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hello my loves.

($3+ patrons stay tuned, downloads for this song will come your way a little later. $5+ people, i have some suprise backstory recordings for you.)

deep breath please.

this is a big one, my friends.

remember when i told you i was going to be putting out a shit-ton of art this season? i wasn't lying.

sorry to make you have to reach for the tissue box again, but this is just the way it is.

this song, unlike "The Ride", which was turned around in record time, has been in production since LAST WINTER. i am going to post the massive, massive project page with a lonnnnng back-story and millions of photos - warning: some of them slightly upsetting - later tonight.

but for now, i just want you to watch and listen. you'll learn everything you need to know in due course.

right now, just the art. 

i started working on this song in january. and the video (as many of you know, who were in it) was filmed in the spring. 

here it is...finally, as debuted by NPR on "all songs considered". 

watch/listen....and please share this link FAR and WIDE on socials today. i need your power:


http://www.npr.org/event/music/560785111/amanda-palmers-powerful-new-song-and-video-on-the-global-refugee-crisis

a massive thanks to bob boilen at NPR who is a huge music fan. he saw this video and i am proud to say that he wrote back saying "now THAT'S a music video". 

you will understand when you watch.

so...go watch.

(as usual, headphones recommended).

i love you so much.

look at what is becoming possible with this patreon. i am sort of beside myself.

more soon.

xxx

a

p.s. i'll poke you again when i post the project page, but this song (and it's b-side sister, which i'm going to give you in the next few weeks) is available on 7-INCH! lovingly pressed with gorgeous artwork by andrew nelson...patrons will get first crack. hold the phone on that.

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Anonymous

my heart is in my hands. I am watching it beat as your words slowly control its rhythmic patterns.

Anonymous

thank you - this is overwhelming.

Katt

Oh, Amanda...you have such a way of pulling the best of us to the surface. I often feel that I am drowning in the ugliness of what some humans do to others, that it is impossible to win against such sociopathic and self-satisfied individuals. Then you remind me that there are more of us than there are of them and if we refuse to turn away, if we instead stand in harm's way our compassion and connection is more powerful than their fear and greed.

Anonymous

Gut wrenching, beautiful

Anna McCotter

I am so blessed and proud to be a part of this. And I am so grateful for and to you. I gladly capped my pledge. X3

Anonymous

Thank you. Thank you for your passion. Thank you for standing with refuges. Thank you for making meaningful, good art.

Anonymous

it took a week for me to muster the courage and heart to listen . . . i knew it would tear my heart out. it did. why do we forget that our ancestors - all of us - were once refugees? that this is a beautiful and precarious earth and humans are beautiful and terrible creatures. walls being built all over the globe but the pictures and sharing and videos can't be stopped. art will always find a crack to shine through.

Anonymous

Here is the oft forgotten full text of Emma Lazarus’ fammed sonnet, "New Colossus", which she wrote for a fundraiser to raise money for the pedestal upon which the Statue of Liberty now stands. After Lazarus’ death, one of her friends began a campaign to memorialize Lazarus and her New Colossus sonnet. The effort was a success, and a plaque with the poem’s text was mounted inside the pedestal of the statute. I've altered the wording--slightly--for my own purposes. Apologies and profound gratitude to Emma. I like to think she would approve.

Anonymous

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Amanda Palmer. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With unsilent lips. “Give me your Thailand, your East Timor, Your Honduran masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched Rwandans of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my voice despite the golden-haired boor!”

Anonymous

Is there a digital download for this track yet? I bought the 7" but can't find a link to download it to my computer.

Anonymous

I have no words. Wow.