Interlude B - Baba Brinkman

Yeah, from Gilgamesh to Chaucer via the Odyssey

This is philosophical narrative artistry

And somehow it still means something to us, as powerfully

Now as it did to people who’re thousands of years asleep

Here them speak through the modern lyricism

Technology is changing, every couple years it’s different

And language is evolving too, smooth and sinuous

It’s only human nature that remains continuous

That’s the influence of our natural history

People have the same passions now as past centuries

Whether it’s jealousy, greed, lust or vengeance

We’re just the descendants of those who left descendants

The body disintegrates into dust and cinders

While the legacy remains, in memories and young infants

But who gets remembered, and who gets forgotten?

And whose line dies out, and whose gets to blossom?

That’s where the crux of the story resides

In the struggle to survive and leave something behind

It’s the struggle to survive

And leave something behind