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Rachel Garlin - The State That We Are In (Official Video)

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The official music video for Rachel Garlin – The State That We Are In
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Words & Music: Rachel Garlin
LYRICS:
I got stuck somewhere in between
Freaking out and going numb from the spin machine
I’ve been reeling from the backlash
Of our crash course in chagrin
And I am struck by the state that we’re in
Some fiascos are better seen from the sky
A man has a plan to build a canal
Then the railroad whizzes by
And we’re watching out for whiskey
While he’s pouring out the gin
And I am struck by the state that we’re in
I’m not saying there’s an answer to the riddle
I’m not saying that the truth is in our reach
But when I wake up to the skies
Burning red before sunrise
I know the wildfires got very little sleep
There’s no glut on the postcards that we write
Simply put we’re all under
The same big satellite
There’s pressure on the middle
And suppression in the wind
But we’re not stuck with the state that we are in
We’re not tired, we’re not despairing, not resigned
We’re not counting on the roof to fix the leak
We're mixing districts re-defined
We’re ditching zig-zag-zip code lines
And we are gonna speak
It’s time to get a trip and strip the poison from the soil
Dispense with it, or drench it all in palmarosa oil
There’s a drought, but there’s a river
With a mouth where we can swim
We’re not stuck with the state that we’re in
Produced by Jonny Flaugher (bass by Jonny)
Michael Jerome on drums
David Ralicke on flutes
Brandon Walters on guitars
@rachelgarlin
Follow Rachel Garlin on:
Words & Music: Rachel Garlin
LYRICS:
I got stuck somewhere in between
Freaking out and going numb from the spin machine
I’ve been reeling from the backlash
Of our crash course in chagrin
And I am struck by the state that we’re in
Some fiascos are better seen from the sky
A man has a plan to build a canal
Then the railroad whizzes by
And we’re watching out for whiskey
While he’s pouring out the gin
And I am struck by the state that we’re in
I’m not saying there’s an answer to the riddle
I’m not saying that the truth is in our reach
But when I wake up to the skies
Burning red before sunrise
I know the wildfires got very little sleep
There’s no glut on the postcards that we write
Simply put we’re all under
The same big satellite
There’s pressure on the middle
And suppression in the wind
But we’re not stuck with the state that we are in
We’re not tired, we’re not despairing, not resigned
We’re not counting on the roof to fix the leak
We're mixing districts re-defined
We’re ditching zig-zag-zip code lines
And we are gonna speak
It’s time to get a trip and strip the poison from the soil
Dispense with it, or drench it all in palmarosa oil
There’s a drought, but there’s a river
With a mouth where we can swim
We’re not stuck with the state that we’re in
Produced by Jonny Flaugher (bass by Jonny)
Michael Jerome on drums
David Ralicke on flutes
Brandon Walters on guitars
@rachelgarlin