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I had no familiarity with this singer until recently when I ended up downloading this song by accident. (I must have been looking for something that included the word "empire" when I did a search)
I don't know how many people know this artist, but evidently she is well known with some people and is a pop/folk singer.
I'm printing the lyrics to this song. Williams wrote it herself, and she wrote it recently--it's from her latest album and it's all socially and politically relevant. In the following lyrics, while you read them, substitute "son" for "sun" and shudder at exactly how politically significant it really is: she has pegged GWB to a tee.
EMPIRE
Capo IV
Who's afraid of the sun Who would question the goodness of the mighty We who banish the threat When your little ones all go nighty nighty Well there's no time for doubt right now And less time to explain So get back on your horses Kiss my ring and join our next campaign
And the Empire grows With the news that we're winning With more fear to conquer And more gold thread for spinning Till it's bright as the sun Shining on everyone
Some would say we've forced our words And we find that ingeniously churlish Words are just words Don't be so pessimistic, weak and girlish We like strong, happy people Who don't think there's something wrong with pride Work makes them free And we spread that freedom far and wide
And the Empire grows the seeds of its glory For every five tanks Plant a sentimental story Till they worship the sun Even Christ loving ones
And we'll kill the terrorizers And a million of their races But when our people torture you That's a few random cases Don't question the sun It doesn't help anyone
But the journalists cried out When it was too late to stop us Everyone had awakened To the dream they could enter our colossus And now I'm right, yeah, you said I'm right There's nothing that can harm me Cause the sun never sets on my dungeons or my army
And the Empire fell on its own splintered axis And the Emperor wanes as the silver moon waxes And the farmers will find old coins In their strawberry fields While somebody somewhere twists his ring And someone kneels Oh, where is the sun shining for everyone? Where is the sun shining for everyone?
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