Days of Old

from M​é​moire by Blue Saint

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lyrics

[Intro]
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh,
This my days of old,
This my days of old,
This my days of old,
Hey,

[Verse 1]
Lets rewind time to a time when I was around five,
My life as child, in sunshine,
When the sunlight shined bright in those times,
And fireflies would glide skies back in those nice, nights,
A flashback of my life, I'll try writing lines that will highlight,
All things that I seen as a child, right,
All my dreams and bright ideas,
Before the clouds, they rolled,
And made a change to my days of old,
And shaped the ways and go and grow,
And take away my father's soul,
Hey, this before the days of when I was maybe spitting,
A baby living in unsafe conditions, but love be filling,
The whole family up, so I ain't seeing,
All the pain that had stained the place I lived in, listen

[Chorus]
Look, I don't know, what you've been told,
About my life, my days of old,
About my past, well let me show ya,
Come let me show, you, the things I hold,
See, I don't know, what you know, so here you go

[Verse 2]
See I came from Congo,
A place I played on unpaved ways, glass bottles,
Of Coca-Cola, wasn't rare, the air weren't hollow, it was heavy,
I'd stare at the sky, and swallow the view,
Before I was five, and I had to move,
Before I knew of fights and common abuse,
And all the riots and problems ensued,
And my father alive and fighting for truth,
Before the lies that'd come to consume,
Our people's lives, we're running from troops,
Many would die and many would lose,
All of their lives or face some abuse,
They're taking your child or raping the women,
Men are left dead inside and red is the hue,
Of the place you survived, creating some feuds,
This before all them times, I'm showing to you, Blue

[Chorus]
Look, I don't know, what you've been told,
About my life, my days of old,
About my past, well let me show ya
Come let me show, you, the things I hold,
See, I don't know, what you know, so here you go

[Verse 3]
Dad gave me a golden harmonica,
When Congo was in my consciousness,
A prosperous country, yes,
On the contrary, the country was,
Far from a comfy, plush,
State of living, graves were missing,
The country concocting threats,
To families their causing deaths,
Fatalities swarming, stress is tragically growing,
Showing the cracks that be clawing this, place that I live in,
Humanity is inglorious, creating some villains,
Turning some kids to some warriors,
While I was playing harmonicas, on top of the hills,
Didn't know of the horrors that haunted,
While I sauntered and chilled,
Didn't know of the coffins that popped up,
Till my father was killed,
My father a martyr and parts of his heart he instilled, in me,
Back to when things were harmonious and harmless,
The calm before the heartless storms had started,
And cyclones had targeted and discarded parts of,
My home in large sums,
Ah damn (ah damn)

[Chorus]
Look, I don't know, what you've been told,
About my life, my days of old,
About my past, well let me show ya
Come let me show, you, the things I hold,
See, I don't know, what you know, so here you go

[Outro]
(Ah-ooh) Here ya go
(Ah-ooh) Here ya go
(Ah-ooh) Here ya go,
(Ah-ooh) Oh-oh, Here ya go
(Ah-ooh) This my days of old,
(Ah-ooh) Oh-oh, my days of old,
(Ah-ooh) Look, I don't know, what you know, so, hmm, here you go

credits

from M​é​moire, released March 25, 2022
Performer(s): Blue Saint
Writer(s): Daniel Sebuyange
Producer(s): DJ Olabean

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Blue Saint Liverpool, UK

Blue Saint, a Congolese-born British rapper, songwriter, creative writer, spoken word artist and graphic designer. A child who had always had a great fascination for the creative arts, Blue Saint began to aspire to become an inventor before discovering rap; a musical form he instantly developed a love for. Enamoured of storytelling he began to view rap as a medium conducive to telling a story. ... more

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