The Dam

(©2003 R. Rothschild)

The lake rose from the dam
There’s someone there inside it,
inside the mirror on the land.
I strain against the glare
but when I look inside, it’s only my reflection there.

I know, I see the way the waters flow
All alone I try in myself to know.
I’m a man, I’m building myself a dam
holding back the weight of how afraid I am

Chorus:
I’m trapped beneath that weight/
wait I want to understand
the beauty of the water running through my hands
and down upon my face
the water that I am/
am I opening the dam?/
Damn, I’m opening the dam!

The lake is gone
instead of my reflection, I see a forest in the sun.
The stream runs through again,
the paths have been erased, the curse upon that sacred place.
The dam it held my sorrow, and though it also held my joy,
in the end I know we cannot change the way the waters flow,
and dam(n) them as we may, the rivers always find a way

I know, I see the way the waters flow
All alone I’m trying to let it go.
But I’m a man, I’m building myself a dam
holding back the weight of how afraid I am

Chorus

Robby – lead vocal, kora, drum set, djembe, bouzouki, hurdy-gurdy, cello bass
Char -response vocal, bombards