Long Time Gone

by The Prison Music Project

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1.
Breakthrough 03:41
oh oh oh it’s not easy when the seed breaks through and takes root ‘cause you you you you’ll be there when the seed breaks through and takes root when the seed breaks through and takes root reminiscing on the days when I was younger born and raised in the gutter then I became a slave of the gutter it’s kinda strange, I wonder how I blamed my mother for all the days I obtained stomach pangs from hunger my father died when I was six so I was hangin’ with thugs my older brother coppin’ bricks so I was slingin’ them drugs I remember serving fiends crack and selling them crumbs and as a kid hoppin’ peoples’ fences and stealin’ their plums by the age of thirteen I was bustin’ them guns snortin’ coke and smokin’ green robbin’ suckers for funds that’s the means of broken dreams growing up in the slums you never know what the future hold or what you become you see the truth is the fruit you bare and what you produce but in this world it’s the mean to bare the burden of proof my life if the story of the seed breaking through but my hood be the soil where the seed’s taken root oh oh oh it’s not easy when the seed breaks through and takes root ‘cause you you you you’ll be there when the seed breaks through and takes root when the seed breaks through and takes root it’s like every day, man, I’m searching for a new birth to put to death the part of me that caused me to do dirt I guess it's just the heart of me that want to see a new earth to be the man I oughtta be I gotta come anew first it’s like I’m stagnated, stuck in a time zone a product of the ghetto, I grew up in a crime zone with hustlers getting money, honey, gettin’ their grind on smokers look bummy, smokin’ dope ‘til their mind’s gone picture a lifestyle with death at its finest impoverished environments that’s criminal minded material requirements that keepin’ us blinded prison is a slave trade to keep us reminded crucial consignment, mental confinement oppression and inequity that’s equally bonded recession of economy increasing the violence police committing genocide and keeping it silent yes it’s revolution time my brothers and sisters crying and dying they lock us up with all this time once we’re free then we’ll be fine once we’re free then we’ll be fine once we’re free then we’ll be fine oh oh oh it’s not easy when the seed breaks through and takes root ‘cause you you you you’ll be there when the seed breaks through and takes root when the seed breaks through and takes root
2.
Monster 04:10
I am a monster you can call me the glorious seems I’m stuck here in this game all I know is this street life and it’s a goddamn shame please understand I really was never given a chance I was pushed to the streets and forced to be a man I had to show a side to those watching eyes to prove my gangster would be upheld at all times it is amazing how many of you hate me really it don’t pierce me cause there are many more who praise me gunplay from turf wars leaving the block a ghost town never back down I feel it in my reach I’m about to get crowned I’m a gutter baby forever and that won’t change I was cut from a rare grade and I’m married to the game I know there’s a better way but I search and cannot find they say “do the right thing” and I done tried so many times when I beat on my chest that’s just me out in this concrete jungle boy I am a beast ‘cause I am a monster you can call me the glorious seems I’m stuck here in this game all I know is this street life and it’s a goddamn shame oh all I know is this street like and it’s a goddamn shame I’m a monster you can call me the glorious yeah i’m a warrior from the home of the warriors feel the force I’m a product that will never go soft I’m a problem that will never be solved when it’s funk nigger, guess who they call a bare face, a vision, nigger, pushing five stars I’m raw more doper than Ricky Ross I’m a rare breed I’m cut from a rare cloth I’m not all hard my nigger, I got smarts if you sin against the kid I’ll leave you with holy thoughts I’m so cold, my nigger, I breathe frost I’m the only thing that I’m afraid of oh lord, I’m just a living lost soul more evil than Jigsaw from here where do I go oh no I already know the answer but I pray that I’m wrong and please forgive me for askin’
3.
Survivalist 03:08
survivalist I feel like I was meant to go through this would I be here without the fear? I pushed through hella shit I wonder what woulda happened if this didn’t occur I wonder where would I be at without my hook and verse asking me all the questions like I planned the situations that I’m facing ain’t nothing artificial, never fakin’, keep your tissue I pushed through all the issues that I been through far as I could go back my venting was my sports and music I pursued it distract them racing thoughts ran from cops broke the laws drugs and alcohol what I was called take a sip, then reminiscing ‘bout my fam cause I am missin’ all o’ y’all been locked in prison and they took my visits survivalist I feel like I was meant to go through this would I be here without the fear? I pushed