Testo Sink In - Urthboy feat. Toe-Fu
Testo della canzone Sink In (Urthboy feat. Toe-Fu), tratta dall'album Distant Sense Of Random Menace
The sun drifted downwards to nothingness
And the red sand sat calmly in the distance
Underneath the corrugated iron, sipping cups of tea
Now the day's quietened down a little, you can hear the bugs chatter
Something else matters, other than his rocking chair
Leans back, wipes the brow, buggered as the running man
His dog Samson, alert but still sleeps beneath his feet
They don't speak, but still communicate when fresh or fatigued
"Your dinner's ready and served!" comes the call from the kitchen
There'll be no waiters, just snacks and baked potatoes
Neither invited the neighbours, it's
Something like a lazy three hour drive
He says "We'll do it another time"
She sensed a little uneasiness in him for the last week or so
"It's alright, I'm fine", say then go
It all stemmed from his grandfather's diary
Mistakenly collected when his father passed away
In it held a surprise, never saw the king hit coming
Never would have grieved, never would have drank so much tea
Stare and blank at the horizon, trying to recreate the past
Still the same farm and only two generations apart
Images harm, they're playing on repeat in his head
Weighing him down, like as if the text had lead
He read contradictions, he read they called themselves Christians
And saw crimson, and almost saw people fighting in visions
Much is different but the backdrop's the same
Same property and same farm name
But dad now sleeps haunted by memories of granddad's knee
Yarns of bush warriors, the family truth and tea
He never smiled much, but that made it all the better when he did
It's hard to comprehend an adult as a kid
Now on one hand, there's the bond of family blood
But on the other hand, of course it wasn't his fam's blood
That was spilt and recorded so callously to recreate with clarity
To think this shit had gone on with his family!
Who else knows his granddad's murderous prose?
Thoughts go out of sequence and are increasingly frequent
In the last six days he read and reread of bloodshed
A massacre his dad's dad had played a part in
Locking people up and starve them, then set 'em loose like rabbits
Following behind with loaded ammunition next to hatchets
They stood no chance and were slaughtered with catastrophe
Another fucking trophy for the white Australian tragedy
He breathed in, sighing again on the veranda
How could he tell his wife his family were murderers?
They'd only heard of heroics, medals from the services to country
He was a respectable gent for Christ's sake!
So he might wait (so he might wait), let it sink in (let it sink in)
And work hard as if to try to prevent thinking
So he might wait (so he might wait), let it sink in (let it sink in)
And work hard as if to try to prevent
Thinking (try to prevent thinking)
So we might wait, and let it sink in
Work hard as if, trying to prevent thinking
So we might wait (so we might wait)
, And let it sink in (let it sink in)
Work hard as if (keep on working), trying to prevent thinking
So we might wait (so we might wait)
, And let it sink in (let it sink in)
Work hard as if (as if we're), trying to prevent thinking
Six months later on, he had finally died
The farm fell apart long ago and so with his pride
Sipping tea 'til there was nothing inside
His wife just cried, a devastated self to sleeping slowly night
The previous year had been the best in a decade
The family scratched their heads with tears and headache
The funeral day rained like a widow
She whispered to her mother-in-law
"Your father-in-law's a killer"
Then turned away, got into the ute, headed home
Humming songs with the radio, suddenly alone
And suddenly a cup of tea by the rocking chair
Eyes darting out to the plains, asking what's left?
She turned to Samson, picked up the diary with rage
Growing by the second, tore it up page after page
"What happened in those first few days?" she say, then hates
She says, "What happened in those first few days?"
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Writer(s): Timothy James Levinson, Byron Williams, Damien Francis A Johns
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