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Imaginary Lines

by The Whistleblowers

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1.
Standing 06:21
People won't you listen We have got to help each other Things are not in a good way now But still we can recover and we are standing on the shoulders of so many gentle giants its time to bring home all our soldiers and cast down our own tyrants (Chorus) Only together Will we see this pass Bleak is our future unless informed by our checkered past It's time to stop and look back now and realize how we got here If we climb above this fog now It won't be long till it becomes clear and while we're spending half our budget on new methods of destruction We've got cities going bankrupt theres no more domestic production Chorus Imaginary lines drawn in the land Imaginary lines drawn in the sand Imaginary lines drawn in the sea Imaginary lines don't mean that much to me
2.
Won't you put your money where your mouth is You say je suis Charlie but what about Ed Snowden? Chelsea Manning, not everybody has forgotten Same old story, when is real change gonna happen? Chorus We gotta demand more It's time to kick in the door There's power in our numbers But only if we stand together Ferguson, Staten Island, but what about Gaza? Though it ain't right next door it's still financed by our dollar Pakistan and Yemen, places that we're not at war So then what are all those people dying for? Chorus There's power in our numbers. Wake these sleeping dogs from their slumber. They Earth plunderers. Pulling life from under us. My voice is thundering in accordance with the chorus Carrying voices from different corners demanding there's more for us. Than xenophobia and homophobia, a cornucopia of dysmorphia; Fear of what's real. Call me Morpheus. Moses of the Matrix, opening doors and pores for us. Breathe deep while they scheme to suffocate dreams. Choke out all the hope now. You're built up for the break down. Pay checks to rent checks. Not so merry is the go-round. All this news brings blues. Selling lies and call it truth. Call me a terrorist the way I'm dropping bombs in the booth. But see, even that right there is slander. The real pursuers of terror Empty clips and reload while I got my hands up. Target practice. Shooting in the air at our prayers. But we bullet-proof our souls when we face what we fear. Chorus x2
3.
Well you never really know where this car is gonna go There's nothing you can ever do to really be prepared With only so much you can do To yourself try to stay true Get in, buckle up, and don't be scared And I know that it seems We have a drunk driver at the helm And although its depressing You'll never reach the wheel in your time Ch You're just along for the ride Just along for the Ride x3 Well now this all doesn't mean you shouldn't take an active role and push and push for the route you think is best Affecting change is possible, even when it seems so small So I think to try is in our best interest It's all together too easy to fall asleep for the entire ride But if you look out the window, you can see some amazing sights When you're along for the ride Just along for the Ride x3 Well now this all doesn't mean you shouldn't take an active role and push and push for the route you think is best Affecting change is possible, even when it seems so small So I think to try is in our best interest It's all together too easy to fall asleep for the entire ride But if you look out the window, you can see some amazing sights When you're along for the ride Just along for the Ride x3
4.
Desert Song 07:33
Born in the heartland Died in the holy land Fighting for freedom At least that's what they told him Born in the holy land Gone before she hit ten Why does this happen? For the good of a few rich men What happens to you when your head hits the pillow Do you drift to sleep, or are you consumed with thought When you do dream, do you see their faces? Do you even care about all the pain that you've caused? No blue skies no blue skies no blue skies today Pray for gray pray for gray pray for gray Pray for gray today (repeat)

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This is the first effort from The Whistleblowers, a project that has been in the works for some time now. It was born out of a need to speak out against injustice and follow humbly in the rich tradition of using music as a medium to express discontent and the desire for change. I'm eternally grateful to everyone that took part in its creation, as well as everyone that has supported my musical journey thus far.

Alex MacKinnon

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released January 19, 2016

Frank Schaub- Guitar
Nate Allen- Bass
Judd Nielsen- Organ
Kala and the Lost Tribe- Vocals on "Dissatisfaction Suite"
Jonathan Saraga- Trumpet
Michael Eaton- Tenor Saxophone
Alex MacKinnon- Drums, Vocals, Synth, Guitar, Compositions and Arrangements except "Dissatisfaction Suite" composed by Alex MacKinnon and Kala and the Lost Tribe
Mixed and Mastered by Alex MacKinnon at Oceanfront Studios
Cover art by Jeremy Wiles-Young
Drums, Bass and Guitar recorded by Ezra Matychack at "The Basement"

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