I dreamed I glided across the plains
I saw the world in a clearer light
No smoke blocked out the sun's healing rays
No tears rolled down from my father's eyes
I took his hand as he spoke his final words
Never give away the land where I lay
But my promise only matched the strength of my hands
If only it matched the strength of my faith
The gravedigger gave him a shallow bed, no shoes on his feet, no blanket on his head
And my hands no longer wish to hold these weapons, so I threw away my last defense
I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of war
Of all my brothers dying just to settle the score
If I let you win, will you leave me here on my own
so I can find the heart I lost
I buried my heart on the field of battle
Confined to wastelands, my spirit travels
Aimless and broken by weapons fire and thunder
While my heart remains in the ground
But all the ravens come to take what remains (come back to me)
All my people crying out for their fallen names
I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of war
Of all my brothers dying just to settle the score
If I let you win, will you leave me here on my own
Let me find the heart I lost
I have nothing left to give, nothing to gain
With an empty chest, no blood in my veins
Spirit give me a shovel, and show me the way
Find the place I laid my head
Help me dig up my heart
I’m tired of fighting, but I will go on
We’re no longer dying, there’s a voice in the song
And our love shall win, I will not be standing on my own
I will dig up my heart
This massive compilation from Marvin Tate's Chicago ensemble is funny, wildly eclectic, and bursting with energy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 3, 2022
