Words and Music: Amy Ray
Note: This song is a reincarnation of Problem Child
Through the dustbowl through the debt
Grandma was a suffragette
Blacklisted for her publication
Blacklisted for my generation
Go, go, go
Raise your hands, raise your hands high
Don`t take a seat don`t stand aside
This time don`t assume anything
Just go, go, go
So feed the fire and fan the flame
I know the kids can stand the rain
I know the kids are still upsetters
Cause rock is cool but the struggle is better
I said go, go, go
Raise your hands, raise your hands high
Don`t take a seat don`t stand aside
This time don`t assume anything
This time don`t assume anything
I said go, go, go
The truth is I was afraid . . .
. . .I felt inferior. . .
. . .I felt I excelled in competing with others
And I knew instantly that these people
Were not competing at all, that they were acting in a
Strange, powerful trance of movement together.
And I was filled with longing to act
With them and with the fear that I could not.
Did they tell you it was set in stone
And that you would end up alone
Use your years to psych you out
You`re too old to care, they`re too young to count
Did they tell you you would come undone
If you tried to touch the sun
Undermine the underground
You`re too old to care they`re too young to count
I said go, go, go
Amy Ray: Electric and acoustic guitars, vocals
Emily Saliers: Electric guitar, vocals
John Reynolds: Drums
Dawson Miller: Percussion
Clare Kenny: Bass
Carol Isaacs: Organ and moog
Caroline Dale: Cello
Joan Osborne: Backing vocals
Spoken word written by Meridel Le Sueur, from "I Was Marching."