Time to Dance – Artist Showcase

Time to Dance by Protyus A. Gendher [Glass Ceiling Records]

Lyrics and links at the bottom!

“Time to Dance,” is one of my favorite recent writes.

As an anthropologist, these are interesting times indeed. Historic patterns are on repeat and I know I’m not at all alone in my anxiety as I follow along from home.

I have always believed deeply in facing the darkest of our truths. Any time we shy away, we make more space for the darkness. Shining light is the only way to make the world less dark.

Not all light is bright and radiant. Some truths require the sterile glow of hospital lighting to be seen. Truths these harsh have always been easier to face head on when we have a steady beat.

I have really struggled this past year to hold all of the truths I need to, in order to feel like I’m present and engaged in this world. For a while, I let that make me smaller, hopeless, helpless.

I wrote this to hold anyone who is feeling small, hopeless, and helpless. We are not facing these truths in isolation.

I’m here.

I care.

And I’m not going anywhere.

Time to Dance by Protyus A. Gendher

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
We're not the same us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we became us
Think of all the life that they squeeze while we're down on our knees, they're trying to tame us
Think of all the babies being left to plead "Mommy," buy she ain't coming back, Sweetie.
Think of all the fragile little egos, that wanna keep us on or toes, because it makes them "Alpha Bros," when they don't even come close

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
We're not the same us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we've never not had concentration camps
But we act like we don't see it through their Gas Lamps
But I think you know this could be our last chance
It's time to dance, Mother fucker, time to dance

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
We're not the same us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we became us
Think of all the life that they squeeze while we're down on our knees, they're trying to tame us
Think of all the babies being left to plead "Mommy," buy she ain't coming back, Sweetie.
Think of all the fragile little egos, that wanna keep us on or toes, because it makes them "Alpha Bros," when they don't even come close

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
We're not the same us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we've never not had concentration camps
But we act like we don't see it through their Gas Lamps
But I think you know this could be our last chance
It's time to dance, Mother fucker, time to dance
Think of how we've never not had concentration camps
But we act like we don't see it through their Gas Lamps
But I think you know this could be our last chance
It's time to dance, Mother fucker, time to dance
Think of how we've never not had concentration camps
But we act like we don't see it through their Gas Lamps
But I think you know this could be our last chance
It's time to dance, Mother fucker, time to dance
Think of how we've never not had concentration camps
But we act like we don't see it through their Gas Lamps
But I think you know this could be our last chance
It's time to dance, Mother fucker, time to dance