Nathan Moore Is So Down With Tyranny

Nathan Moore is a Charlottesville singer-songerwriter who teamed up with The Slip, from Providence, to create Surprise Me Mr. Davis. In honor of having opened the DownWithTyranny Books & Music Store yesterday, we found this awesome totally unavailable song, "Fat King of Gods," that they performed at the High Sierra Music Festival on July 4, 2008-- a song all about "tyranny" and "down with." Enjoy it; you can't buy it. And then visit our store and shop around.



Surprise Me Mr. Davis is playing here on the West Coast in early July. If you liked the clip...


the fat king of gods, the breaker of bones
owns everything you see for endless miles
and the talk of revolution vanished under stone
still the mystic see him tremblin' and smiles

liberty's children build prison on prison
and try to rid us of violence with bombs
anyone who goes where the wild wind blows
knows where we'd be without our loving moms

I know that might sound to dainty, still I'd repeat it
for even the slightest truth shall never be defeated
and it's a far cry at least from the daily deceit
that we play and we play like its stuck on repeat

peace has no leaders to play it's cards
and peace may play it's own leaders' price
but it's tomb will be empty as it flows from the bards
ringing true like the best tune of advice

slowly but surely the world revolves
and Grace will be her own resolve
and she will dance in every chance aloft
till all of the world's problems are solved

as the capitalist masturbates, dreaming of Rand
and the philsopher wonders what he won't be when he's dead
and the artist asks God to flow from his hands
and the pacifist asks Hitler, "Well, what if I said...?"

and the journalist keeps his day job waving like the seed (sea?)
like a parade of princesses down the middle of Main
and the one they locked up for feelin' too free
he'll never stop laughing at those ridiculous chains

from the war on this to the war on that
has spun the frayed fabric of our modern day blues
born in a rental and pried from our neighbor
and our fears and our frights are labelled by hues

but what for the child with the dream that comes
that always comes to the innocent heart
the one that says, "We've always done
that which you are about to start"?

perhaps destiny's too tedious for tongues wild as these
and freedom's to mysterious when you're down on your knees
but what's been the downfall of all proud societies?
who knows the words?
let's sing it drunkenly!!!

please...
let's sing it drunkenly!!!