Nomads Revolt
Mischief Brew Lyrics

We go down to throw rocks at the river, curses at the Parade.
We engage in rebellious activities, like pelting rocks at the river and cursing at the Parade.

Wedge a stone in the gears of the clockworks,
We disrupt the societal norms and systems by jamming a stone in the mechanistic gears of productivity.

Try to keep us from acting our age.
We refuse to conform to societal expectations that limit our behavior based on our age.

We swore we'd Carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
We pledged to continue our rebellious actions indefinitely, until we are no longer free to do so.

But now can you believe who's a mother, and that So-and-so's cut of their dreads.
Despite our expectations, some of our fellow free spirits have become parents or have altered their appearance by cutting their dreadlocks.

Kill of Columbus and turn the world around. After all the nomads are settling down.
Overthrow the established powers that be and bring about change. Once the restless wanderers settle down, a new world order will emerge.

Used to give most the bread to her Landlord leave the crust for the squwats.
We used to disproportionately share our wealth with our greedy landlords, leaving little for the homeless and less fortunate.

Now the death weighed as we payed the bankers.
As our debts to the bankers accumulate, we feel weighed down by the burden of interest and finance charges.

Seemed to kill all the flies in one swat.
One action seemed to solve many problems at once.

Hear the wedding band strike up a number. Dear They're playing our song. Hold your breath cause We're gonna go under; get the little ones singing along.
As we face uncertain circumstances, we find solace in familiar music. We brace ourselves for what's to come and attempt to bring joy to the younger generation by including them in our struggles.

No way, not to so-and-so said he'd never change Said he'd never grow.
We come to realize that some people don't change or adapt, despite our previous beliefs or expectations.

We'd stay always on a role Run besides the trains past the mossey stones.
We used to live carefree and spontaneous lives, running alongside trains and exploring the world around us.

Now there's more hope than ever and its all fallin' Down and the rebels are running for mayor in your hometown.
Despite the crushing reality of our circumstances, there is a growing sense of optimism among us, as we seek to disrupt the political establishment by running for office in our own communities.

As the nomads are dropping their anchors. Falling Into the sea.
As we start to settle down, the uncertainty of our future is like a drop anchor, dragging us deeper into the tides of the unknown.

And I've stopped throwing rocks at the River. Now you'll find me a swimmin up stream.
I've stopped my disruptive behaviors and instead choose to swim upstream, facing the obstacles and challenges head on.

There Is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own.
Those of us who own little but have a nomadic spirit can join together to bring about change, as we have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin, my children shall never be sold!
While the power of a united group is strong, there is also strength in the determination of a single mother fiercely vowing to protect her children.

Out of the garden we multiply. Telling Our stories. May all the old ways die.
We continue to thrive and share our stories, despite the challenges ahead. We hope that the oppressive and outdated ways of the past will come to an end.