Fascism is coming (Indie Folk Version)

[Intro: acoustic guitar, a lonely harmonica, no vocals] [Verse 1: soft, almost whispered] I remember Sundays loud with people disagreeing Cafés full of argument, nobody thought of fleeing We said stupid things out loud and nobody came to knock Now I weigh each word I say before I let it out my throat [Verse 2] It wasn't perfect, God knows, the old noise was a mess Trolls and liars on the air, and money bought the press But you could call a liar a liar to his face Now the liars write the news and we all know our place [Chorus] Oh, I miss the noise, I miss the mess I miss the right to say "I'm not impressed" Oh, I miss the noise, I miss the fight I miss the wrong that we could make right [Verse 3: more tense, bitter] And you, you sit there with your coffee, eyes down to the floor Say "keep your head low, love, it's not worth it anymore" You're so tired, you're so scared, you folded like a sheet You handed them the key, and now you say that silence makes us free [Instrumental: harmonica solo, guitar picks up, brushed drums enter] [Verse 4: spoken-sung, firm and hard, not screaming] Don't tell me to be careful, I've been careful for years Careful with my laughter, careful with my tears I'm angry, you hear me, I'm angry and I'm here And I won't be a ghost inside the thing I fear They can have my name, my file, my number on the list But not the part of me that knows exactly what we missed [Final Chorus: full band at maximum energy, driving drums, group backing vocals clearly present behind her, her voice hard, tight and furious but not screaming] Oh, I miss the noise, I miss the mess What if it never comes back, what if the world we knew Is gone for good, and I forget the sound of us Arguing in the sun, the sound of us [Outro: harmonica and guitar fade, last note unresolved, silence]