Lyrics

A Garden For Every Fist

Raise your fist in the air
Stick your trowel in the ground.
Get up, get down, shake it all around.
Get your get on to the rock n roll sound.
Shooting up like grass through the sidewalk
Eco-systems in the city streets.
We’re working our way through the gaps in the concrete
Busting open right beneath our feet.

Oh! Can you see it?
The living city right before your eyes.
Oh! Can you hear it?
Letting us know she’s only in a new guise.
There’s no revolution
Until we touch the ground, reaching down to plant the seeds.
We’re tilling the soil… A garden for every fist!

Raise your fist in the air
Stick your trowel in the ground.
Get up, get down, start it right now.
Gotta get a move-on on the underground.
We’ve got a thousand rooftops here
Situated for a little salvation
And a million forgotten spaces
Calling out for some imagination.

Oh! Can you feel it?
The naked city beneath the soles of your feet.
Oh! Can you believe it?
A metro-paradise awaits at the end of the street.
There’s no revolution
Until we touch the ground, reaching down to plant the seeds.
We’re tilling the soil… A garden for every fist!

Above the underground
That’s where you see us now.
And this is our sound…
I’m singin’ all my people - c’mon an’ get down!

Oh! Can you see it?
It rises up amidst the foliage.
Oh! Can you believe it?
We’re working our way into a new age

There’s no revolution
Until we touch the ground, reaching down to plant the seeds.
There’s no revolution
Without soiled hands.
We’re tilling the soil…
A garden for every fist!

“Humanity has passed through a long history of one-sidedness and of a social condition that has always contained the potential of destruction, despite its creative achievements in technology. The great project of our time must be to open the other eye: to see all-sidedly and wholly, to heal and transcend the cleavage between humanity and nature that came with early wisdom.”
- Murray Bookchin (The Ecology of Freedom)

(Marek Vermin)