through hella shit I wonder what woulda happened if this didn’t occur I wonder where would I be at without my hook and verse where would I be if this did not occur? where would I be without his hook and verse? october 17, 1983 a young puppy was born, it musta been me I was raised on the streets but I’ve never been free I lost my mother and daddy, my whole family what else was I expected to be, destined to see? the penitentiary, I hope you feelin’ me I never lost nothin’ cause I never had nothin’ I always wanted somethin’ but the government gonna take it I wanted my mom but she was smokin’ that crack can’t blame her for that the government supplyin’ the sack and then they want us locked up it’s fucked up how the church left us alone on the streets like stuck how is it my fault that I became what I am when I never had no mother and I never had no dad that’s like blaming a child for not knowin’ how to read when he’s never been to school and he’s never been teached where would I be if this did not occur? where would I be without his hook and verse? they took your brother and sister away placed you in a foster home with strangers and all you can do is pray and at age 11 I was ready to die put a rope around my neck tried to commit suicide I was traumatized I ain’t afraid to admit it I was conditioned to be mentally ill and criminal minded memories stay rewindin’ searchin’ but never findin’ 18 years of age when I hit the penitentiary thought it was ok but it was affecting my family reality, kickin’ in so mentally I — had to get my shit together cause I can’t be here forever never will I ever self destruct, ‘cause I know I’m better I know I’ve been going through things but it’s gotta change and I ain’t playing, most fall victim but I maintain easily pushin’ through pleasure, gotta push through pain hardest thing I ever had to deal with was the pride ‘cause where I’m from, if they’re disrespectful you ride and where he’s from it’s the only way to survive pushing and striving, my way to stay alive survivalist I feel like I was meant to go through this would I be here without the fear? I pushed through hella shit I wonder what woulda happened if this didn’t occur I wonder where would I be at without my hook and verse where would I be if this did not occur? where would I be without his hook and verse?
4.
someone kicked his rock and out he came a gun in his hand and a lion to tame the sun was low in the east while two ghosts watched him go off he set to race the world little did the ghosts know he had stories to tell he flew to the sky and he fell… way down to hell never had a hat to hang or a place called home made no one happy but that let him roam he got so high and fell so far he burned his bridges and he chased his stars little did the ghosts know he had stories to tell he flew to the sky and he fell… way down to hell found himself set aside anchored stuck and alone a broken vessel ready to crawl back to his stone he had loved and fought a long fight and asked for one kiss and he said goodnight little did the ghosts know he had stories to tell he flew to the sky and he fell… way down to hell
5.
there’s a blue sky outside my window and there’s never a trace of rain you’ve been gone so long this time, little girl I think I’m over you all over again yes I think I’m over you all over again I no longer think of the lovin’ you must be givin’ to some other man I don’t even miss that sweet and tender kiss yes I think I’m over you all over again BRIDGE it’s true there are times when my heart stops when I think I see your face in a crowd aside from that I’m back to normal hell I even stopped crying out loud maybe someday you’ll get tired of leavin’ maybe someday I’ll be rid of the pain ‘til then I’ll just have to tell myself I think I’m over you all over again yes, I think I’m over you all over again
6.
Coffin Song 03:11
somebody get my coffin ready make it deep, wide and long somebody get my coffin ready make it deep, wide and long I tried to get it right but I think I got it wrong I used to have a lovin’ someone before life took her away I used to have a lovin’ someone before life took her away she’s been gone seems like forever but I think about her everyday somebody get my coffin ready make it wide, long and deep somebody get my coffin ready make it wide, long and deep I’m tired and my body’s achin’ I’m looking forward to my sleep I’ve been alone for years now all my friends are dead and gone I’ve been alone for years now all my friends are dead and gone sometimes I hear her laughter her memory just keeps goin’ on somebody get my coffin ready make it long, deep and wide somebody get my coffin ready make it long, deep and wide have ‘em write on my tombstone he loved his woman, then he died
7.
