Song Description
Three "snapshots" of the year 2020 in America.
| Song Length |
3:16 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana, Pop - Easy Listening |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Moving, Peaceful |
Subject |
Power, Frustration |
| Similar Artists |
John Prine, Jackson Browne |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Early January no one knew
Just a footnote in the nightly news.
Turned into headlines as the numbers grew
Sickness takes your breath then the rest of you.
We isolate in fear
They said it couldn't happen here
Hide behind a mask in the land of plenty
With the spring of 2020
I can't breathe said the man on the ground
Nine minutes passed that cop held him down.
All eyes watching that MN town
One life lost, but our conscience found.
Brought us to our knees
Crowds filled up the angry streets
Blood on their hands in the land of plenty
Say his name in 2020
Heavy's the head that wears the golden crown
Tips the scales of justice to the powerful and proud.
Held our breathe made every ballot count
But the madman wouldn't lay his weapons down
Did it crush the American dream
That cold wind to wipe the slate clean
All we took for granted in the land of plenty
Winter Solstice 2020
All we took for granted in the land of plenty
Winter Solstice 2020