Brandes

Lyrics

FROM THE HIGHER GROUND

I see a man with tattoos tumbling from his shoulder
Of symbols that he does not understand;
I see a woman raw and bloody from his loving,
But when he calls she's always close at hand -
She's close at hand, she needs her man - ha!

I see a mother who is mourning for her daughter
Who's living on the darker side of town,
And she's offering her body up to strangers
To keep her high and stop her feeling down -
She's feeling down, she's falling down.

And so it goes, and I suppose
The world will turn again tomorrow.
Each day begins in so much hope,
But comes by dusk to sorrow.

I see fathers who don't recognise their children;
I see children who are crying out for love.
I see them turning from temptation to temptation,
Till they cannot know that they have had enough -
They've had enough, they’ve had too much.

And the money moves around in circles,
Though each time that it passes it gets less.
And when the music stops the rich get richer
And the poor just shuffle closer to the edge…

Still the prophets promise life could be much better
If we do what it takes to get ahead.
I wonder then why we're so sad and lonely:
Did we want too much or have we been misled -
We want too much, we are misled.

I see bad men who are slaughtering the children;
I see children grow to slaughters of their own.
Each age must feast upon the bitter harvest
That those who went before us all have sown -
We should have known, the dice were thrown.

Well we all know, that’s how it goes:
The wheel will spin tomorrow.
Each day begins in so much hope,
But turns by dusk to sorrow.

From this hill I see the colours round me swirling -
The blue is so much greater than the green.
I see the child's hand slip forever from her father's:
Is this the way the end was meant to be -
It's meant to be, it’s meant to be.