[Intro]
Ancient sands slip through my hands
Like memories we can't hold
While vultures circle overhead
As our treasures are being sold
[Verse 1]
Karim, you traded wisdom for gold
Our grandfather's oud, his stories untold
In your shop with those foreign suits
Putting price tags on our roots
The desert wind howls with shame
As you play your profit game
[Chorus]
When the last well runs dry
And the sacred's been sold
What remains of our souls?
In this marketplace of old
Desert blues, desert blues
Running through my veins
Can't wash away this pain
[Verse 2]
The Sahara's thirsty throat
Swallows hope with every note
While you shake hands with smiling thieves
Who collect what my blood bleeds
My people dance for tourist eyes
Our spirit packaged, sanitized
[Bridge]
Remember when you taught me how to play?
Before you sold our heritage away
The strings still cry your name at night
But money killed your appetite
For truth, for love, for what we are
Now everything's a souvenir bazaar
[Chorus]
When the last well runs dry
And the sacred's been sold
What remains of our souls?
In this marketplace of old
Desert blues, desert blues
Running through my veins
Can't wash away this pain
[Outro]
The dunes are shifting, changing shape
Like truth that tries to escape
But I'll keep playing, I'll keep singing
Till the last string stops ringing
In this desert of deceit
Where our culture admits defeat
Phantom Wanderer - Fever Dreams Lyrics
Phantom Wanderer - Fever Dreams Lyrics
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[Intro]
Ancient sands slip through my hands
Like memories we can't hold
While vultures circle overhead
As our treasures are being sold
[Verse 1]
Karim, you traded wisdom for gold
Our grandfather's oud, his stories untold
In your shop with those foreign suits
Putting price tags on our roots
The desert wind howls with shame
As you play your profit game
[Chorus]
When the last well runs dry
And the sacred's been sold
What remains of our souls?
In this marketplace of old
Desert blues, desert blues
Running through my veins
Can't wash away this pain
[Verse 2]
The Sahara's thirsty throat
Swallows hope with every note
While you shake hands with smiling thieves
Who collect what my blood bleeds
My people dance for tourist eyes
Our spirit packaged, sanitized
[Bridge]
Remember when you taught me how to play?
Before you sold our heritage away
The strings still cry your name at night
But money killed your appetite
For truth, for love, for what we are
Now everything's a souvenir bazaar
[Chorus]
When the last well runs dry
And the sacred's been sold
What remains of our souls?
In this marketplace of old
Desert blues, desert blues
Running through my veins
Can't wash away this pain
[Outro]
The dunes are shifting, changing shape
Like truth that tries to escape
But I'll keep playing, I'll keep singing
Till the last string stops ringing
In this desert of deceit
Where our culture admits defeat
Ancient sands slip through my hands
Like memories we can't hold
While vultures circle overhead
As our treasures are being sold
[Verse 1]
Karim, you traded wisdom for gold
Our grandfather's oud, his stories untold
In your shop with those foreign suits
Putting price tags on our roots
The desert wind howls with shame
As you play your profit game
[Chorus]
When the last well runs dry
And the sacred's been sold
What remains of our souls?
In this marketplace of old
Desert blues, desert blues
Running through my veins
Can't wash away this pain
[Verse 2]
The Sahara's thirsty throat
Swallows hope with every note
While you shake hands with smiling thieves
Who collect what my blood bleeds
My people dance for tourist eyes
Our spirit packaged, sanitized
[Bridge]
Remember when you taught me how to play?
Before you sold our heritage away
The strings still cry your name at night
But money killed your appetite
For truth, for love, for what we are
Now everything's a souvenir bazaar
[Chorus]
When the last well runs dry
And the sacred's been sold
What remains of our souls?
In this marketplace of old
Desert blues, desert blues
Running through my veins
Can't wash away this pain
[Outro]
The dunes are shifting, changing shape
Like truth that tries to escape
But I'll keep playing, I'll keep singing
Till the last string stops ringing
In this desert of deceit
Where our culture admits defeat
Writer: Ivan J.
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC