Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout) Lyrics
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Album | The Wayward Sons of Mother Earth(1991) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Folk Metal |
Labels | Noise Records |
Ranked | #51 for 1991 , #2,149 all-time |
Album rating : 91.6 / 100
Votes : 5
Votes : 5
2. Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout) (5:29)
Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand,
Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers 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 lacky--your 'nigger.'
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 rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit things 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.
Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers 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 lacky--your 'nigger.'
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 rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit things 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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The Wayward Sons of Mother Earth - Lyrics
1. Sky Beneath My Feet Lyrics | ▶ 2. Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout) Lyrics |
4. The Widdershins Jig Lyrics | 5. Our Dying Island Lyrics |
6. Pagan Man Lyrics | 7. Cradle Will Fall Lyrics |
8. Skyclad Lyrics | 9. Moongleam and Meadowsweet Lyrics |
10. Terminus Lyrics |
The Wayward Sons of Mother Earth - Album Credits
Members
- Martin Walkyier : Vocals
- Steve Ramsey : Guitars
- Graeme English : Bass
- Keith Baxter : Drums, Percussion
- Guest/session Musicians:
- Mike Evans : Violin
- Joe "Guido" Caprani : Vocals on "Pagan Man"
- Dominic Miller : Classical Guitar on "Moongleam and Meadowsweet"
- Rog Patterson : Keyboards, Piccolo
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