Song Title: Time Splintered
Songwriter: Baruch
Israel
Bronx, New York
Source of Inspiration: Kindred
Author: Octavia Butler
How to reach Baruch: baba@openthoughtmusic.com
Baruch's URL: www.openthoughtmusic.com
Quote from the songwriter:
Kindred touched the deep and powerful issue of our country’s
history of slavery. I have often struggled as a person and artist
with how to address this topic. I was moved at the use of fiction
and science fiction to bring us into this issue with immediacy
and emotion. The inspiration is found in my bringing the pain
and challenge of the past, the seeds of change, and the wounds
that linger into the lyrics. That was the heart of the story
for me and what I wanted to communicate that in my song.
Lyrics to the song:
How can we deal with the history of this country?
How can we deal with the pain that is still there?
moving through time
back through the bloodline
to the harshness of the past
into slavery and a racist grasp
goes the hour glass
the power pass from post civil rights
to patrols in the night
a woman forced to fight for her life
kindred a woman’s life is hindered
time splintered a little boy injured
family ties defended
family ties defended
then she is back home
no longer alone
trying to prepare for a world that is more than unfair
a time when husband and wife become master and slave
a struggle to stay sane in a world paved with blood and whips
time slips life flips
a destiny intertwined with a young mans breath
a woman charged with preventing his death
scratch- I got... trouble
kindred a woman’s life is hindered
time splintered a little boy injured
family ties defended
family ties defended
now she returns what has the boy learned
becoming a man taking a stand
is he with the same old plan
is he a slave man? slave holder?
is his heart getting colder?
she discovers not lovers
but a victim of rape wait
how can she hate this twisted fate
that would bond her to an ancestor
who would dominate
through trial and tribulation
and loss at great cost
a woman passed on seeds of education
freedom for a new generation
but for her own freedom
a final confrontation
those hands possessive of the past
she took his breath at last
but he held fast
a part of her ripped away
and forever in his grasp
but another part of her returned to her present time
where she could live her life no longer afraid
holding a secret wherever she stayed
© Baruch Israel
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