government officials they playin’ games look ‘em in they eyes I know they lame I can’t breathe that’s what he said when he got put in a chokehold and died right there on his knees we beggin’ please we under siege is we really safe up in our city streets? urban societies we all misfits tryna fit in but they won’t let us in we gone right there in the front of our own kin now they really acting like they’re our best friends can’t trust a wolf in sheep’s clothes he showing his fangs too much so I know for that reason he wanna kill me though blood thirsty, babylon, wanna see me dead bullet holes right off in my black small head i’m third-eyed wide not third-eyed blind while i’m watching youngsters in the middle of the street as they die i’m yellin’ freeze I can’t breathe somebody get this babylon off me they yellin’ freeze shit, I can’t breathe youngsters gettin’ squeezed in the middle of the street they yellin’ freeze I can’t breathe they killin’ us every day in the middle of the street I’m yellin’ freeze I can’t breathe freeze I can’t breathe Oscar Grant got murdered next to BART hands behind his back popo thinking he was smart fuckin’ mark said he went for his taser gun but the forty cal bust his head off right there on broad TV and he still got out in a year, see me, I shot a nigger three times, he didn’t die but they gave me 25 to life now show me where justice at show me where justice at — shit I’m starting to figure it’s just justice or it’s just us they say justice is so blind so I know it is when it comes to my kind
8.
you can’t be too cool to see that in life and on these streets you don’t hustle and you don’t eat you don’t struggle, you don’t get free how can it be cool to not be free I just want for you what I want for me and that’s for us to be alright alright alright alright you trippin’ if you ain’t trippin’ boy you slippin’ things will never be alright alright alright alright you trippin’ if you ain’t trippin’ boy you slippin’ things will never be alright your sisters on hop but you ain’t trippin’ unfairly harrassed by cops but you ain’t trippin’ another unarmed brother shot but you ain’t trippin it’s a trip that you ain’t trippin trip dog, we trippin your schools are underfunded but you ain’t trippin bill collectors on your back but you ain’t trippin instead of jobs they give you crack but you ain’t trippin you don’t know what it means to be black that’s why you ain’t trippin but now trippin, I think you oughtta be I’m trippin cause you’re a part of me that’s not moving accordingly so regretfully I’m rewarded the responsibility to tell you get yourself together partner only knife in a drawer full of spoons of course you’re gonna think you’re the sharpest but in a drawer full of ginsus you’re a butter knife, a pocket knife baking soda to baby powder, simply just can’t rock it right and i’m sorry bud, but i’m not the type that’ll pussyfoot or sugarcoat cause soon you’re gonna be free and talkin about the letters you shoulda wrote all the books you shoulda read or all the things you shoulda did instead of sitting in the penn and braggin about the women you took to bed silly the chick that fucks with you and I pity the kids that stuck with you you treat her like she don’t exist you treat them like they under you act like life in wonderful as long as you feel comfortable but i hereby christen you Lolly Pop for doing the things that suckers do real niggas don’t fuck with you its’ high time to come anew get pissed when you hear this shit but you need to take a number two man you so full of ish actin manish and bullyish tryna conceal the real that you feel so powerless but here lies your resurrection, your cekken lyrical obelisk, witness the power knowledge gets when understanding follows it not exclusive to college kids from cottages with scholarships establish your dominance, you too can become prominent add a little confidence, you can accomplish any accomplishment it takes Big Fundamentals and I’m tryna spur your ass like Popovich you can’t be too cool to see that in life and on these streets you don’t hustle and you don’t eat you don’t struggle, you don’t get free how can it be cool to not be free I just want for you what I want for me and that’s for us to be alright alright alright alright you trippin’ if you ain’t trippin’ boy you slippin’ things will never be alright alright alright alright you trippin’ if you ain’t trippin’ boy you slippin’ things will never be alright (go together) like unjust laws and civil unrest put your hands up, put your piece up march on the capitol and occupy them streets up no more Jim Crow split the belly of the beast up til we feel free suh we will not ease up, no put your hands up, put your piece up march on the capitol and occupy them streets up no more Jim Crow split the belly of the beast up
9.
I had my window theater, I called it, and when I was on my bunk looking out that little, skinny-ass window — and then seeing the coyotes — they had coyotes out there. They had deer sitting under the tree over there. They had squirrels that was over there on top of the boulder, I called it the squirrel tree. They would land on the razor wire, some of the doves would land on the razor wire and I wondered why they didn’t cut their feet off.
10.
