spin two
how can we call it
liberation
if our only goal is
to be the ones who own
the brands, whips, and chains
how can we call it
liberation
if our only goal is
to be the ones who own
the brands, whips, and chains
i have an old bedraggled dog
i found when he was small
he does not jump, or dig, or fetch
he does not play at all
and though this dark companion
doesn't bring me any joy
i must, i must take care of him
this damnable good boy
he dashes through my hallways
like a beast that's gone insane
but when i try to walk him
he's an anchor on a chain
he barks at the most random hour
and wakes me from my sleep
he whines for food, but when he’s fed
he simply does not eat
when i try to leave my house
he lays and blocks the way
he'll stay until i sit with him
and waste the whole damn day
but as i know him better now
his pattern's gotten clear
and all his bad behaviour
has become, to me, more dear
he ran because in chasing him
i had to follow suit
he did not walk because the ground
was shaking underfoot
he did not eat because the food
had rotted on the plate
and when he barked it was because
i'd never been awake
he blocks the door to keep me
when i haven't stopped to rest
he reminds that i've only ever
tried to do my best
so even though i sometimes wish
he'd finally leave me be
i understand the value
of his brand of loyalty
i have an old bedraggled dog
i met when i was small
he stays with me to teach me
that it's still okay to fall
so when my dark companion
sees me hide away from joy
he must, he must take care of me
this damnable good boy
depression
is the opposite of
expression
i was never meant
to be a mirror
anyway
i was broken
so i could be
reborn
a disco ball
arrogance
is thinking you
can’t lose
confidence
is knowing you
can win
self-esteem
is knowing your value even if you
don’t play
well of course
i'm full of myself
who else,
exactly,
am i supposed
to be full of?
repression
is the other half of
oppression
not one of us is free until all of us are free
you cannot oppress women without repressed men. you cannot oppress queer people without repressed straight people. you cannot oppress black people without the repression inherent in white supremacy.
those in power are often insecure about it, afraid that if they lose power they will be nothing if only they let themselves learn from the people whose power they so cravenly disregard.
permission
is not
freedom
what are you still asking for?
whose approval are you still seeking?
consequences
are not
persecution
you can't leap
from the top of a house
and vex with the
ground
for slapping you
2020 has been a year. between the pandemic, the blow to the arts, and the continued fight for freedom, we've been put through the ringer—both in philly, and the rest of the country. i hope this song brings you some catharsis as we say goodbye to this year and move into the next one.
written and performed by dain saint
video produced, edited, colored, and post-produced by adriano martino
performance shot on an iphone by adriano martino following covid-19 safety protocols
special thanks to franky bradley's for providing a safe venue for the performance
all other clips are licensed through various platforms
special thanks for additional courtesy b-roll footage provided by:
special thanks to kelly lacy for providing the blm mural footage.
discomfort
is not
suffering
this country has convinced you
that discomfort is the same as suffering
some march to end brutality while
some march to cling to comfort
and you see no earthly difference
when some of us would die
so our children could be merely
uncomfortable
maybe you can charge him with
disorderly conduct
resisting the truth
and assault and battery
on the populace
(with injuries)