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A song for my friend Brad Will who was shot to death on October 27th, 2006 with a camera in his hand, filming for NYC Indymedia on the barricades in Oaxaca City.
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"If the great Phil Ochs were to rise from the dead today, he would probably be hailed as the new David Rovics." Andy Kershaw, BBC
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #101
Peak in subgenre #9
Author
David Rovics
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bmi all rights reserved 2009
Uploaded
September 18, 2009
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MP3 7.4 MB • 320 kbps • 3:14
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A song for my friend Brad Will who was shot to death on October 27th, 2006 with a camera in his hand, filming for NYC Indymedia on the barricades in Oaxaca City.
Lyrics
I remember when we met Surrounded by police It was the one block in the city Where protest was allowed And they were there to keep the peace You said hey my name is Brad And I think we surely will Mess up these meetings These jokers will remember us In this city on the hill   I’d see you at the rallies Guitar on your knee The calm inside the storm From Prague to San Francisco Miami to DC We traveled on the same roads You were everywhere With a smile on your face In the redwood forests Or the streets of Tompkins Square   I’ll go down to the water And with the morning dew I will watch the sun rise And I’ll smoke this joint for you   I can see you on a bicycle Reclaiming the street Digging up the asphalt To plant a bandit garden And grow some food to eat I got an email from Quito You said you’ve got to see this place Everyone is rising up Come and see the future Of this lovely human race   Chorus   The last time that I saw you It was in New York town Sitting on a rooftop Talking about relationships And how to live them down I heard you went down to Oaxaca To join the battle that was there I saw your picture in the paper With a bullet in your chest In your eyes a distant stare   Chorus
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