Story Behind The Song
The greed over how much territory "Dirt" man needs to own, how much fighting and killing needs to take place over "Oil." How we can't get our acts together when it comes to our environment.
Song Description
See above please.
Song Length |
5:16 |
Genre |
Unique - Unclassified, Unique - General |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Distressed, Tense |
Subject |
War, Politics |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
DIRT
Words & Music; Jackie Carlyle
VERSE 1
The word on the street, solemn and grave
One side always shoutin bout the soul you're needin saved, the beat of the change like a powder keg about to blow
People sit shut up behind their doors
Or else they puff a gut about the holy wars
They drill off the shores and store the deadly chemicals below
While you and I sit by and hurt, they always seem to fight about the same thing on Earth
And that's...
CHORUS 1
Dirt, Dirt, Dirty filthy Dirt, Middle Eastern, Sudanese, European Dirt
Look at all the blood that flowin down into this Earth
For Dirty filthy, oil squirtin, what's it worth in Dirt
I said, Dirt
Dirt, Dirt, Dirty filthy Dirt, Middle Eastern, Sudanese, European Dirt
Look at all the blood that flowin down into this Earth
For Dirty filthy, oil squirtin, what's it worth in Dirt
I said, Dirt
VERSE 2
Moses, Jesus, Mandela and King, Ghandi and Bono say the same thing
Why must the beauty in man always stand beside the beast?
Time always brings forth gentle souls, who speak of peace and freedom
And other noble goals while we balance our Angel and Animal souls in search of peace
While you and I sit by and hurt, they always seem to fight about the same thing on Earth
And that's...
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Now I'm not sayin I want to live on the street, all of us need a little Earth beneath our feet
But how many gold faucets can you have?
And how many people does it take to draw your bath?
VERSE 3
I'm a patriot now I'm in a new time and place, so I'm sending my spirit through this song into space
And like a note in a bottle, one day found and faced, But until then
I spend my time making rhymes, becoming one with the Universal Mind
I face the music all alone
Armed only with my pen
While you and I sit by and hurt, they always seem to fight about the same thing on Earth
And that's...
CHORUS 3..Repeat...CHORUS
Jackie Carlyle
©2012