I knelt down beside him and put both my hands on his back. He looked kind of peaceful, but I could see blood on the tarmac. No-one was sure what had happened, but it looked like some kind of payback.
I thought of that time when the cops brought their dogs out to even the score for all that our protest had gotten away with the day before. It was late November, 2001. You could almost hear them roar.
There was blood on the tarmac. It was some kind of payback. There was blood on the tarmac, but I guess I already said that.
He lifted his head up and it was like someone had turned on a tap from a vein in his forehead. I'd never seen anyone bleed like that. We gave him some napkins and told him that he was hurt really bad.
There was blood on the tarmac - looked like some kind of payback. There was blood on the tarmac. I'm sorry, I already told you that.
So we waited there for the ambulance and the police to show, but the thought of the cops scared him more than his wound - he kept trying to go. He asked us to help him get up on his feet, and we really didn't know what we should do.
There was blood on the tarmac. It was some kind of payback. There was blood on the tarmac, and I don't know why I keep on saying that...
released July 5, 2010
Seth Bernstein - Electric Guitar
Caitlin Dacey - Organ
Alain El Hofi - Drums
Justin Go - Bass Guitar
Sam Scott - Voices, Acoustic Guitar, Accordion, Shaker
Recorded by Sam Scott, Alain El Hofi, and Seth Bernstein