Minnesota
(In the style of “Ohio” by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young – slow, haunting folk-rock protest anthem, with a repetitive, mournful chorus)
Tin soldiers and ICE come marchin’ in
Federal badges, fear in their grin
A mother of three, just tryin’ to see
What they were doin’ to her neighbors, to me
Minnesota
How many more?
Minnesota
Blood on the snow
Minnesota
She was pure sunshine
Now she’s gone
Whistles in the cold, they had the guns
Stopped perpendicular, no place to run
One mile from Floyd, the ghosts still cry
Same city, same rage, same why-oh-why
She wrote her poems, she sang her songs
Loved her wife, raised her kids strong
Compassion in her veins, kindness in her name
They called it “terrorism,” called her to blame
Minnesota
How many more?
Minnesota
Blood on the snow
Minnesota
She was pure sunshine
Now she’s gone
(Bridge – spoken/sung low, building)
They say she tried to run ’em down
But the video tells a different sound
Wheels turnin’ away, not toward the fight
Three shots rang out in the winter light
A legal observer, a neighbor, a friend
Wife in the passenger seat, watchin’ it end
“Get the fuck out,” the mayor cried
While the governor called for peace on the other side
Minnesota
How many more?
Minnesota
Blood on the snow
Minnesota
She was pure sunshine
Now she’s gone
Tin soldiers and ICE come marchin’ in
But the people keep risin’, again and again
For Renee, for George, for the ones we lose
We’ll sing till the fear has no more excuse
Minnesota
(How many more?)
Minnesota
(Blood on the snow)
Minnesota
She was pure sunshine
Now she’s gone…
Now she’s gone.
(Fade on soft, echoing harmonies: “How many more… how many more…”)
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