Longing for safety from all that I’ve known
I’ve a place where I know I can disappear
Where red clay and water have not ceased to flow
In this fortress of trees, my mind adheres
And something calls my spirit back
And I know that, though you’re gone, we’re still alive
There’s a song that’s been play a thousand years
It’s been sung by the beast and the creatures that fly
As I join the ensemble, I sing without fear
This canyon will echo my voice’s cry
And something calls my spirit back
And I know that, though you’re gone, we’re still alive
And by this fire, here I lie
So soothe me with your sparkling sky
While ancient voices sing tonight
Way-a-hey, way-a-hey, way-a-hey, way-a-hey
Tears for the tortured and those who were lost
Have come crashing down for the blackened clouds
And thunder explodes from the warrior’s drum
And the words on my heart are now the words on my mouth
And something calls my spirit back
From the river through the mountain pass
But something calls my spirit back
And I know that, through your love, we’re still alive
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