A Thousand Ways by Sugarstick
If you're gonna worship something, make it Mother Earth, and don't let the patriachal monotheists grind you down.
Stone by stone the universe hits the ground
Still they think that they can turn it around
So who’s gonna tell me to get to my knees and keep it clean
There’s nothing supernatural
Tiers of ancestors
Give me a thousand ways to glorify the day
Bit by bit it’s falling into the sea
Mystery you’ll never sell it to me
Spare a bit of reverence for what nourishes and gives me space
There’s something international
Blood memories give me a thousand ways to glorify the day
(not the child of god but mother)
In the East they have gods sitting down
Buddha’s smile and Durga’s arms all round
So who’s gonna tell me there’s no right to choose or show my face
There’s nothing supernatural
Righteous or pure
When there’s a thousand ways to glorify the day
Give me a thousand ways to glorify the day
When power is sacred flesh is profane
And they’ll do their bloody will in his name
So give me a thousand ways to glorify the day
Give me a thousand ways to glorify the day
Glorify the day
There’s nothing supernatural (not the child of god but mother)
Bit by bit it’s falling into the sea
Mystery you’ll never sell it to me.
