From the recording The Iciclist
The Iciclist sadly realizes he can’t stay because he is starting to understand that he is not only unwelcome, but might be discovered. Angeline, who followed him from the cave saves him from being arrested and they flee the scene. As Angeline and the Iciclist navigate away from the scene, the crowd becomes angry and starts to blame the police for the shooting due to their aggressive actions and claims that the police shot first. There has been a long history of overall distrust of how the police treat the citizens as potential criminals rather than the people they swore to protect. The crowd grows into a fury of rage and a protest begins. The police aggressively attack the protesters and a riot breaks out.
Performed by Ben Shaw and Jamie Hill
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jamie Hill at The Department of
Energy Management Studios in Tacoma, WA.
All songs written and copyrighted by Benjamin Beckwith Shaw
All rights reserved
Lyrics
Golden hawk
Ordinary sky
He came to talk
About what was why.
There's a brink we cannot know
Well beyond our self-control.
Fire red
Burning blue and white.
Left for dead
Embers will ignite.
There's a brink we cannot know
Well beyond our self-control.
That blows and blows and blows and bloz
Set the pace upon this broken road
There's more to faith than hallelujah
Turn debate into a song
And sing to your babies at night
There is no hate in hope or lullabies.
If love is left, madness will recede
Enjoy your breath
And scatter all the seeds.
There's a brink we cannot know
Well beyond our self-control.
And it blows and it blow and it blows and it blows
Set the pace upon this broken road
There's more to faith than hallelujah
Turn debate into a song
And sing to your babies at night
There is no hate in hope or lullabies.
There is no hate in hope or lullabies.
There is no hate in hope or lullabies.