Woke up in time to write for the #contradiction skirmish and my mind went to those people who think they’re doing good by hurting other people. I don’t usually write songs like this because I know solutions aren’t simple, and there’s more than I can say in a song, but this is what came out in the skirmish!

Will probably set it to music when I get some time with my ukulele, but anyone else is welcome to take a crack at a melody, too.

Some folks singing out of tune Some folks hate the choir Some folks don’t think anybody else should get to play Guess sometimes those folks Don’t feel like kin to other folks Don’t feel like they could be ‘em, things had gone another way

When everything I love gets contradicted When many that I love have doubt and fear A little at a time, we’ll build the world back up together We’ll wait some out and flush some out and fight some out And celebrate the more they disappear

A little at a time We can get quicker And less sick Little bits beget more little bits One stillness at a time Can make it clearer Where they muddied it, The water where they bloodied it A little bit A little bit A little bit

Guess I’ve always been the kind Some call a bleeding heart Gotta pump the blood from somewhere, though Most days I don’t feel Like I’m alone in what I need Thanks to building villages with other folks who know

When everything we love gets contradicted When strangers who’d be friends have doubt and fear A little at a time, we’ll build the world back up together We’ll call some out and run some out and laugh some out And celebrate the more they disappear

A little at a time We can get quicker And less sick Little bits beget more little bits One stillness at a time Can make it clearer Where they muddied it, The water where they bloodied it A little bit A little bit A little bit