Being the Change

Pitman B. Potter, from the Irony album produced by Pro Bono Publicum, & Bérangère Maïa N. Parizeau singing.

That man is a Simple man
He led the new crusade
He goes through life oblivious
To the costs of mistakes that he’s made.
To the costs of mistakes that he’s made.
 
That girl is a matchstick doll
So posturing and so cool.
Her fame and fortune are curious,
Just payment for playing the fool.
Just payment for playing the fool.
 
That crowd has the old school tie
They spend their time each day,
Dispensing bread and circuses,
To keep the little people at bay.
To keep the masses at bay.
 
It seems so sad and lonely
It really is a shame
That the things we take so seriously
Are little more than a game.
Little more than a game.
 
That town is a small town,
No room for strangers there.
They live their lives in silence
Paradise too good to share.
Paradise too good to share.

That city is a big ol’ burg,
Cold streets and icy towers.
The routine blocks resistance.
They just go on filling the hours.
They just go on filling the hours.
 
Those monuments of stone and steel
Past lives and glories tell.
You don’t need a vision from the Spirit above,
To ask, are we building heaven or hell?
Are we building heaven or hell?
 
It seems so sad and lonely
It really is a shame
That the things we take so seriously
Are little more than a game.
Little more than a game.

Good people walking through this world
With neighbors, friends and kin.
Their truth is the love within them.
Their truth is the healing within.
Their truth is the healing within
 
They don’t need to be the only ones
Who are saved like the blind and the lame.
If peace and love we take seriously
Then life is more than a game.
Living is more than a game.
 
This world is our world
So beautiful and so strange.
We don’t need to live in darkness.
We can live by being the change.
We can live by being the change. ­­­­­
 
Being the change, being the change, being the change