Artist: Matisyahu
Song: Ancient Lullaby
Album: Youth
Capo 1
Mist rising on the horizon
Listenin’ with my ears and listenin’ with my eyes and
Listenin’ until we've ridden the mud from the parasite
Listenin’ until our hearts start to glisten, realize
Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice
Start sizzlin’, spilling from the ceiling, bread dripping drizzling
Close to the broken-heart, them crushed in spirit
Redeem the soul of your servant seek his, pursue it
Keep the sparkle in your eyes
Oh you know, we're not gon die, like flyin’
Soul times for the times when we'll stay unified
The eyes of Hashem are to the righteous and he hears their
Chorus:
Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby
Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby
Jerusalem breathes, bringin’ me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze,
Dirty boppin’ and a bring ya down to ya knees
Track ya like a lion, leave me be
When they come with their disease to drag us into the street,
My law's still pure, you can't take that from me,
3000 years until this last century,
Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest,
Yo, I say the branches on the trees them bow to these
Swaying to the melodies,
Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please
I am you, you are me
No more leaders, we must flea ,We want see God in our enemy
Chorus
Solo
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No Capo Version
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Mist rising on the horizon
Listenin’ with my ears and listenin’ with my eyes and
Listenin’ until we've ridden the mud from the parasite
Listenin’ until our hearts start to glisten, realize
Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice
Start sizzlin’, spilling from the ceiling, bread dripping drizzling
Close to the broken-heart, them crushed in spirit
Redeem the soul of your servant seek his, pursue it
Keep the sparkle in your eyes
Oh you know, we're not gon die, like flyin’
Soul times for the times when we'll stay unified
The eyes of Hashem are to the righteous and he hears their
Chorus:
Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby
Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby
Jerusalem breathes, bringin’ me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze,
Dirty boppin’ and a bring ya down to ya knees
Track ya like a lion, leave me be
When they come with their disease to drag us into the street,
My law's still pure, you can't take that from me,
3000 years until this last century,
Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest,
Yo, I say the branches on the trees them bow to these
Swaying to the melodies,
Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please
I am you, you are me
No more leaders, we must flea ,We want see God in our enemy
Chorus
Solo