I made a midnight deal sold the one thing I did not steal now I’m doomed to ride these tracks no babe, I won’t be coming back my heart breaks with the day I would if I could but I cannot stay them old trains call me away so I’ve got to go before they find out I’ve left them alone, I’ve left them alone. I made a midnight deal sold the one thing I did not steal now I’m doomed to ride these tracks no babe, I won’t be coming back there’s been a few dusty years the crops are all dry and grey I lay my head and weep this East Texas oil field sings my girls down to sleep, sings my girls down to sleep I made a midnight deal sold the one thing I did not steal now I’m doomed to ride these tracks no babe, I won’t be coming back I made a midnight deal sold the one thing I did not steal now I’m doomed to ride these tracks no babe, I won’t be coming back
11.
Basically, how I met those people and started hanging around them and started selling drugs was based on my living conditions and my surroundings. Like, that’s what I was surrounded by. Like, that’s how I grew up, so… shit, I didn’t have no stable place. My mom wasn’t stable. I was basically on my own. I basically joined — or wanted to be part of a gang — based on a lot of what I been through and a lot of what I was going through at the time. Like, wanting to feel the love and the acceptance of others. Something to belong to. Something to fit into. It’s just something that I’ve always longed for was to just be a part of a family.
12.
been down sidewinder valley been down dead man’s alley I slipped down b hill in the heart of town been locked up so long my head spins around because I been nowhere but barstow and prison but that was my bad decision nineteen years of steamin’ thirteen years of screamin’ I been nowhere but barstow and prison in a ghost town near daggett is a prison built by maggots there’s no sweet dessert seas there’s no sweet summer breeze there’s just men like me because I been nowhere but barstow and prison but that was my bad decision nineteen years of steamin’ thirteen years of screamin’ I been nowhere but barstow and prison I miss soft, dry, river bottom sands I miss the back and forth sway on my way to distant lands but I’m so far from that now because I been nowhere but barstow and prison but that was my bad decision nineteen years of steamin’ thirteen years of screamin’ I been nowhere but barstow and prison
13.
tired of all your cheatin’ and the way you been carryin’ on yes I’m tired of all your cheatin’ and the way you been carryin’ on when I get around to leavin’ gonna be a long time gone when I get around to leavin’ gonna be a long time gone guess you think it’s funny making me feel so low but remember the Good Book says you gotta reap what you sow you been braggin’ to your friends ‘bout treatin’ me this way remember darlin’ every dog has his day tired of all your cheatin’ and the way you been carryin’ on yes I’m tired of all your cheatin’ and the way you been carryin’ on when I get around to leavin’ gonna be a long time gone when I get around to leavin’ gonna be a long time gone takin’ all my money to you it’s just a game got everybody talkin’ how it’s a dirty shame I’m tired of your jivin’ the way you carry on when I get to leavin’ be a long time gone tired of all your cheatin’ and the way you been carryin’ on yes I’m tired of all your cheatin’ and the way you been carryin’ on when I get around to leavin’ gonna be a long time gone when I get around to leavin’ gonna be a long time gone
14.
just another link in the chain another link in the chain I’d like to be something special, but I’m just a link in the chain another link in the chain my fathers had fathers before them my line goes clear back to Cain there were good men and bad men among them each just a link in the chain red-necked farmers and statesmen others who sought only gain there were artists and poets and conmen each just a link in the chain just another link in the chain another link in the chain I’d like to be something special, but I’m just a link in the chain another link in the chain my mothers had mothers before them some were crazy, most were sane all daughters of Eve, they rejoiced and grieved each just a link in the chain pure-hearted maidens and hookers martyrs who smiled through the pain there were givers and takers and blue-eyed heart breakers each just a link in the chain just another link in the chain another link in the chain I’d like to be something special, but I’m just a link in the chain another link in the chain just another link in the chain another link in the chain I’d like to be something special, but I’m just a link in the chain another link in the chain
15.
Villain 03:32
you love to call me a villain you’re makin a killin’, a killin’ even you remain, tales locked inside intricate puzzles, tales of lost lives you trap us in, green grass looks good sweating bodies running barefoot wild men you can keep, most of us will never leave but you can’t keep out the heat there’s more than one kind of release you love to call me a villain you’re makin a killin’, a killin’ cool and constant, you put up a solid fight I press my body against you to escape the heat of the night still and silent against my vicious blows I remain grateful in your shadow though you are a comfort, I’d love to watch you fall gamblers are still betting and you’re still a concrete wall you love to call me a villain you’re makin a killin’, a killin’ you love to call me a villain you’re makin a killin’, a killin’

