I met an old man right down on the beach
A hook in his hand I watched the teardrops fall right down his cheek
Without a single word he told me, about the trials and tribulations of his family
He pointed to the shore and I began to see
It is the black gold
We be pushin we be movin decimatin our souls
It is the black gold
Robbing the trees and all the fishies of their lives you know
Black gold
We be burnin we be pushin through your schools & your homes
Black gold
My salute to all the activists young and old
The mother said honey come out and play
She put on a smile and said it’s not gonna hurt ya it’s a beautiful day
The girl was not oblivious she knew the air was full of dust coughing for days,
Its not worth it for the sunshine, she pulled her mother inside and she began to pray
It is the black gold…
Today a new day that has begun,
The clean water, air I vow is what I pass onto my son
I’m tired of living life in the shadows, thinking that I’m the only one
Who hears the soft cry of the sparrow and knows that there is much work, to be done…
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023