[Intro: driving 1970s folk-rock; dry vintage drums, acoustic guitar, melodic bass, sharp handclaps, slightly dirty electric-guitar motif; purposeful, restless, not solemn] [Verse 1: low adult male vocal, dry and observant; tight folk-rock groove with restrained punk tension] They say someone else will fix it Someone clever, someone paid Someone somewhere has a meeting Someone circulates the page Meanwhile windows stay boarded Meanwhile rivers carry foam Meanwhile people disappear While we scroll and call it home [Chorus: sudden wide folk-rock protest rally; ringing guitars, tambourine, handclaps, strong melodic male gang vocals] Don’t save your rage for someday Someday signs another form Raise your voice before the silence Learns to call itself the norm Take the street, write the letter Help the ones they leave behind We don’t get a better future By pretending we are blind (Na-na-na-naa-naa-naa-na-na-na-naa) [Verse 2: more swagger; bass pushes forward, electric guitar answers vocal lines, playful deadpan delivery] You don’t need a marble podium You don’t need a famous name Bring the food, make the phone call Stand beside the ones they blame Show up early, stay there longer Ask the question twice if needed Every system loves a silence Every bastard loves conceded [Short instrumental: clipped guitar riff, handclaps, bass and drums driving harder] [Chorus: louder, rougher, more communal] Don’t save your rage for someday Someday signs another form Raise your voice before the silence Learns to call itself the norm Take the street, write the letter Help the ones they leave behind We don’t get a better future By pretending we are blind (Na-na-na-naa-naa-naa-na-na-na-naa) [Verse 3: music opens slightly; reflective but still moving, no loss of momentum] Memento mori, yes, remember Every empire gets its turn Every comfortable silence Leaves somebody else to burn So don’t wait to be important Don’t wait to be brave enough Do the small thing, do the hard thing Show up when the world gets rough [Break: instruments stop abruptly] [Low male voice, dry, almost amused] Death can wait. We’re busy. [Bridge: ORIGINAL SAMPLE takes over; preserve its joyful raw male vocal and scratchy flamenco-style acoustic guitar; palmas and hand percussion gradually join] Memento vivere… memento vivere! (Na-na-naa-naa-na) Memento vivere… memento vivere! (Na-na-na-naa-naa-naa-na-na-na-na) Memento vivere… memento vivere! (Na-na-naa-naa-na) Memento vivere! [Instrumental lift: flamenco guitar collides with full band; ecstatic short electric-guitar solo, stomping drums, claps and tambourine] [Final Chorus: huge joyous protest rally; rough male gang vocals, louder guitars, everyone singing as if marching into daylight] Don’t save your rage for someday Someday signs another form Raise your voice before the silence Learns to call itself the norm Take the street, write the letter Help the ones they leave behind We don’t get a better future By pretending we are blind (Na-na-na-naa-naa-naa-na-na-na-naa) [Final Chorus extension: louder, freer, almost shouted but still melodic] Use your hands and use your heartbeat Use your anger, use your time You are here and you are living That is reason enough to try (Na-na-na-naa-naa-naa-na-na-na-naa) [Outro: band strips back to sample guitar, palmas and distant gang voices] Memento vivere… Memento vivere…
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