The original version of We Are Tribe has been published in All of Me Vol. II, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.
Listen to We Are Tribe by Richard Charles Stevens (Two Tribes Suite)
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Never been more seen
Never dreamed so serene
Never felt more felt
Never wept so clean
Never ever failed to leap
Are forever in too deep
We are Tribe
By design
There’s no question
We’re unique
Never ever failed to leap
Are forever in too deep
We are Tribe
By design
There’s no question
We’re unique
We are Tribe
We are Tribe
One big Trojan explosion that won’t be denied
Our devotion an ocean as deep as it’s wide
United we rise like a fierce crimson tide as we venture some way
as we venture some way
as we venture some way out of sight
We are Tribe
There is truth in our eyes
There is truth in our eyes
We have conclusive proof that the system it lies
Sneaks up on our blind side
Depriving us oxygen
Pumps us with toxins inviting the blight while we’re gradually massively dying inside
Gradually massively dying inside
Have our ticket to ride
Regardless of whether our payments decline
Signed, sealed, delivered from evil surrounding us
Pounding us senseless with unmentionables of all kinds
If only they knew what it is we comprise
If only they knew that we threw the last fight for a reason
If only they knew we are midway through season
Increasingly ravenous
Industry cavernous
Indiscreet scavengers
Ravaging both day and night
Increasingly ravenous
Industry cavernous
Industry cavernous
Industry cavernous
Prone to outbursts of unruly behaviour
We’re truly the thorn in their side
Rising from ashes with dust in our lashes
We tribespeople actually catch a rough ride
Nobody mention the Jonestown Massacre
That was a travesty
Happened one time
Besides we are all out of Kool-Aid and sadly the punch bowl is running decidedly dry
That’s what the rivers are for
That’s what the rivers are for
That’s where we’re ever adored
That’s where we’re ever adored
That’s where the door in the floor is no ceiling
Revealing the feeling that sense is returning
Precaution deferred as the word on the street is it heard it is beat
Has been nursing defeat
Since we learned of the bleed
Thus observing superlative feast
Forming resistance to bullshit persistently frisking and fisting deep thinkers
Enlisting our blinkers
Swimming while no longer sinking
We drink in intelligence
Make it self-evident
Set some soft goals then go better them like veterans
Go better them like veterans
Go better them like veterans
If that makes us a cult
Well I guess that makes us method then
Sometimes were velociraptors
Others pterodactyl
Sometimes we’re Jurassic
Others positively tranquil
Actioning a faction done to death and back of slackening
Blackening our eyes at such inaction
Lovers though not fighters
That’s the way to winning battles
Besides it’s ten below and way too scandalously cold for swords and sandals
Vandal hearts can poke their token clauses
Rebel hearts build ramparts and call arms for charmed causes
Never been more seen
Never dreamed so serene
Never felt more felt
Never wept so clean
Never ever failed to leap
Are forever in too deep
We are Tribe
By design
There’s no question
We’re unique
There’s no question
We’re unique
There’s no question
We’re unique
We are Tribe
By design
There’s no question
We’re unique
We are Tribe
We are Tribe
We are Tribe
We are Tribe
Can sense a tomorrow that won’t be denied us
Been bled of our sorrows
Relinquished disguises
Forgiven our sins
Thus released from our bind
The river is infinite
Deep as it’s wide
And united we rise like a Phoenix in flight as we migrate some way out of sight
We are tribe
Migrate some way out of sight
We are tribe
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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