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"Tahirih. Beautiful poetess of the 19th century who dared to become a follower of an emerging religious order in Persia that believed in equality between the races and between men and women, and which also taught the unity of all religions and abrogated the authority of priests and clergymen over individuals and their relationships with their Universal Creator. For this, and for removing her veil in a public meeting place, she was strangled, stoned, and thrown to the bottom of a well. Unlike most token dissidents and social upheavers [sic], however, she did not flee from her attackers, rather, she embraced them. One hundred years later, during the Islamic revolution in Iran, when mass killings of Bahá'ís began in earnest again, one man was observed by a broken-down motorist as asking to kiss the hand of his killer before his execution. His request was granted, and, his spiritual duty fulfilled, he was happy. This song means many things to many people, as it was intended to." - Ryan Downey, 1995.

lyrics

Dirty fingers, and I'm choking
Down to the bottom of the well
Bury me because I'll be free
Trapped at the bottom of a well

She saw the garden, she read her name
She bounced the boyhood Master upon her knee
So your sticks and stones, 'they'll never hurt me'
Because your sticks and stones have made her free

Blessed with beauty, Blessed above all
Blessed with words, destined to fall
She took off her veil, stood before all
Blessed with beauty, Blessed to fall

We saw the garden, we read our names
She bounced the boyhood Master upon her knee
So your sticks and stones, they'll never hurt me
Because your sticks and stones have made her free

with your dirty fingers, drop me down, down, down
which one of you? which one of you? step forward
which one will give me to drink from the cup?
I want to kiss the hand of my killer, I want to kiss your hand
down, down, down, bury me

NOW I'M FREE.

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from with eyes as hard as one million tombstones., released September 1, 1995

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hurst Indianapolis, Indiana

a short-lived band from Indianapolis, Indiana circa 94/95.

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