Kishore Kumar Hits

West Philadelphia Orchestra - Ancestors lyrics

Artist: West Philadelphia Orchestra

album: Ancestors


See the timeline's changing
Get it through your head
(Oh oh-oh oh-oh)
Shocker of an ending, baby
We all dead!
(Oh oh-oh oh-oh)
How do we say goodbye
Is it a battle cry?
Is it too late to contemplate
And face the reasons why?
Will an answer toll
Like thunder
From the mountain top?
Fuck that
I dedicate this body
To the future crop

I asked the stars
"Why if we were made from clay
Did we begin
To see another way?"
Try to throw away the dice
And redesign the rules
Draw lines across the land
Preach and teach it in the schools
That these rivers are not veins
And this water is not blood
That the soil's not alive
Born of fires born of flood
And the trees
With their fingers pointing upwards to the sky
Don't give praise to the same god, tracing I and I

You showed me love, taught me peace
The cool of earth, the mirth of bees
How to dig the dark like roots
And bring to surface bitter fruits
But all along I held a knife
With unseen hand pressed to your side
I thought you gave these gifts for free
I long to see you
Drinketh from your heart
Forgive me dear, I did betray
When all these years I should have stayed
With thee

What will we pray for as the ending nears?
What will we pray for through the burning years?
What will we pray for as confusion clears?
Don't leave us drowning in our tears
"Ancestors
Of disaster
Felt entitled to
Live like masters"
That's what they're gonna say about us
That's all of you that they will ever know
What will we pray for as the ending nears?
What will we pray for through the burning years?
What will we pray for as confusion clears?
Don't leave us drowning in our tears
What will we pray for as the ending nears?
What will we pray for through the burning years?
What will we pray for as confusion clears?
Don't leave us. Don't leave us
You showed me love, taught me peace
The cool of earth, the mirth of bees
How to dig the dark like roots
And bring to surface bitter fruits
All along I held a knife
With unseen hand pressed to your side
I thought you gave these gifts for free
I long to see you
Drinketh from your heart
In your fields and folds
You saved me from the start
Forgive me dear, I did betray
When all these years I should have stayed
With thee

Поcмотреть все песни артиста

Other albums by the artist

Similar artists