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Ballad about the Nazca Desert
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Songwriter of pop songs and ballads. No bull shit!
My name is Gart, I am a songwriter. I write pop songs and ballads. Not much of a singer myself, but hopefully someone with a good ear for potential, who happens to be looking for new songs to sing or to promote, will find my work interesting. Feel free to contact me!
Song Info
Genre
Pop • Dance-Pop
Charts
Peak #628
Peak in subgenre #237
Author
Gart Zeebregts
Rights
2005 Gart Zeebregts
Uploaded
September 13, 2005
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The graves of the pre-Inca kings in the Nazca Desert were robbed by their descendents. This song is about the irony of the destruction of one's own cultural heritage, driven by poverty and ignorance.
Lyrics
The children of a lesser evil Roam the raped and ratchet land Hunting down the sons of kings unknown Holding out their stretching hands Scratching at the desert sands Searching for the treasures that are sown Beneath the blanket of serenity The children of the lesser people Cannot try to understand The wasted message left in sand and stone Of kings who crossed the empty lands Of fathers with their grave demands Where ever since the timeless winds have blown Across the blanket of their dignity CHORUS Oh, how the mighty kings have fallen Their heritage forever swept away Sailing on the desert wind I hear them sigh in pain Their vow to stay and speak their names forever and a day Oh, how the mighty kings have fallen Yearning for the shadow of their peace Scattered on the desert sands I hear their cries of shame The lonely and forgotten fathers will not fade away Turn and see the fading phantom in his search for peace Hear him curse the sons of desperate slaves Listen to the hidden whispers calling out the names Of fathers searching for their empty graves Oh, how the mighty kings have fallen Their heritage forever swept away Sailing on the desert wind I hear them sigh in pain Their vow to stay and speak their names forever and a day Oh, how the mighty kings have fallen Yearning for the shadow of their peace Scattered on the desert sands I hear their cries of shame The lonely and forgotten fathers will not fade away
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