Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout), artist - Skyclad. Album song A Bellyful of Emptiness: The Very Best of the Noise Years 1991-1995, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 26.05.2016
Record label: Sanctuary Records Group
Song language: English
Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout) |
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. |