I am raising funds to produce my album of protest songs, called Stand Up.

The track listing for this album is:

Stand Up

Fool's Gold

Cowardly New World

Hold Your Fire

Three Cheers (For the Red, White, and Blue)

Special

Number One

Hey Mr. Milgram

Letter From a Refugee

We Can Keep It

Funds will go to:

Those of you who know me know it has been a longtime dream of mine to make this album. Some of these songs date back to George W. Bush's terms; and, for one obstacle or another, have sat on the shelf for too long. This material has never been more relevant than now, though - so if you want to hear these songs come to life, in the best way they can, and be part of the next wave of protest music we need to hear in our time, please consider contributing whatever is within your means to help me make that happen. Thank you.

Your friend,

Tara

Sample lyrics:

From Cowardly New World -

"Nero's tuning up his fiddle

And Orwell's turning in his grave

You and I are right in the middle

Wondering what's still left to save"

From Hold Your Fire -

"Come, children

Dress your wounds

Every master has his goons

Every nation has its pride

And we will bear the burden tonight

Come through, come together

This will be our task forever

This is what our formers earned

It's time to show them what we've learned

Hold your fire, tools and traitors

This is America rising

This is America speaking, America fighting

For everything she loves

You can't break or contain us

With all your senseless violence

Stand down

Or stand with us"

From Hey Mr. Milgram -

"We were shocked into believing there's no other way of being

And the men in white said it wasn't violent

So now we'll shock 'em through the evening

'Til they're broken and they're bleeding

'Til the voyeuristic demons are smiling

Yeah we'll shock 'em 'til they're screaming

'Til they give up all their dreaming

'Til there is no more deceit in our style, and

When they're howling in the dark

If there's still a little spark

Then we'll shock 'em 'til the speakers are silent"

From Fool's Gold -

"A pirate smile from the men who trained you

A downright lie tied up with a bow

A pyrite sugar cube they gave you

You're damn right faith ain't all you sold

And all for fool's gold

You're better, you're smarter, you're faster, you're stronger

Eat it up - go on

You were a child when you first heard it

You're nothing

You're worthless

Is all of that shame gone

Now, is all of that shame gone"