Artists Shanae Fenton, Cello & Rapping Louisa Kramer Amoros, Viola Shemar McDowell, Viola Isabel Mulokandov, Violin Catalina Zuniga, Cello & Singing Artist Statement
| New Lyrics By Group 4 Verse When I was in the third grade, I thought that we could change ‘Cause the earth was getting warmer and the pollution raised. I told my mom, tears rushing down my face She’s like “to make change, you need a society not just a small range.
Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she? Bunch of expectations all in my head. I remember thinking about it like, “Yeah, we need to change things fast” Instead of becoming just an idea from the past.
For those who wanted a change, had the characteristics, They thought that maybe we could fix it, That we can be cured with some protests and sit-ins, This earth is a man-made rewiring of a predisposition.
Play with earth? Aw nah, here we go America the fakest, saying they’ll save the earth. But “saving the planet” is somehow forgotten, Instead we use the earth until it’s rotten. Chorus: And we can change But we never tried We just need to realize And we can change But we never tried We just need to realize
This earth, this earth, this earth It keeps us warm It keeps us warm It keeps us warm maybe just too warm Original Lyrics By Macklemore & Ryan Lewis (feat. Mary Lambert) Verse: When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay, 'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight. I told my mom, tears rushing down my face She's like "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k." Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she? Bunch of stereotypes all in my head. I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league." A preconceived idea of what it all meant For those that liked the same sex, had the characteristics The right wing conservatives think it's a decision And you can be cured with some treatment and religion Man-made rewiring of a predisposition Playing God, aw nah here we go America the brave still fears what we don't know And "God loves all his children" is somehow forgotten But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago Chorus: And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love, my love, my love She keeps me warm |