about

In May 2010, Zoe Boekbinder paid their first visit to New Folsom Prison, a maximum-security penitentiary outside Sacramento, California. They volunteered in New Folsom for four years, until the end of 2014, playing concerts and teaching workshops in songwriting.

Over the years, a lot of poems, raps and songs were created and shared by the incarcerated men who participated in the workshops. Some of the writers asked Zoe to collaborate with them and Zoe found themself contributing a melodic hook to a rap or setting some words to music. One of the participants, Ken Blackburn, was already an accomplished songwriter and offered up to the group finished songs to sing. A body of work developed that was as diverse as the people who contributed to it. The songs — overflowing with pain and regret, longing, perseverance and hope — form a collective snapshot of the hidden face of America: the two million people living inside its prison systems.

Mass incarceration in the United States is a human rights abuse that, in a perfect world, would be addressed as such by an international court and dealt with accordingly. In this imagined scenario, America would abandon all policies which led us into this human rights crisis and concede to move immediately towards de-escalation and retroactive reform. We would admit that turning prison systems into for-profit industries was absolutely the wrong way to go. We would awaken to the reality that it is, in fact, unconscionable.

Moving beyond policies which were designed to further entrench poverty, perpetuate racial inequality, and encourage mass incarceration is something we can do on our own, of course; we don’t actually need an international tribunal. We have already learned which are the harmful policies and we have imagined and designed alternatives. One powerful alternative to our current approach is the Restorative Justice model. Restorative Justice has been employed widely in places ranging from South Africa and Angola (in the aftermath of wide-scale violence) to the everyday criminal justice system of New Zealand. It is, to put it simply, a conversation between those who have been harmed (victims), those who have caused harm (perpetrators), and their communities, facilitated by a mediator. In the US, it is used in schools and even, occasionally, in a murder trial, but usually only when the designated victim asks for it and the court allows it.

Restorative Justice is powerfully healing because it fosters empathy and restores the broken connection that either caused, or allowed for, the violence to occur in the first place. It provides space for everyone’s voice and experience to be heard and felt. It allows those that have been harmed to be a part of deciding what the repercussions are. Restorative Justice, as a method, has actually been used for centuries. It is heavily influenced by ancient indigenous and aboriginal peacemaking practices from different parts of the globe. In a modern context, it reimagines the role of the state from that of administering punitive systems of incarceration and execution (perpetuating cycles of violence) to providing safety while facilitating restorative justice mediation, reparation, and amends (transforming cycles of violence).

