Son of the Oppressor

by Yellow Wood

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released November 21, 2009

All songs written, performed and recorded at home by Adam Rideout-Arkell and Matthew Rideout, except bass guitar on 4, 5, 7, 9 and 13 by R. Mathew Fields. Ukulele on 13 by Stefan Cvetkovic. Mixed at home by AMRA, Mastered by Joáo Carvalho. Drum edits and day-saving on 2 by Kevin Couvillon. Cover Photo by M. Rideout and J. Wilson. Exterior Design by Shane Potvin and AMRA, interior design by AMRA.

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Track Name: ThunderCats
When I was a boy, my Dad took me aside
He said, "Son, I have words of advice.
Right now while you are young it's all ThunderCats and fun
but one day you'll be mortgaged with a wife.

"So pay all your bills before you go.
Don't leave your kids on earth with debts that you owe.
Be honest boy 'bout your hours of work.
Don't lie about your faults, it just makes it worse."
Track Name: Chinese Women Unite!
Chinese women, unite!
Chinese women, unite!
Unbind your feet and fight!
Chinese women, unite!

Homo boys, arise.
Homo boys, unite.
Why can't we feel the love?

Should I be begging you to pour our blood out?
Should I be begging you to put the knife down?

Black skinned girls all dance
And stomp upon our heads!

Should I be begging you to pour our blood out?
Should I be begging you to put the knife down?

Should I be begging you to pour our blood out?
Should I be begging you to put the knife down?
Track Name: Son of the Oppressor
Africa, oh Africa
why have you been down for so long?
Is it blackened skin or replicas of empire states
we built upon ya?

My Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Dad was there
I'm Mother's Mother's Mother's son of the oppressor

Pass the buck, we pass the buck
the wicked words that dribble from our tounges
Oh India, and eskimos can strap their boots and rise up on their own

My Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Dad was there
I'm Mother's Mother's Mother's son of the oppressor

Oh no, my Dad said no
but your father clenched his fist and made him shake upon his throne
Don't go, the Pharoh said no
and you prayed the God of love would come and crush his every bone

Oh no, my Dad said no
but your father clenched his fist and made him shake upon his throne
So go, the Pharoh said go
for fear the God of love would come and crush his every bone
Track Name: Who Are You?
Who are you gonna be in the morning
when all your friends are gone to their day jobs?

Who are you gonna be without the bottle
when all your friends are grasping one
and you've got no one to call but me?

It should be different from before.

Who are you gonna be in the future
when all your friends can't get you in
and you've got debt?
so much debt

Who are you gonna be when the levy breaks?
A sailor or a sunken ship that God can't even raise?
Track Name: Tall Tales
Do you remember? I was a boy,
I threw my shoulder out and fell behind
On swim team I's drowning though God knows I tried;
Pace with the thin kids and swim in the lines

One day at practice when I couldn't keep up
with three strokes per breathing just like we learned
I felt miraculous pain on the flip-turn
Lifeguard came diving, brought me to the side

I remember everything: Pain and pleasure felt so nice
Sympathy and pool escape: oh that was a golden lie

Do you remember? You were a kid
You begged your mother to join track and field
You weren't a runner but run's what you did
Pace with the big kids and she bought you gifts

One sunny weekend with everyone watching
your mom offered presents to run a good time
You couldn't do it but she wasn't looking
Coach wasn't counting when you crossed the line

Each little lie we tell is, whether it's short or it's long,
another pile in the earth to keep our foundations strong

Each little lie we tell is, whether it's short or it's long,
another pile in the earth to keep our foundations strong
Each little lie we tell is, whether it's brief of it's tall,
another pile in the earth, another step in the fall
Track Name: Reaganomics/Brother's Keeper
Oh where oh where has my brother been?
Sleeping with his girlfriend
Oh where oh where has the mailman been?
Bringing only bills, never letters from my friends

I'm tired, I'm tired of waiting for it
I'm tired of holding these dreams in my head

Mon frere, mon frere, I'll tell the truth
I've been thinking little thoughts about you
I hate when you say and don't do
your skinny little body

I'm tired, I'm tired of waiting for it
I'm tired, so tired that I'm blaming the things I don't do
on you

I've been waiting for the trickle down
but it is yet to come
Track Name: We Can All Be Friends
If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better
If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better friends
If no one sticks their neck out we can all be better friends
If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better friends

If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better
If we all just stop believing we can all be better friends
If no one sticks their neck out we can all have level heads
If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better friends

If we strip it of it's meaning
we can all be better friends
If Matty ends up shot and bleeding
from mixing alcohol and guns again

If no one sticks their neck out
we can all have level heads
There's no need for cops or Jesus
Just bury him and listen to the band
Track Name: Be a Little Braver
Be a little braver than you are, and pick up the sword and beat it on the ground
Don't you fight those wars your father left you in
Be a big man and learn to use your head

Be honest young boy, be honest youg boy, you're not going to stay
to wait here and see how it works for me when I'm old and grey

Be a little braver than I seem now,
and pick up the sword and cut the wicked down, town oh
how'd I end up being the rich man
how'd I end up here
We gotta beat the bastards, we gotta beat the bastards down

Be honest young boy, be honest youg boy, you're not going to stay
to wait here and see how it works for me when I stop to pray

We gotta beat them down again, they're gaining ground
but if we put our hearts to it, people pay an honest bit
for love
So we'll still put our hearts to it
Track Name: Jasper Guitar Sequence
How you believe everything gets better over time
when all that's on your mind is how you can get away
with raping a girl by buying her drinks? I do not know
what made you think everything gets better over time
when everything you buy was made by little girls
all losing their hair while sewing up seems?
What does it mean if we can't make anything better?

How'd we ever think he could part the water
and walk across the muddy ocean floor?
With God on our side there's nothing to fear.
When we reach the shore all promises that we have ever broken
will be forgiven and scurried out the door
With hope in our eyes all egypt will drown
We will be free to walk upon the streets of gold and silver
Track Name: It's About Trying
(Lyrics are something along the lines of:)
mumble mumble mumble...
tell me what it's all about, don't know what it's all about
it's about trying to be something more than I was born for
Track Name: Roman Control
Your body, I know
was bloodied and broke
was buried and rose
to pay for our souls

You flooded the earth
and parted the sea
You gave us your word
I always believed

But I cannot keep all the promises made
when lovers are losing to faith hope and hate
You haven't got love if all that keep
is sureness and safety and run from the deep of the world

of Gay boys and girls
the happiest bunch
all born into love
not sin that we're taught
The lukest of you say never get caught
and drown all your love in faith hope and fraud

And I shouldn't bother is what I'm now told
"Religion's a system of roman control"
And I can't deny what the darkest know true
the white of our acts may have outweighed the good of our words