Growing Up Gidget

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

In their werdz

Throwing Stones

Weir/Barlow 1987

The above show was 6-24-2022 the day roe v. wade got overturned

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning freeDizzy with eternityPaint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and seaCall it home for you and me

A peaceful place, or so it looks from spaceA closer look reveals the human raceFull of hope, full of grace is the human faceBut afraid we may lay our home to waste

There's a fear down here we can't forgetHasn't got a name just yetAlways awake, always aroundSinging, "Ashes, ashes all fall down" (ashes, ashes all fall down)

Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime fallsAnd again the hunt begins, and again the bloodwind callsBy and by again, the morning sun will riseThe darkness never goes from some mens eyes, ooh no

It strolls the sidewalks, and it rolls the streetsIt's taking turf, dividing up meatNightmare spook, piece of heatIt's you and me, you and me

Hey, Flashblade in ghetto nightRudies looking for a fightRat Cat Alley, roll them bonesNeed that cash to feed that jonesAnd the politicians throwing stonesSinging, "Ashes, ashes all fall down" (ashes, ashes all fall down)

Commissars and pin-striped bosses roll the diceAny way they fall, guess who gets to pay the priceMoney green, the proletarian graySelling guns instead of food today

So the kids, they dance, they shake their bonesAnd the politicians throwing stonesSinging, "Ashes, ashes all fall down" (ashes, ashes all fall down)

Heartless powers try to tell us what to thinkIf the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink, yeahHistory's page will be neatly carved in stoneThe future's here, we are it, we are on our ownOn our own, on our own, on our own

If the game is lost, we're all the sameNo one left to place or take the blameWe will leave this place an empty stoneWell, that shinning ball blueWe can call our home

So the kids, they dance, they shake their bonesAnd the politicians are throwing stonesSinging, "Ashes, ashes all fall down" (ashes, ashes all fall down)

Shooting powders back and forthSinging, "Black goes south and white comes northAnd the whole world full of petty wars"Singing, "I got mine and you got yours"And the current fashions set the paceLose your step, fall out of graceAnd the radical, he rant and rageSinging, "Someone got to turn the page"And the rich man in his summer homeSinging, "Just leave well enough alone"But his pants are down, his cover's blown

And the politicians throwing stonesSo the kids, they dance, they shake their bones'Cause it's all too clear, we're on our ownSinging, "Ashes, ashes all fall downAshes, ashes, all fall down"

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning freeIt's dizzy, the possibilities

Ashes, ashes, all fall down (ashes, ashes, all fall down)Ashes, ashes, all fall down (ashes, ashes, all fall down)Ashes, ashes, all fall down (ashes, ashes, all fall down)Ashes, ashes, all fall down (ashes, ashes, all fall down)