This song speaks to the state of current racial issues taking place in the United States.

Lyrics:
She carries her face to Missouri
In the summer and rain of the girl I know
She handles it all, no matter the weather
She finds a gold locket and picks up a feather
From death does she weep
oh sleeper come sleep in the mud You can’t burn no more
The violent dread of the night
In chloroform dreams of horror and guilt
The killed creep from their graves
In arms to speak of the dead on hallowed hills where death seems simply unavoidable They’re saying death is avoidable
They say love your brothers and your sisters too in dreams and in police vans
You are my brother, and we are all sons
We speak the same language, the tongue of love We pierce through the darkness of hearts unwon We are our company, each other’s company
Peace is a memory as distant as us.
Martin Luther King Jr:
“When we look at modern man, we have to face the fact...that modern man suffers from a kind of poverty of the spirit, which stands in glaring contrast to his scientific and technological abundance; We've learned to fly the air like birds, we've learned to swim the seas like fish, and yet we haven't learned to walk the Earth as brothers and sisters...”

We Are All Sons

Special thanks to the recording arts department at Peabody Conservatory for this one. They were wonderful enough to host me for recording session with one of their production classes. Peabody student Jonah Scott did amazing work on this song. Anything that isn't the first guitar and voice is his work.

Nick Allen