Skyclad

Skyclad - Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

Je score:
Where past meets the present we walk hand in hand
Barefoot and naked but the kings of our land
The souls of my forefathers they course through my veins
As I watch the sun sink 'neath these ancestral plains

Outcast in the outback, forgotten by time
Lie the fragile remains of a world that was mine
What money could not buy the strong chose to steal
To them power and riches were all that was real
Then sold into slavery, iron-ore digger
I am your abbo, your lackey, your nigga

Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his hand
He's the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our games
So tread soft in his footsteps and whisper his name
A dreamtime walkabout is all that remains of the past
A dreamtime walkabout, the 'missing link' holds the chain fast

Watch us skip the dark fantastic, silhouettes against the sky
Bodies bathed in starlit twilight, high above our spirits fly

Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found
Man is just a part of nature, not the other way around

This 'savage' nobility they rule without thrones
And by birthright inherit things that we'll never own
Though progress encroaches, the last of their kind
Still reach from their bodies with prehensile minds

We sons of the wilderness, unchained and free
Cast our spirits to fly with the birds through the trees
See a bloodline that extends from Genesis to fiery end
Over bushland and billabong astral forms soar
'til the therms of our passion can bear us no more
Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by human hand
Unaware what you search for is already mine

Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his hand
He's the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our games
So tread soft in his footsteps and whisper his name
A dreamtime walkabout is all that remains of the past
A dreamtime walkabout, the 'missing link' holds the chain fast

As you cower in concrete boxes sheltered from the light of day
Pause a moment, stop and wonder, who's most savage; you or they?

Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found
Man is just a part of nature, not the other way around
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Auteur: ?

Componist: Graeme English, Steve Ramsey

Publisher: Sanctuary Records Group Ltd.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1991

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: A Bellyful of Emptiness - The Very Best of the Noise Years 1991 - 1995 (2016) , Wayward Sons of Mother Earth (1991)

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