We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Purchasable with gift card

     

about

lyrics

IOWA SUMMER

No one here knows the color of the sky
we're captive in a raging storm
stackin' up hope all through the night
our homeland's become trenches for war
this farm put clothes on my family's backs
put my daughter through school
won't sell the land to the government man
who says I must be a fool

the rivers rage
the river rolls
the eye of the storm is blind
my hands have bled
for the family's I've fed
now I wonder who's gonna feed mine...
when rivers rage

forty days and forty nights
we been in fear of losin' the land
all that I see and all that I know
is all that I sew with my hands
live in the house my grandfather built
farm the soil he plowed
sometimes sir I can smell his cologne
when I wipe his sweat from my brow

I see my dad sitting out on that fence
hear his harmonica play
these memories are all part of me
all being swept away
now 18 inches of rain fell today
it's only a matter of time
we can work through the night and again through the day
to keep from falling behind

credits

from Burning Down: The Songs of Anarchist Prisoner Sean Swain, released May 1, 2015
Words by Sean Swain. Music by Cottontail.

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Sean Swain Lucasville, Ohio

Sean Swain has been held without legal conviction or sentence since 1991 for the self-defense killing of a court official’s relative who broke into Sean’s home and threatened his life.

Sean will only be liberated when the illegitimate power of the lawless rogue state holding him hostage is abolished once and for all.

More info at seanswain.org
... more

contact / help

Contact Sean Swain

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Sean Swain, you may also like: