Makes No Sense

dark newgrass, Appalachian fire, protest energy

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(now slightly more pulse, ghost notes between phrases)
A hundred trillion dollars
(a HUN dred / trillion / dollars)
spinnin’ through our hands
(SPIN nin / through our HANDS)
Enough for every soul
(e NOUGH / for EVery / SOUL)
to have a roof and make a stand
(a ROOF / and MAKE a /  STAND)
If we shared it like a pla–net
(if we SHARED / it LIKE / a PLA net)
not a lad–der built for ki–ngs
(not a LAD der / built for KINGS)
Every child would sleep in safety
(EV ry / CHILD / would SLEEP / in SAfety)
every heart would grow its wi–ngs
(EV ry / HEART / would GROW / its WINGS)
But we guard it like a secret
(but we GUARD / it LIKE / a SEEcret)
like the sky might fall a–part
(like the SKY / might FALL / a PART)
Stackin’ gold on empty stomachs
(STACK in / GOLD / on EMPty / STOmachs)
callin’ hunger “just the cost”
(CALL in / HUNger / just the COST)
There’s more than e–nough
(there’s MORE / than E nough)
for a life that’s immense
(for a LIFE / that’s IMmense)
Why we fight for scraps…
(why we FIGHT / for SCRAPS…)
it makes no sense
(it MAKES / no SENSE)

[CHORUS — airy, layered, ghost lift on “sense”]
(melody rises on “Makes no sense,” falls on “go around”)
Makes no sense
(MAKES no SENSE↑)
there’s plenty to go a–round
(PLEN ty / to GO / a ROUND↓)
Makes no sense
(MAKES no SENSE↑)
why we keep push–in’ each other down
(WHY we KEEP / PUSH in / each OTHer / DOWN↓)
Wars for land
(WARS for LAND)
when the land goes on for miles
(land goes ON / for MIles)
Wars for re–sources
(WARS for RE sources)
when the earth has end–less aisles
(EARTH has END less AISles)
We’ve got abundance in our pockets
(we’ve got / aBUNdance / in our / POckets)
but we live so tense
(but we LIVE / so TENSE)
Tell me why we choose the shadows…
(TELL me WHY / we CHOOSE / the SHAdows…)
it makes no sense
(it MAKES / no SENSE↑)
(now whisper close, ghost notes on the ends of lines)
We can mend a broken heart
(we can MEND / a BROken / HEART)
send machines be–yond the stars
(send maCHINES / be YOND / the STARS)
But a fe–ver takes a life
(but a FEE ver / TAKES a / LIFE)
’cause the clinic’s just too far
(cause the CLInic’s / JUST too / FAR)
Billions with–out basics
(BIL yuns / with OUT / BAsics)
while the break–throughs shine
(while the BREAK throughs / SHINE)
We cure the im–pos–sible
(we CURE / the im POS si ble)
but let the simple fall be–hind
(but LET / the SIMple / fall be HIND)
Life ex–pec–tancy swings
(LIFE / ex PEC tancy / SWINGS)
thir–ty years by where you’re born
(THIR ty / YEARS / by WHERE you’re / BORN)
Not by strength or hope
(NOT by / STRENGTH / or HOPE)
just by sys–tems that are torn
(just by / SYS tems / that are / TORN)
We heal the world’s wounds
(we HEAL / the WORLD’s / WOUNDS)
but not its in–tent
(but NOT / its in TENT)
How is this the story…
(HOW is THIS / the STO ry)
it makes no sense
(it MAKES / no SENSE)
[OUTRO — spoken melodic, ghost echoes]
(half sung, half spoken, long rests)
The happiest places
(the HAPpiest  PLAces)
aren’t the richest, they’re the ones that share
(AREN’T the RI chest, they’re the ONES that SHARE)
Where no one goes hungry
(where NO one goes HUNgry)
and healthcare’s just there
(and HEALTH care’s just THERE)
Where belonging isn’t bought
(where beLONGing  ISN’T  BOUGHT)
with doctrines of exclusion
(with DOC trines of exCLUsion)
But grows in the open
(but GROWS in the Open)
a communal fusion
(a COMmunal FUsion)
A place to sleep
(a PLACE to SLEEP)
a hand to hold
(a HAND to HOLD)
A story shared
(a STOry  SHARED)
a heart consoled
(a HEART conSOLED)
Happiness blooms
(HAPpiness  BLOOMS)
where we tear down the fence
(where we TEAR down the FENCE)
And build a world that finally
(and BUILD a WORLD  that FInally)
makes some sense
(MAKES  some SENSE)
Makes
(MAKES)
Some
(some)
Sense
(SENSE)

