
I Am Ṣāmid
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- 2020s
- introspective
- alternative folk
- worldbeat
- longing
- contemporary folk
- ethno-pop
- chamber folk
Lyrics
Intro
Hmm-mm
(Oh-oh)
Ṣāmidīn
Verse 1
Planting silver branches in the reddish silt
Tending trees our fathers' fathers built
The census man is knocking at the door
I am never moving from this floor
Pre-Chorus
No third way to choose
Between the wire and the blues
Choosing neither flight nor silent shame
Staying right here where I take my name
Chorus
This is my ṣumūd
Deeper than the ancient wood
My ṣumūd
Holding where our people stood
Staying put against the heavy rain
Rooted in the belly of the pain
My ṣumūd
Oh my ṣumūd
Verse 2
Pregnant with a future we can see
Gathering the olives for the tea
A thousand bags of salt inside the pipes
Watching as the summer harvest ripens
Pre-Chorus
We refuse the tax
The history they try to relax
Better than a fist is a open heart
But I won't ever tear my life apart
Chorus
This is my ṣumūd
Deeper than the ancient wood
My ṣumūd
Holding where our people stood
Staying put against the heavy rain
Rooted in the belly of the pain
My ṣumūd
Oh my ṣumūd
Bridge
They think we are ghosts passing through
Like the early morning desert dew
But we are the stone
The bone and the marrow alone
Still here
Still here
I am the Ṣāmid
Chorus
This is my ṣumūd
Deeper than the ancient wood
My ṣumūd
Holding where our people stood
Staying put against the heavy rain
Rooted in the belly of the pain
My ṣumūd
Oh my ṣumūd
Post-Chorus
Deeper than the stone
Flesh and blood and bone
I am the Ṣāmid
I am staying home
I am the Ṣāmid
Oh Ṣāmidīn
Oh-oh ṣumūd
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