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Brave and Startling Liars

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This song is inspired by Maya Angelou's poem, "A Brave and Startling Truth," which she wrote for the United Nation's 50th birthday party. This song was commissioned by Shalom House, an intentional peace-making community in Philadelphia. Here is their website: shalomhouse.us

Here's the Maya Angelou poem:

A Brave and Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

lyrics

Your hands, your healing hands are tender
enough to make a proud back bend, a haughty neck bow.
But when your fingers touch my shoulder,

I want to run, I want to put up a fight.
Your love, your sympathy is a burning coal.

My hands can soothe with such abandon
that in a twinkling you'll feel fine, when what you need is pain.
My arms always outstretched to hold you

when you should run, when you should put up a fight.
My love, my sympathy is a blindfold.

Our hands are brave and startling liars;
they fashion wonders of this world, but they don't have power.
When we come to it, we'll confess

that all we know is how to run and put up a fight.
Your love, Your sympathy is a buried hope.

credits

from Cameron DeWhitt, released April 11, 2014
Banjo, Lead vocals: Cameron DeWhitt
Cornet: Jonathan Roberts
String Bass: Nolan Staples
Drums: Luke Bonham
Background Vocals: Erik Bay, Paulina Jaeger

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