No mixter left behind!

Dedicated to the students at UC Davis — and occupiers together everywhere.

Lyrics:

Don’t want to believe
What I see on the Livestream
What they sell me on the TV
It’s haunting

But if you lay down your gun
You can feel the winter warming sun
Through the window
And the soft glow
Of Mother turning

Dream, dream
Imagining you and me
In the same dream

If we open our hearts
Well we’re making a start
To remember the one part
Of every soul
Beneath their guard

So if you lay down your gun
Then at least we have begun
To recondition
If we listen
To our Father’s yearning

Dream, dream
Imagining you and me
In the same dream

With the same dream
With same dream
Imagining you and me
In the same dream

You can feel the winter warming sun
Through the window
And the soft glow
Of our Mother turning

Don’t want to believe
What I see on the Livestream