Imagine what we could manifest in society if we stopped funding violent institutions and policies and instead poured our resources and collective intelligence into fostering social relationships and finding alternatives to violence. What if the Restorative Justice System was one of the main functions of a greater Federal Department of Peace? Imagine an organization with the budget of the Pentagon designed to oversee domestic as well as international policy with the goal of achieving peace, safety and stability for all people. We could end the dissemination and proliferation of mass killing machines on our streets, for instance. Imagine if it was somebody’s job to figure out how.

We may not be quite to the point of a feminist reinvention of our very institutions but, thankfully, there are steps being made towards reforming our justice system — steps which have finally begun backing down from the “tough on crime” policies initiated in the Nixon era and greatly propelled by the Reagan, Bush, and Clinton administrations. In December 2018, Cory Booker (a Democrat from New Jersey) led a bipartisan congressional team to pass the First Step Act which rang like a bell of hope across the country. Governors of various states have begun to volunteer to do the work of commuting unjust and extreme sentences. Minimum sentencing laws are being repealed. The so-called “drug war,” which incarcerated scores of non-violent drug offenders and yet somehow managed to overlook the opioid epidemic, is finally being called into question. Cell phone cameras are showing us how deeply racism is embedded into our society and how implicit bias plays out through us all. The excessive force of police departments is being scrutinized.

Meanwhile, Zoe, having been touched by the men they met during their time at New Folsom and by the songs they created together, hatched the dream of transforming these songs into an album. To realize that dream, they enlisted the help of activist, producer and Righteous Babe Records founder Ani DiFranco. Six years after that saw the completion of the sprawling collaboration you now hold in your proverbial hands. Many singers, producers, artists and musicians were brought in along the way and together, we form a collective we call The Prison Music Project. Most of the contributing musicians were paid a minimal honorarium for their work and Zoe and Ani worked for free.

The ten-year process of this record seemed to play out in slow motion, but it seems only fitting because many of the songwriters here are serving life-without-parole sentences. For them, there is nothing but endless gaping time. Daring to hope and daring to feel in such a context becomes a revolutionary act. Our intention, with this project, is to simply reflect the shared humanity of people on both sides of prison bars, and maybe even to reflect how hoping and feeling are revolutionary acts for any of us, in any context. In defiance of a dehumanizing mass incarceration system, The Prison Music Project facilitates the best of our shared humanity: collaboration, community, and good art. And, of course, we also support other organizations which are out there helping people whose lives have been impacted (and sometimes devastated) by incarceration. All the proceeds from this record support incarcerated and formerly incarcerated communities.

Spoon Jackson has been in prison for forty years. He was handed a life-without-parole sentence at the age of twenty and now he is sixty. Amazingly, while in prison, he published a memoir entitled By Heart (co-written with his first creative writing teacher, Judith Tannenbaum) and also produced a book of poetry called Longer Ago. He has done guest teaching by proxy with friends on the outside in academia and he is currently a contributor to the podcast Uncuffed. Spoon once wrote a poem called “Nowhere but Barstow and Prison,” which Ani adapted into song for this record. In the process, he and Ani became friends. He was aware of Ani’s work with the folksinger and storyteller Utah Phillips even before the two met over the phone. Spoon had long since evolved into a peaceful and connected person but, to this day, he has no legal mechanism for having his personal transformation recognized by the state. Without the governor of California personally commuting his sentence, thereby making him eligible for parole, Spoon has no path to freedom no matter what he does. Multiply Spoon’s story times a number that takes your breath away and you are approaching the reality of “justice” in America.

Recording devices were not allowed into the prison, so only a few of the songs on this record are performed by their authors: “Ain’t Trippin’,” “Breakthrough,” and the rap at the end of “Monster” were recorded over the phone. The rest of the songs, for the most part, have been reinterpreted by women. The voices and musicianship of women weave themselves through and around these incarcerated men’s stories, emphasizing the universality of a dream deferred and also highlighting, with each juxtaposition, our human capacity for empathy. Of the songs that feature performances by the writers themselves, only “Survivalist” was recorded in an actual recording studio, after its author, Alex Beatriz was released.

