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I wrote this song the night before the Iowa caucus in 2008... a very cold night in rural Iowa that now seems hard to believe felt so impossible. However, as I write this... with a "shut down" government (2013)... it is apparent how much work is left to be done. Eyes are slow to open to the fact that we eventually need to re-learn to take care of each other. Monsanto gets political favors while the same people scream to limit government from helping people get health insurance... or feed themselves in a way that will keep them healthy. One man, or song, or movement will not fix this problem... but the web of community we create will.

I wish us luck.

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Micah Hammac
1/2/08 (night before Iowa Caucus)

I met a man, who needed me... to stand up and believe in him.
To lead a nation, who thinks its free... when it don't understand whats being done to it.
I seen those kids playing in the street... and theres no one looking after them.
And the corporate man, feeding me this meal so sweet... that my body don't really need.

<i>How will we ever know... when we've crossed the line.
Where will we find the strength to show... we can make things right... we gotta try.</i>

I met a girl, with hope in her heart... and a fire burnin bright that believes in change.
And I seen that girl work so damn hard... with tears in her eyes that it might be in vein.
But that girl doesn't know, that she changed my world... with a smile and a good conversation.
We'll all change the world, when we see we're the same... and we start loving the next generations.

<i>chorus</i>

I met a guitar, that sits in its case... and has no one to sing to it.
And I know a heart, that earned its song... by opening for someone to break it.
If we all gathered round, I think we'd find out... we really ain't all that different.
But we won't find out nothin, if we're all locked away... only listening to our own televisions.

<i>chorus</i>

I know some soil, thats looking like oil... cause we've forgotten what really feeds us.
So dig here with me, and we'll plant some seeds... and we'll see if we can't start a growin.
Cause the dirt can be healed, and the pain that we feel... but we know it ain't going to be easy.
Roll up your sleeves, and we'll compost old dreams... watch strength grow up out of sorrow...

<i>How will we ever know... when we've crossed the line.
Where will we find the strength to show... we can make things right... we gotta try.</i>

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from Spare Parts: Songs Packed and Unpacked 2006​-​2012, released October 3, 2013
Written/Performed/Mixed/Mastered: by Micah Hammac
Recorded: TreeBed Music (Apartment) Studios - Spencer, IA 2008

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