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Archaeologist's Reverie (Past Song)
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This song starts with a haunting native flute solo and the sighing sound of a rain stick and evokes feelings of spirits of long-dead souls.
Single - $0.75
Acoustic - Folk
Charts #3,633 today (peak #119)
Charts #291 in subgenre today (peak #23)
Candy Davis (with Joel G. Aud)
2004
November 20, 2010
MP3 3.5 MB
128 kbps bitrate
3:47 minutes
Story behind the song
Joel invited me on an archaeological dig at Cypress Citadel (So. IL) in the summer of '02. We excavated remains of the long vanished Woodland peoples, 900 years gone. Here's a paradox to ponder: The process of interpreting the past destroys some of it--an archaeologist's dilemma. What will future archaeologists think of our culture when they find OUR remains?
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Chorus: High upon a citadel, the People passed this way/ Who were they? We don't know, But they're still here today. We come like pirates to their graves To rummage through their past. With trowels and screens, we scrape and sift-- Capture pixels Time let last. And up is young, and down is old (Or so we have been told . . .) Chorus: High upon a citadel, the People passed this way/ Who were they? We don't know, But they're still here today. Some bones of deer, some nuts and seeds, An effigy, finely honed; A rattle made of turtle shell Murmur hopes and prayers unknown. Some sherds of clay, some flakes of stone, Some loose and crumbling soil. Those sparse remains of hearth and home Whisper dreams and songs and toil. And once disturbed, forever gone (When tarry we too long . . .) Chorus: High upon a citadel, the People passed this way/ Who were they? We don't know, But they're still here today. They'll come like pirates to our graves To rummage through OUR past With untried tools, to us unknown, Capture pixels Time let last. And we, the People will become . . . Chorus: High upon a citadel, the People passed this way/ Who were we? They won't know, But we'll be there someday.
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