Raise Your Arms, a reggae reflection to capture the Fort Fisher Civil War engagements or the Ukranian invasion, a vivid encapsulation of impending doom.
Joey Okrie - Music, Backing Vocals, Production
Mark Holman, Lyrics, Vocals, Production
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When invaders come, readiness must be prevalent. "We are the shores on which their waves must break. More of them will die to make us run. All the children sing, la, la, la, la, la, . . ."
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Lyrics
I see the boats in the harbor tonight.
They've been here the past few days.
Soldiers come for our enlistment.
There's going to be a changing of our ways.
Smoke fires tell of last night's bombings.
Innocents are dead along the beach.
This call to arms is like a watered flame.
They will burn or we will smolder in defeat.
Raise your arms to the sky.
Wave to us our last goodbye.
All the children sing: La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Stand here next to me.
I hear a thousand rockets explode for you.
Is it our last dime?
Stand here with me now.
Let me look into your eyes.
Is it the last time?
Shed no tears for your fishermen.
We trade our nets for these guns.
We are the shores on which their waves must break.
More of us will die to make them run.
Raise your arms to the sky.
Wave to us our last goodbye.
All the children sing: La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
(Lead Break - Joey's Guitar)
Shed no tears for your fishermen.
We trade our nets for these guns.
We are the shores on which their waves must break.
More of them will die to make us run.
Raise your arms to the sky.
Wave to us our last goodbye.
All the children sing: La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Stand here with me now.
Let me look into your eyes.
Is it the last time?
Stand here next to me.
I hear a thousand rockets explode for you.
Is it our last dime?
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