Two weeks ago I wrote a song, "The Dangerous Ones," and made the demo available while the song and the sentiment were still fresh; while I was still angry. While it'll be a while before this song gets a proper release as part of a record, I've been playing it pretty often with my friend Peter Ames Carlin, who arranged the acoustic version I'm releasing today as an exclusive single through the official store. The song will make its way to iTunes, Spotify and the rest of them September 1 but it's available right now, right here, and includes an exclusive bonus track, a live version of "The Promised Land" Peter and I performed earlier this year at Sparks House.
Peter Ames Carlin is a brilliant author, a fine piano player and, most importantly to me, one of the most steadfast and supportive friends I've had over the last decade. It has been a pleasure to spend the last year or so playing a handful of shows with him, and it is one of the great privileges of my life to count him as a friend.
I'm no less angry than I was two weeks ago and I don't imagine I'll be less angry any time soon. "The Dangerous Ones" was not written to simply keep me connected to that anger, though; it was written as a reminder to anyone who might find their way to the song that as long as we are unwilling to be silent, unwilling to be complacent, unwilling to be bullied, and unwilling to simply accept that "this is the way it's going to be for a while," we're the dangerous ones.
Up here in the Pacific Northwest we hear every day about an earthquake that'll soon wipe us all off the face of the planet. Personally, I'd rather go that way than watch a bigoted snake oil salesman tweet us into nuclear oblivion. An earthquake, there's not a damn thing about that but I can sure as hell get out on the streets, or get up on stage, and raise my voice against an administration that seems dead set on desecrating our country. I hope I'll see you out there.
The Dangerous Ones
let the television burn, baby / there's a riot in the streets / they said the wolf was at the front door / he was lying at their feet / we felt a change, a change, but ain't it a shame how it all turned out / back then it was a long time coming / it's just a little too late now
they're gonna stack up the dead 'til they block out the sun / these white boys with money make the whole world run / so let the wall hit your back, let the blood hit your tongue / 'cause you and me baby, we're the dangerous ones
if there's a word for last winter / it's something more than discontent / 37 years old, just staying' out of trouble ain't enough to make my rent / so let it burn, let it burn, let the motherfucker burn, it's Election Day / they shut off the water last week / so i guess it's gonna burn either way
they'll ship the bodies back down with the cocaine and guns / these white boys with money make the whole world run / so let the wall hit your back, the blood hit your tongue / you and me brother, we're the dangerous ones
you can curse and you can cry / you can scream yourself to sleep every night / or you can open up your eyes / and take a look outside
every wall is gonna crumble / every tower's gonna fall / the earth is gonna rumble / the sirens gonna call / so you better look alive, alive and read the black, not the white, forget the reds and blues / quit looking for a way out, start looking for a way through
'cause ain't a shot been fired, ain't a war been won / these white boys with money better learn how to run / the wall hit your back, the blood's on your tongue / and you and me baby, we're the dangerous ones
you and me baby, we're the dangerous ones
Kasey Anderson | Portland, OR | August 10, 2017