We hope you enjoy this record and that the songs move you as they do us. We hope, as a society we can be moved swiftly to make America great — truly great — for all of us, for the first time. What does it mean for any of us to forgive each other? We believe it is a process which involves hard work. And where do we begin? We begin by listening.

credits

released June 5, 2020

produced by Ani DiFranco and Zoe Boekbinder
recorded by Mike Napolitano
mixed by Tchad Blake
mastered by Brian Lucey
art direction by Matt Mahurin

1. Breakthrough by Abraham Banks and Zoe Boekbinder
vocals: Aranesa Turner, Abraham Banks
cello/beats: PK Phantom (Paul Kang)

2. Monster by Greg Gadlin and Zoe Boekbinder
vocals: Raye Zaragoza, Zoe Boekbinder
rap: Greg Gadlin
viola/background vocals: Free Feral
cello/background vocals: Leyla McCalla
bullet vocals: Ani DiFranco
synth: Zoe Boekbinder
drums: Kevin O’Donnell

3. Survivalist by Alex Batriz (Baby Shell Dogg) and Zoe Boekbinder
vocals: Alex Batriz, Christine Taplin
beats/synth: Philip Rabalais
more recording by: Benjamin Knapp

4. Broken Vessel by Jacob “Drifter” John Allen and Zoe Boekbinder
vocals: Mirah
guitar: Zoe Boekbinder

5. All Over Again by Ken Blackburn
vocals/guitar: Zoe Boekbinder
violin: Dorota Szuta
cello: Danah Olivetree
backing vocals/wurlitzer/bells: Ani DiFranco
trombones: Mark Mullins
sousaphone: Matt Perine
drums: Kevin O’Donnell

6. Coffin Song by Ken Blackburn
vocals: Doc Gattis
guitar: Ken Blackburn
recorded by: Myles Boisen

7. i can’t breathe – Sincere and Baby Shell Dog

8. Ain’t Trippin’ by Samual Brown (LSDrugs)
vocals: Samual Brown, Zoe Boekbinder
beats/synth/production: Carlos Stephens (ClosBeats)

9. window theater – Spoon Jackson

10. Midnight Deal by Jacob John Allen and Zoe Boekbinder
vocals: Zoe Boekbinder, Amanda Palmer
backing vocals: Zoe Boekbinder, Amanda Palmer, Ani DiFranco
guitar/bass: Zoe Boekbinder
drums: Kevin O’Donnell

11. part of a family – Greg Gadlin

12. Nowhere but Barstow and Prison by Spoon Jackson and Ani DiFranco
vocals/guitar: Ani DiFranco (main)

13. Long Time Gone by Ken Blackburn and Zoe Boekbinder
vocals: Princess Shaw, Zoe Boekbinder
backing vocals: Zoe Boekbinder, Ani DiFranco, Princess Shaw
beats/synth: Krikor Andonian (Kr3ture)
piano/rhodes: Brian Coogan
production: Krikor Andonian, Ani DiFranco, Zoe Boekbinder

14. Just Another Link in the Chain by Ken Blackburn
vocals/guitar: Zoe Boekbinder
backing vocals: Ani DiFranco
tuba: Matt Perine
trombone: Mark Mullins
wooden spoons/percussion: Kevin O’Donnell

15. Villain by Nathen Jackson and Zoe Boekbinder
vocals: Aranesa Turner
backing vocals: Ani DiFranco, Aranesa Turner
synth/guitar: Zoe Boekbinder
drums/percussion: Kevin O’Donnell

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Grammy winner and feminist icon Ani DiFranco began her career as a proponent of the artist-run label, creating her own Righteous Babe Records in 1990. Since then she has released over twenty studio albums and supported a broad range of social causes including racial justice, reproductive rights, gender equality, environmental issues and prison reform. ... more

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