Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
As still, like dust, I'll rise.
Just like moons and just like suns,
counting on the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
I'll still rise.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
And still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Just like moons and just like suns,
counting With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
I'll still rise.
Brighton, UK duo craft soulful soundscapes influenced by the sweeping, romantic film soundtracks of the ’60s and ’70s. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2022