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South Somewhere Else

Nana Grizol2020年4月28日

South Somewhere Else 歌詞

It was assumed that the south was a thing that took place somewhere else

We grew up in a town that our parents just found on a job search and liked it quite well

Who had so many friends who arrived just like them so their kids were our kin for a spell

It was assumed that the south was a thing that took place somewhere else

Like the feeling of home was a book on a loan from a college town private school shelf

We took in every chapter with interest and laughter but never quite a sense of ourselves

A dangerous narrative haunting imperative

Led us little kids to believe

That the place we were from shed a sheen we should shun

Like the salt of the sweat dripping down from our sleeves

It was assumed that the south was a thing that took place somewhere else

Like the sun that went down on the edge of my town progressed no further west as it fell

And on visits to relatives couldn't quite tell cause our pounding heart sank as they swelled

It was assumed that the south was a thing that took place somewhere else

As if Jim Crow geographies didn't haunt all of the streetscapes we'd come to know well

And not just the old neoclassical mansions we passed or the high school had stories to tell

I mean the segregate sounds of that old college town

Ring so loud to me now I must say

As we worked all white restaurants

Trash-talking debutantes

Our nascent class conscience' obnoxious displays

It was assumed that the south was a thing that took place somewhere else

And maybe it was which I say just because we weren't noticing where power was held

Captivated the capitol's capitacratical white liberal logics prevailed

It was assumed that the south was a thing that took place somewhere else

Multiracial resistance to greedful ambitions cast out in revisionist spells

Power concedes 'bout as much as it leads as we started to see for ourselves

It was assumed that the south was a thing that took place

In a retrograde rendering of absolute space

As though everything left in the world wasn't traced

By production subjection resistance escape

Seen squarely through this disidentified gaze

And through textbooks and t v 's our modernist ways

Could never quite focus our participating

 

Renewing rejecting affirming negating