Fields of Progeny
Harvest of Legacy: Unearthing the Soulful Echoes in Fields of Progeny
Lyrics
Old melody that I tried to learn
Reflecting on an old melody attempted to be learned
When I gave myself over to it
Devoting oneself to the melody
Learned every step and my efforts were met
Mastering every step, facing challenges with rain and song
When it rain and it told and it sang
Describing the melody's expression through rain and song
Panel on strings, familiar rings
Reference to musical instruments and familiarity
If the line is a chain past today
Suggesting a connection through time, considering a chain
Then each fielder I played is another that stayed
Every experience in life is a link, contributing to continuity
To turn himself into the link
Transforming oneself into a link or connection
And he’s still up here somewhere I think
A belief that a part of oneself still exists in the connection
And I hear the old voices singing
Hearing voices from the past, acknowledging the timeless nature of a song
This song will never land
Expressing the perpetual, ungrounded nature of the song
It was here long ago and continues to grow
The song's enduring presence, evolving over time
In the fields of progeny
Referring to the continuation in the fields of descendants
In the fields of progeny
Emphasizing the ongoing legacy in the fields of descendants
Where is the culture you ask? I don’t know
Uncertainty about the location or existence of culture
And when is the future you ask? I don’t know
Uncertainty about the timing of the future
Is it locked in the ice?
Questioning if potential is trapped in a frozen state
Is it under the frost?
Wondering if the future is hidden beneath frost
I can hardly hear the heart beating
Difficulty in perceiving life's essence
But it’s under the snow I suppose
Assuming life's essence is dormant beneath challenges
And where is the history?
Questioning the whereabouts of history
And where is the memory?
Seeking the location of memory
Where is the language that I used to know?
Loss of familiarity with a known language
Is it locked in the ice?
Repeating the inquiry about potential trapped in ice
Is it under the frost?
Repeating the inquiry about the future hidden under frost
I can hardly hear the heart beating
Struggling to perceive life's heartbeat
But it’s under the snow I suppose
Assuming life's essence is dormant beneath challenges
And I hear the old voices singing
Revisiting old voices singing, reinforcing the perpetual nature of the song
This song will never land
Reiterating the timeless, ungrounded quality of the song
It was here long ago and continues to grow
The enduring presence and growth of the song over time
In the fields of progeny
Highlighting the ongoing legacy in the fields of descendants
In the fields of progeny
Emphasizing the continuous legacy in the fields of descendants
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