Story Behind The Song
This is a true protest song that I wrote while having my civil liberties unlawfully violated by the U.S. military authorities on Okinawa, Japan.
Because of this incident it became very clear how easy it is for those in authority to arrogantly and by di
Song Description
If we are not careful, our freedoms can be taken away by "Authority" in the cause of "protecting our greater needs."
| Song Length |
4:30 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Outraged, Troubled |
Subject |
Freedom, Protest |
| Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, Neil Young |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
THE STAND - music and lyrics by Richard C. (Kluso) Tollini © 2008
They said "well, don't worry ... it'll all pass"
A minor inconvenience ... these things they never last
A small price to pay for the freedoms we enjoy
So jus'sit down an' be quiet now, and dontcha make any noise
Well later on the come and put up a sign
"this place here is Off Limits" .. don't you dare cross that line
There dangers a lurkin' ... and people we don't trust
So jus' good folk now, and don't put up no fuss
(chorus)
The days move slow and sun sets low as a chill falls over the land
So put on your coat, turn up your collar and take me by the hand
The wind blows fear across your face as we march on up the hill
To find ourselves in the bright sunlight as we make the final stand
An' jus' the other day I saw 'em they was puttin' up a wall
"Don't get too close" they hollered... but don't you worry at all
This is jus'to keep the wrong kind out, or so'd they say
Mus't be true cuz I never was able to climb it all the way
An' the next year come and they took ol' Joe away
"He jus' didn't look right" or so that's what they'd say
An' don't you worry now ... it'll all pass
A minor inconvenience .... These things they never last
(chorus)
The days move slow and sun sets low as a chill falls over the land
So put on your coat, turn up your collar and take me by the hand
The wind blows fear across your face as we march on up the hill
To find ourselves in the bright sunlight as we make the final stand