Friends,
I wrote these songs and have re-imagined some of them in a new setting.
This is my way of supporting the cause of bolstering equality and fighting oppression.
I have also written a new song (Son, My Son) based on an experience I had while heading to the demonstration on June 4th, 2020 in Nashville. I recorded it and other originals for an album called CAMPFIRE PROPAGANDA, VOLUME 1. From now until November 3rd (Election Day), 100% of the proceeds from this record will go to DefendingBlackLives.org
The album is released in digital form only, on Bandcamp
https://timeaston1.bandcamp.com/album/campfire-propaganda-volume-1
To view the video of me recording the song "Son, My Son" please visit
https://youtu.be/uBJ-ls6KaRc
Son, My Son
I went down to the market
to buy whatever I wanted
I told the woman who worked there
I was afraid to leave my home
She said “son, my son, that’s how I feel ev’ry day.”
I got back in my automobile
to fill the tank again
I told the station worker
I was afraid to go downtown
She said “son, my son, that’s how I feel ev’ry day.”
At the demonstration
I faced all the police
They looked afraid behind their masks
I just wanted to tell them
Son, my son, we don’t have to live this way
Son, my son, we don’t have to live this way
Sons and daughters, we don’t have to live this way
I laid my head on the pillow
safe and sound at home
I prayed to God for an answer
I really wanted an answer
How do we help each other?
She said “son, my son, that’s what I ask ev’ry day
Son, my son, that’s what I ask ev’ry day”