The Motions (Music Video)

by Dave Rideout

I hadn’t heard enough loud, political music lately, so Mike Barnaby and I decided to start making some.

We’ve decided to call our project Folded Flags – two words that I’d written into a song years ago as commentary on soldiers being sent to their ends in unjust wars. These days, it’s also like their meaning feels a little larger. social media. election hacking. corporate corruption. tax havens. climate change.

National borders are fading and, as a result, the issues we face are more shared than ever. Folded Flags is a nod to this notion.

Here’s our first song. It’s called The Motions and it’s a quick, wordy bit about the state of things and the routine of our empathy-masked apathy. (Lyrics in the video and below as well).

The Motions / lyrics:

fleeting moments of purpose
universe out to hurt us
we ask how we deserve this
spirit that love deserted

if god’s supposed to be perfect
i hope he feels disconcerted
by issues that we have skirted
by rivers that we’ve diverted

and water that keeps on surging
it’s near or total immersion
politically selfish urges
the ballot box up for purchase

facts have varying versions
we’re marching toward the furnace
with glowing touch-screen diversions
we lift those who gift us burden

if god’s supposed to be perfect
i hope he feels disconcerted
by foreclosures and pink slips
bullishly busting pickets

automatics with full clips
bodies dressed in explosives
hardened, corrupted motives
hearts being corroded

‘til kids in the ocean, floating
are nothing we ever notice
a snap to comment commotion
flaunting phony emotions

we’re going through all the motions
going through all the motions
going through all the motions
going through all the motions

fleeing matters in earnest
intersperse mindless chirping,
follows and likes to flourish
antisocial circuit circus

living like a commercial
gigging until our wrists hurt
‘influence’ vs fistsfull
benefits dry to deserts

thirsty for something certain
stressing until our heads hurt
closed curtains coming closer
while bigwigs enjoy their dessert

if god’s supposed to be perfect
and something of a redeemer
i hope he feels disconcerted
by his image stuck in reverse

barriers built on borders
and dreamers now due for deport
privatized politicians
rescinding our rights and recourse

ostracizing the ‘other’
sacrificing ourselves
censoring our ideas
incarcerate them in cells

we pass over the past
we’re quickly losing the now
and though we stepped from the ocean
our future is not endowed

we’re going through all the motions
going through all the motions
going through all the motions
going through all the motions