Like David Bryne meets the Rastafari. Foundational one drop with a bit of Austin flavor. Suburbs, the outstretched hands of Babylon helping blight the earth, are where a futile flight from reality begins in this tune. Ruff mix version.
Story behind the song
Watching nearly our entire culture fleeing the reality of what we do to creation earth as if judgement/balance could somehow be outrun or ignored. If we are to survive as a species we must change our prevailing paradigms and touch others & the earth with loving hands & hearts.
Lyrics
the righteous man he know
theres's no place that we can go
to escape the scales of justice
Driving down that long suburban road
Thinking to outrun what you have sowed
Looking for a garden in the gloom
A bright and irie light for your shadowed room
Crying for a brave and shining knight
Just to lead you forward to the light
Someone rugged wrapped in light and fire
promising to feed each dear desire
Chorus:
oh, the rightful man he know
theres's no place that we can go
to escape from our all-knowing heart.
no escape from our all-knowing heart.
no escape from our all-knowing heart.
I saw the heavens and land unfold
nights & days when stars unrolled
know that we are always part
of the earth's ever-beating heart
We are walkin' down that irie road
in a tale that was fortold,
dance the joy of the land,
and go forth with loving hands.
Chorus
repeat 1st verse