LYRICS
Will we be remembered in the words of a song
Will the young be singing after we are gone
Said the old one to the young
Your life has just begun
This is what they told me too
Ouu Ouu Ouu
We are the ancient ones
We’re falling like the snow
You’ll be an ancient one
With everything I know
We are the ancient ones
You and I both grow
You’ll be an ancient one
Falling like the snow
Ouu Ouu Ouu / Be the One
Spring is skipping down the lane
Wisdom dropping in the rain
Here beneath ancient sun
Ancient ones still feel young
Said the old one to the young
Your life has just begun
This is what they told me too x3
Ouu Ouu Ouu / Be the One
We are the ancient ones
We fall like snow
You’ll be an ancient one
We are the ancient ones
You and I both grow
You’ll be an ancient one
Falling like the snow
CREATIVE TEAM
Cha Wilde: Lyrics, Melody, Vocals, Piano, Recording & Production
JOURNAL
I can’t wait until the end of the day to record the song. I wrote the lyrics this morning and then spent my day relaxing around the house taking a bath and journaling. Then suddenly it was 9pm and I was exhausted and grumpy and still committed to recording. My attitude was nasty for performing. I cried, huffed, pushed some equipment around, cursed at myself for waiting till the last minute to finish the big task of the day. Davey was a total angel offering to help me however he could, never once getting upset by my bad mood. I want to finish the songs earlier in the day so I can relax with him fully in the evening. I think I waited until nightfall because I usually sing better at night. My vocal chords are warmed up at the end of the day and I feel the vibes in the candlelight (or pink LEDs).
My back is aching from so many hours sitting hunched over my journal, piano and laptop. I had to lean forward to record into the mic today. I’m missing days fully dedicated to fitness and yoga when my body is top priority. I’m missing days spent painting in the studio and swimming in the lake far away from desks and screens. These parts of me that love being unplugged are raising their eyebrows with worry and doubt, asking me “Is this really a good idea? Are you seriously going to write songs all the time now? What about us? Don’t you want to go climb a mountain and not create music for a day or two?” — oh parts, I hear you.
Today’s song is called ANCIENT ONES. It’s inspired by my recent reflections on growing older, recognizing I’m now in an older generation and those in the generation below me are experiencing a different kind of childhood and youth than I did. They grew up with phones and iPads and high speed internet and Tesla crazy inventions and talking house robots. I grew up almost off grid with my computer making that beepy dial up, AOL Instant messenger after school and flip phones got cool in high school. I remember picking up new technology with glee and figuring it out quickly and now I’m feeling the learning curve taking me longer with more frustration. Can I keep up? Can I stay involved and relevant in this culture? Do I even want to?
I’m rather fond of handwriting letters and meditating in the woods. The present moment is more entertaining than TikTok. I prefer eye contact over screen time. I have studied & practiced ancient ritual for many years and divine wisdom runs through me. I have so much to offer. My gifts are still needed. The new technology is just a tool for delivering these gifts, not a replacement or threat.
I wrote this song to honor the passing generations; how each of us grows from those who came before, inheriting knowledge and story. This song celebrates the chain we are all connected in, passing torches from above to below.
I took a lot of energy out of myself to create this one. Something about it was draining. My guess is that the topic felt very poignant, pushing into some deep fears of death and letting go. It’s a sensitive subject and I did my best to find beauty by viewing Life as a river in constant flow. Now I must sleep. I have another song to create tomorrow.
LOVE, Cha Wilde