From the recording Like a Viking

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A meditation on storytelling, memory, and the wisdom passed down long before screens replaced voices.

Lyrics

Before there was TV, there was radio
The voices in the static told the tales we used to know
The family gathered close, in the soft evening glow
Every word a picture, painted slow

Before there was radio, we watched the fire burn
Stories in the embers waited for their turn
The crackle sang a chorus, the shadows learned to dance
Teaching us of silence, and the fleeting chance

And time keeps moving, like a river it flows
But the fire still remembers, everything it knows
Screens may shine brighter, but they can’t replace
The warmth of a story, or a loved one’s face

Before there was news, we listened to the breeze
The wisdom of the forest whispered through the trees
Before there was music pressed onto a track
We sang with the river, and the river sang back

And time keeps moving, like a river it flows
But the fire still remembers, everything it knows
Screens may shine brighter, but they can’t replace
The warmth of a story, or a loved one’s face

Every spark a guiding star, every voice a flame
Every story told before us echoes just the same
Though the world keeps turning, faster than we know
The oldest truths are simple, in the fire’s glow

And time keeps moving, like a river it flows
But the fire still remembers, everything it knows
Screens may shine brighter, but they can’t replace
The warmth of a story, or a loved one’s face

Before there was TV, there was radio
Before there was radio, we watched the fire glow