Lyrics Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout) - Skyclad
Where
the
past
meets
the
present
we
walk
hand
in
hand,
Barefoot
and
naked--but
kings
of
our
land,
The
souls
of
my
forefathers
course
through
my
veins
as
I
watch
the
Sun
sink
′neath
these
ancestral
plains.
Outcast
in
the
outback--forgotten
by
time,
Lie
the
fragile
remains
of
a
world
that
was
mine.
What
money
could
not
buy--the
strong
chose
to
steal,
To
them
power
and
riches
were
all
that
was
real.
Then
sold
into
slavery
(iron-ore
digger),
I
am
your
'abbo′--your
lacky--your
'nigger.'
Awaken
the
neo-neanderthal
man
that
sleeps
within
all
of
us
touched
by
his
Hand,
He′s
the
last
grain
of
hope
left
unspoilt
by
our
games--so
tread
Soft
in
his
footsteps
and
whisper
his
name.
A
DREAMTIME
WALKABOUT--is
all
that
remains
of
the
past,
A
DREAMTIME
WALKABOUT--the
′missing
link'
holds
the
chain
fast.
Watch
us
skip
the
dark
fantastic--silhouettes
against
the
sky,
Bodies
bathed
in
starlit
twilight--high
above
our
spirits
fly.
Every
picture
tells
a
tale
of
hidden
wisdom
they
have
found,
Man
is
just
a
part
of
nature--not
the
other
way
around.
This
′savage'
nobility
rule
without
thrones,
And
by
birthright
inherit
things
we′ll
never
own.
Though
progress
encroaches--the
last
of
their
kind
still
reach
From
their
bodies
with
prehensile
minds.
We
sons
of
the
wilderness--unchained
and
free,
Cast
our
spirits
to
fly
with
the
birds
through
the
trees.
(See
a
bloodline
that
extends
from
Genesis
to
fiery
end).
Over
bushland
and
billabong
astral
forms
soar--
'Til
the
therms
of
our
passion
can
bear
us
no
more.
(Its
shadow
cast
upon
the
land
still
undefiled
by
human
hand).
Unaware
what
you
search
for
is
already
mine.
Awaken
the
neo-neanderthal
man
that
sleeps
within
all
of
us
touched
By
his
hand,
He′s
the
last
grain
of
hope
left
unspoilt
by
our
games--so
tread
Soft
in
his
footsteps
and
whisper
his
name.
A
DREAMTIME
WALKABOUT--is
all
that
remains
of
the
past,
A
DREAMTIME
WALKABOUT--the
'missing
link'
holds
the
chain
fast.
As
you
cower
in
concrete
boxes--sheltered
from
the
light
of
day,
Pause
a
moment
(stop
and
wonder)--who′s
most
savage
you
or
they?
Every
picture
tells
a
tale
of
hidden
wisdom
they
have
found,
Man
is
just
a
part
of
nature--not
the
other
way
around.
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