Story Behind The Song
This song was built around a poem written by John Beecher in the early 1920s. And here we are, 90 years later, and no tide has freed us yet....
Song Description
Geoff Brady: percussion / Lou Caldarola: percussion / Buzz Kemper: spoken word / Conrad St. Clair: bass, keyboards, percussion, programming / Mike Stehr: percussion
| Song Length |
1:32 |
Genre |
Unique - Unclassified |
Lyrics
Low tide.
The scavenging gulls
scour the reaches of mud.
No slavers ride
at anchor in the roads. Rotting hulls
are drawn up on the shore.
Full stood
the tide here
when through this colonnaded door
into the raw land passed bond and free,
the one in hope leading the other in fear,
chained each to each by destiny.
Not only tide
but time and blood
can turn, can ebb and flow.
Time ebbs, blood flows, the fear
shows in the master's eye while jubilee
bursts from the bondsman's throat.
Now
no shout
rings out.
Neither hopes. Both fear.
What future tide will free
these captives of their history?