Low ago we stepped off the road and laid our burdens low
Found this perfect, peaceful valley and the fertile soil to sow
Beneath the loam, the sheltering stone, let the sweet water rise
Through our toes, up our bones and then, to trickle back out of our eyes
It’s been ten thousand years, and the well has not run dry
In the ways to say I love you, the ways in which to describe
The mysteries that hold us tight
Civilisation takes its time
Still far short of the finishing line
But for all the ills, one thing remains
In a cave painting, make your sign
A promise that, my heart is thine
And thus the barbarian is tamed
Ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand
Ten thousand years
Now Death still make his bed, in the cradle of life
Listening to the kill lists, bouncing down from a satellite
Drones in the sky, never ask why, make murder of video games
Cast the world into ruin, with not a soul to bear the blame
It’s been ten thousand years, and the well has not run dry
In the ways to kill your neighbour
The ways in which to decry
The mysteries that hold us apart
Civilization takes its time
Still far short of the finishing line
Count centuries ‘til the armistice is claimed
Ten thousand years
Guild your words, make them shine
Decide yourself what they define
When tomorrow comes, we won’t speak the same
Ten thousand years
Communication can still be found
These songs leave our tongues unbound
Our love keeps finding new ways to explain
Ten thousand years
Cast your raiment to the ground
Dance together to the sound
Let the world cast off its chains
Ten thousand years, ten thousand, ten thousand
Ten thousand years
Zambian-Scottish singer-songwriter pushes back against existential despair with empassioned folk-pop that celebrates love and resilience. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2023