was girl on the road with a temping face
She rode a white horse and they found a place
Where she put a craving in his veins
Now he don’t even talk to Mary Jane

She got him to grow up fast
That innocence, you don’t get back
The way he saw the world started to change
Felt so good when she was around
But every up took him further down
And he ain’t ever really been the same

Yeah since he met Mary Jane he went
From high school straight to state rehab
Seventeen to thirty-five
Life of the party to barely alive

Now he’s in the church of redeeming grace
Some people cry, some people pray
There’s folding chairs and Coffee MateAnd chips to count their day by day
That they quit that Mary Jane
Yeah they all quit that Mary Jane

He was a quiet boy in seventh grade
She had a little red streak in her twisted braids

Mary Jane

The Dues Are Never Paid.

The 5th album from alternative folk band Cold Weather Company.

Cold Dark Shadow

Whiskey in the Wind

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Forgive 
Is 
To Live 
And let live. 
The understanding 
And transparency 
With the  
Soul’s inerrancy. 
The ego’s discrepancy. 
As the universe 
Grants clemency. 
The grace 
Of dualities. 
Coherency 
While my clarity 
Looks at 
Relational 
Disparity. 
An act  
Of insincerity. 
The tendency 
Toward 
Popularity 
Becoming the route 
Of jealousy’s 
Psychotherapy. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

This bondage  
Of self 
As separation 
Is being dealt. 
From a therapist 
Or a parent 
Where love is not 
Honestly being felt 
Or 
Transparent. 
The key to 
This conundrum 
Separation 
One from 
Done from 
Affront from 
Look to 
It’s opposite. 
Acceptance 
And love from 
Not to 
Judge from. 
The agony of me 
Is the toll  
Of the false 
Perception. 
I see 
Being laid down 
In front of me. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

Forgive, and you 
Will see differently. 
This path to  
Nonduality. 
Becomes a reality. 
Grasping at 
The illusions 
Of  
money 
Property 
And prestige. 
Will not 
Control the liege. 
Freedom 
Of choice 
And joy 
To fulfill 
Not  
The projection 
Of separation 
And guilt. 
I will forgive 
And this will 
Disappear 
The removal 
Of pain 
And fear.

Clemency


This song is a sequel to “Stuck in the Game,” a working man’s cry about running in circles chasing the same two hundred bucks, paying it right back in rent, and wondering why the dream keeps drifting farther away.

But the more I sat with it, the more I realized:
the game isn’t broken.
It’s working exactly as designed.

The struggles in our inner cities, the jobs that never come back, the “fixes” that never seem to fix they’re not accidents. They’re part of a system that keeps the powerful comfortable by keeping everyone else divided, busy, and just desperate enough to stay quiet.

If those kids in the city had real tools and opportunities, they’d rise, and they’d compete in an already crowded job market, and that could be problem for the ones holding all the cards because fixing it would mean less for them.

This song is a reminder that awareness is the first rebellion.
Once we see the rules for what they are, we can start rewriting them.
Because maybe the real revolution isn’t to flip the board it’s to build a new one.

[Intro]

Yeah… roll the dice again
Same board
Same winners
Same lie
Welcome to the game

[Verse 1]

Rising before dawn, chasing them fading dreams
Clock punch, pay cut, same old schemes
They say work hard, the truth will set you free
But the dice are loaded, one, two, three.

Board’s set tight, lines already drawn
You’re the pawn, till your paycheck’s gone
Pass Go, take two hundred, then watch it leave
Right back in rent, that landlord’s creed

[Chorus 1]

The game is stacked, can’t you see
Built for them, not you or me
We roll our dice, but they own the board
They raise the rent we can’t afford
They say “that’s life, that’s how it be
But fixing the game means less for them, not me

[Verse 2]

No jobs, no hope, mm-hmm, just boarded doors
Kids trading dreams for street-corner wars
Politicians pose, talk clean on the stand
But never once step where the real ones stand

They cut them ribbons, shake them hands
Smile for the cameras, take their plans
It’s chaos fuel, that’s the trick
Keep us fighting so they get rich

[Bridge]

They pretend to care, keep the status quo
Smile for the cameras, then let it go
Fixing the game don’t fit their plan 
Why share the pie when you can own the pan

They pretend to care, but they don’t dare
Keep things steady? Keep things fair
Nah… keep it theirs
Why share

[Final Chorus – Sung & Spoken Mix]

The game ain’t broken, it’s rigged to win,
They deal the cards, then cash ’em in
They’ll never fix what keeps ’em fed 
Can’t lift the lost without losing bread

So they preach about fair, but we all know when 
Fixing the game… means less for them

[Outro]

Maybe one day, we change the frame.
Rewrite the rules. Rename the game.
Till then 
We’re still circlin’, payin’ the fee
Cause the game is stacked
Against you and me


The game ain’t broken, it’s rigged to win,
They deal the cards, then cash ’em in
They’ll never fix what keeps ’em fed 
Can’t lift the lost without losing bread

Cause the game is stacked
Against you and me




The Game is Stacked

 From The Trishas' "They Call Us The Trishas" Mini-Album


Trouble About My Soul

Mark & Wendy Cunico:  marcodaddio Creations

Songwriters blending Blues, Rock, Soul, Folk, Gospel, Country & Pop.   Telling real stories through AI-powered music.

The Game is Stacked

marcodaddio (Mark Cunico)