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“Makes No Sense” — Indie Folk Ghost Note Phrasing (soft pick, breathy, ghost syllables on the downbeats) We grow e–nough (we grow / e NOUGH) to feed the world twice o–ver (feed the WORLD / twice O ver) Fields of grain (fields of GRAIN) like oceans rollin’ wide (OH shuns / RO lin / wide) Three thousand ca–lo–ries (three THOU sand / CA lo ries) for every soul alive (for EV ry / SOUL / alive) Yet children fall a–sleep (yet CHIL dren / fall a SLEEP) with nothin’ in–side (with NO thin / in SIDE) It’s not the earth that’s empty (it’s NOT / the EARTH / that’s empty) it’s the way we draw the lines (it’s the WAY / we DRAW / the lines) Plenty on the table (PLEN ty / on the table) but the plates stay fenced (but the PLATES / stay fenced) Tell me why we live like this… (tell me WHY / we LIVE / like THIS…) it makes no sense (it MAKES / no SENSE) (now slightly more pulse, ghost notes between phrases) A hundred trillion dollars (a HUN dred / trillion / dollars) spinnin’ through our hands (SPIN nin / through our HANDS) Enough for every soul (e NOUGH / for EVery / SOUL) to have a roof and make a stand (a ROOF / and MAKE a / STAND) If we shared it like a pla–net (if we SHARED / it LIKE / a PLA net) not a lad–der built for ki–ngs (not a LAD der / built for KINGS) Every child would sleep in safety (EV ry / CHILD / would SLEEP / in SAfety) every heart would grow its wi–ngs (EV ry / HEART / would GROW / its WINGS) But we guard it like a secret (but we GUARD / it LIKE / a SEEcret) like the sky might fall a–part (like the SKY / might FALL / a PART) Stackin’ gold on empty stomachs (STACK in / GOLD / on EMPty / STOmachs) callin’ hunger “just the cost” (CALL in / HUNger / just the COST) There’s more than e–nough (there’s MORE / than E nough) for a life that’s immense (for a LIFE / that’s IMmense) Why we fight for scraps… (why we FIGHT / for SCRAPS…) it makes no sense (it MAKES / no SENSE) [CHORUS — airy, layered, ghost lift on “sense”] (melody rises on “Makes no sense,” falls on “go around”) Makes no sense (MAKES no SENSE↑) there’s plenty to go a–round (PLEN ty / to GO / a ROUND↓) Makes no sense (MAKES no SENSE↑) why we keep push–in’ each other down (WHY we KEEP / PUSH in / each OTHer / DOWN↓) Wars for land (WARS for LAND) when the land goes on for miles (land goes ON / for MIles) Wars for re–sources (WARS for RE sources) when the earth has end–less aisles (EARTH has END less AISles) We’ve got abundance in our pockets (we’ve got / aBUNdance / in our / POckets) but we live so tense (but we LIVE / so TENSE) Tell me why we choose the shadows… (TELL me WHY / we CHOOSE / the SHAdows…) it makes no sense (it MAKES / no SENSE↑) (now whisper close, ghost notes on the ends of lines) We can mend a broken heart (we can MEND / a BROken / HEART) send machines be–yond the stars (send maCHINES / be YOND / the STARS) But a fe–ver takes a life (but a FEE ver / TAKES a / LIFE) ’cause the clinic’s just too far (cause the CLInic’s / JUST too / FAR) Billions with–out basics (BIL yuns / with OUT / BAsics) while the break–throughs shine (while the BREAK throughs / SHINE) We cure the im–pos–sible (we CURE / the im POS si ble) but let the simple fall be–hind (but LET / the SIMple / fall be HIND) Life ex–pec–tancy swings (LIFE / ex PEC tancy / SWINGS) thir–ty years by where you’re born (THIR ty / YEARS / by WHERE you’re / BORN) Not by strength or hope (NOT by / STRENGTH / or HOPE) just by sys–tems that are torn (just by / SYS tems / that are / TORN) We heal the world’s wounds (we HEAL / the WORLD’s / WOUNDS) but not its in–tent (but NOT / its in TENT) How is this the story… (HOW is THIS / the STO ry) it makes no sense (it MAKES / no SENSE) [OUTRO — spoken melodic, ghost echoes] (half sung, half spoken, long rests) The happiest places (the HAPpiest PLAces) aren’t the richest, they’re the ones that share (AREN’T the RI chest, they’re the ONES that SHARE) Where no one goes hungry (where NO one goes HUNgry) and healthcare’s just there (and HEALTH care’s just THERE) Where belonging isn’t bought (where beLONGing ISN’T BOUGHT) with doctrines of exclusion (with DOC trines of exCLUsion) But grows in the open (but GROWS in the Open) a communal fusion (a COMmunal FUsion) A place to sleep (a PLACE to SLEEP) a hand to hold (a HAND to HOLD) A story shared (a STOry SHARED) a heart consoled (a HEART conSOLED) Happiness blooms (HAPpiness BLOOMS) where we tear down the fence (where we TEAR down the FENCE) And build a world that finally (and BUILD a WORLD that FInally) makes some sense (MAKES some SENSE) Makes (MAKES) Some (some) Sense (SENSE)

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