"La Florida" was written as a compassionate ode to our home state, Florida, in recognition of her 500th anniversary. While others celebrate the "discovery," we are moved by the understated reality of what the explorers initiated: the exploitation and destruction of natural resources, the uprooting and slaughter of entire communities of native people, the concept of ownership, greedy enterprise and more, all justified by a divinely ordained “right” to conquer. The concept was heavily inspired by conversations with Jim Draper, a Florida conservationist artist, during his "Feast of Flowers" project.
The night draped the sky in a gown The stars, the blinking eyes of a crowd Our weight, we sink into the earth This state is losing its ground
Beware those sellin’ lies that there is one right way An answer in disguise, oh hallowed be thy name I thank the stars, the stars above For nothing more than lighting up
Generations taking turns playing scenes from history’s chapters With more polite versions of worn out characters A conquered home, oh Florida What they stole, they still take from us
It’s not your fault, forgive, oh Florida We made the call to keep the ships docked It’s not the floods that tear your soil up It’s the ones, the ones who lead us