They say we sang
Before we talked
Now we talk so much
But we don't say a thing
The heathen stamped
His foot in time
He got so high
He opened up the heavens
This is the part where you stand up
Put your hands together and really give it up
Do you know what I'm saying
Do you know what I mean
Close your eyes
(and) choose a destination
(and) try to forget
Everything you thought you knew
(cos) don't you know
There is no church or nation
But you can believe
In the music
History can you
Tell me over this
Broken telephone
Just what they knew
We're going through the motion
Our devotion just a token
For tradition's sake taking our potions
And we're faking our emotions
This is the part...
Close your eyes...
Kongos - In The Music Lyrics
Kongos - In The Music Lyrics
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They say we sang
Before we talked
Now we talk so much
But we don't say a thing
The heathen stamped
His foot in time
He got so high
He opened up the heavens
This is the part where you stand up
Put your hands together and really give it up
Do you know what I'm saying
Do you know what I mean
Close your eyes
(and) choose a destination
(and) try to forget
Everything you thought you knew
(cos) don't you know
There is no church or nation
But you can believe
In the music
History can you
Tell me over this
Broken telephone
Just what they knew
We're going through the motion
Our devotion just a token
For tradition's sake taking our potions
And we're faking our emotions
This is the part...
Close your eyes...
Before we talked
Now we talk so much
But we don't say a thing
The heathen stamped
His foot in time
He got so high
He opened up the heavens
This is the part where you stand up
Put your hands together and really give it up
Do you know what I'm saying
Do you know what I mean
Close your eyes
(and) choose a destination
(and) try to forget
Everything you thought you knew
(cos) don't you know
There is no church or nation
But you can believe
In the music
History can you
Tell me over this
Broken telephone
Just what they knew
We're going through the motion
Our devotion just a token
For tradition's sake taking our potions
And we're faking our emotions
This is the part...
Close your eyes...