THE TRIBAL RETURN

                                                                                                                         wds&music Gary M. Wollman

 

What have we learned?

Why must we always get burned?

Tho’ it appears quite absurd

Once again we’re caught with a yen to learn

While we long and yearn

and each other we spurn

In the tribal return

 

A man whose aim is fame can’t reign

Without the consent of people’s ignorance

(but) while you’re mentally enslaved

Yanked by someone else’s chain

You’re being robbed 

of your own significance

Don’t get caught with your pants down 

or overamazed

When the man calls to say 

You’ve got the phrase that pays

and the money 

You never really did earn

In the tribal return

 

You can say that we’ve been there done it

Now it’s time to rise above it

Stare down your very own destiny

right between the eyes

(just) remember this - common sense

is the best self-defense

to look away is ill-advised

 

Has this wasteland of your own device

Got you mentally paralyzed?

In need of mental penicillin

You don’t have to play the villain

Show you’re willlin’ to be chillin’

Don’t just idly prophesize

 

INTERLUDE

 

With words both naughty and nice

and warnings so dire and stern

Reminds us of all we need to know

Regarding the tribal return

After all is said and done 

It’s back to basics

Runnin’ round in circles

You can chase it

Come face this critical moment in time

Let’s not waste it

 

 

It’s a hard deal not to resist

but if we want to exist we need to desist

Proceed at our own risk

So don’t be scared -

 It’s time to prepare 

For the tribal return

 

(I’ve got you) You’re mentally pencilled in

whether you rise above it all

or trade pound for pound of sin

Proceed with all simplicity

Plug into the new electricity

 

In the tribal return

We’ve learned and learned and learned

All for the tribal return

(Oh) How we’ve yearned and yearned and yearned

For the tribal return

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t you look so shocked 

when the bombs start dropping

When you know you’ve never seen a fight 

You wouldn’t have killed

to stop and rock in

and even if you could 

Never once did you think to

call the cops in

You’re a bona fide hood

About to start clockin’ in 

for the greater good

Keep in walkin’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                    ©1995, 2017 Gary M. Wollman

 

 

You don’t even need to examine my genealogy

to see what you mean to me

 

So go lower the crime rate - whatever you say

Everything will be OK

But first don’t hesitate to be a master of disaster

Just tell me what it is on Earth we’re really after

It’s hard to say so let’s see?

Do you feel as if the welcome mat’s

been pulled out from under you

Well I sometimes feel as if it’s been

pulled on out from under me

In a sea of long lost unity

And yeah I’m naturally concerned

About the tribal return

 

 

In the tribal return

We’ve learned and learned and learned

All for the tribal return

(Oh) How we’ve yearned and yearned and yearned

For the tribal return

                                    ©1995, 2017 Gary M. Wollman

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