Sparked by police brutality against George Floyd and many others, a call for more empathy and action from white people. The video features my photos from DC and Dakar. Black lives that have mattered to me over the years, both family moments and passing strangers in fleeting moments of resonance, of common humanity.
lyrics
Fallen on the street
And all the girls you know
Are wasting their time
Calling on your phone
Calling out to stop
And minding the traces
Blue from sticks and stones
And all the world you know
Is reeling us out
Finding that a breath here
Like a life
Is too expensive
If the fallen could be you
And the wasting could be mine
Then you’d say it’s too many times
And the fear of what could break
In the lives that you made
Keeps your mind on autopilot
From the raw backs of the owned
To the new blood on the phone
A silver girl can’t face these times, so I rise
We rise
If the fallen could be you
And the wasting could be mine
Then you’d say it’s too many times
And the fear of what could break
In the lives that you made
Keeps your mind on autopilot
credits
released August 6, 2020
Music, lyrics, and photographs by Bill Crandall