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Shoulders of Giants ia sebut sendiri sebagai lagu protes, sebuah omelan panjang tentang keadaan dunia. Bentuknya sekilas seperti balada. Gitar akustik dipetik sekaligus dipukul-pukul, entakan kaki dan tepukan tangan mendorong dari belakang, semuanya direkam-sekali-jadi di satu ruangan.
Namun yang memegang kemudi adalah vokalnya. Ia bercerita tanpa henti, melompat dari Kolosus Rhodes ke Babilonia lalu mendarat di lorong sekolah, dengan suara mendesak yang tidak takut pecah. Gitarnya mengekor ke mana pun narasi itu pergi. Ada kemarahan yang terpelajar di sini, seperti bapak-bapak warung kopi yang kebetulan menamatkan buku sejarah kuno.
Catatannya, melodi nyaris selalu mengalah pada lirik sepadat ini. Kalau kita tidak menyimak setiap kata, lagu ini bisa terasa seperti ceramah beriringan gitar (saya menyerah menghitung berapa kerajaan yang disebut). Ia menuntut kita duduk diam dan mengunyah pelan-pelan.
Imannya pada manusia terguncang, begitu ia bernyanyi di ujung Shoulders of Giants, tapi belum habis.
Lirik Lagu CocoLarosa – Shoulders of Giants
Once we had a choice but now that choice has been taken away By the shadow of the giant on whose shoulders we now sway We've built us a Colossus once that can rival even Rhodes But it's foundation is built in bone From the ruins of the Garden of Eden Where now the heathens have made their home To the plains of the old Etruscan kings Where the She-Wolf had raised up Rome What they see is a horn of plenty But what they're getting is another dust bowl In our rush to defeat the red menace We sold the capitalists our souls And we've been blind in the summer by splendor And in the winter all we fear is the cold In the sky all we see is diamonds And riches yet untold But unlike those that went before us We can't let ignorance be our crutch For we're cursed by what we know and we know too much You can blind your eyes, plug years, and cut out your tongue You can turn away if it's all too much For in our mind they seek to divide us To drive a wedge in between our souls They ask you 'What Are You, Are You Red or Blue' And then expect you to stick to your own While in the field there grew Santeria A change of name to remember home In a land where they scream about freedom Where human beings are bought and sold And now you have the right to remain silent And go broke when you get ill You got a right to choose between two old fools And the cops got the right to kill And if you've got the mind to say it ain't OK You try and challenge the status quo If you start to dig they'll call you facist pig And tell you 'Leave Well Enough Alone' To those of you who run the show You oughta know We don't give a fuck You've had your day and now your day is up For you can't go over it, can't go round it, can't go beneath What the future holds we're all gonna see They said the first to come would be the fires and floods The typhoons and hurricanes They said if the methane were lost from the permafrost That'd be a whole 'nother game They said the fiscal cost would be such a loss We'd never recover from that financial blow They spread lies and deceit from their fucking teeth And outta be held accountable They been padding their pockets and ivory offices And who's left to pay the toll ? This American Dream now ripe with disease You got shooters in your high school halls Privatize your physicians and your prison systems Incentivize keeping man low If you dealt out of love you'd be building them up But that ain't profitable It's the same old whore that we've known as Babylon Though my faith in man is shaken it ain't gone The kings have failed us and now the burden it falls to the pawns Though my faith in man is shaken it ain't gone
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Track Info & Review Summary
- Artist: CocoLarosa
- Track: Shoulders of Giants
- Genre: Acoustic Folk
- Release Date: September 25, 2026
- Label: CocoLarosa Entertainment
- Rating: 3.9 / 5
- Reviewed by: ParaPop.net
- Overall: Shoulders of Giants ia sebut sendiri sebagai lagu protes, sebuah omelan panjang tentang keadaan dunia.
Kejujuran rasa tanpa banyak polesan instrumen rumit mengalir apik dalam ulasan Gooseberry – Gnash serta tembang bersahaja di arsip Ben Provest – Without A Move.



