So last night we had a bonfire thing. I wasn’t there, but I heard it went great. Instead, yesterday I had a lot of meetings about community development and the future of Labyrinth, and things are looking pretty awesome. But, it meant that I didn’t write a Newsreel post today. Now, normally what I do when that happens is dive into my collection of classics news and dig for some cool archaeology. But I didn’t feel like it. That’s right, you heard me. Sometimes I just don’t feel like it.

But I didn’t want to leave you with nothing, either. That’d be cruel, and betray everything I talked about yesterday. So instead, I wrote a song, and here’s the first cut. Apologies for crappy webcam mic. 

Archaeology by Jim Tigwell

Next week we’ll have essay advice, as well as the Classics Wine and Cheese, and the first issue of Tiresias, our undergrad journal is coming out. Which is totally crazy. You’ll learn more about that in the coming weeks as well, from some of our new writers. Oh, and here’s the lyrics to the song. See you next week!

When I say archaeology, people think of piles of bones,
Of tales made into history of kings on golden thrones
They mostly think it’s boring, but they don’t know how it’s grown
In two hundred years of digging to find the stories told in stone

We work in labs and libraries, translating ancient tomes
Solving linguistic mysteries for a history to call our own.
From the beginnings of philosophy to the laws of ancient Rome
I’ve never held a bullwhip, and I’m not Indiana Jones

Chorus:
Archaeology, study of ancient technology
Learning the lessons of those who’ve gone before
Archaeology, the classical age just calls to me,
Study of Roman patriarchy and the ancient tales of yore

Bridge:
We can only see the past through present eyes, imagine our surprise, at what the ancients could do.
Digging up the graves of ancient kings, dating things with tree rings, that’s just how we roll…

Chorus:
Archaeology, study of ancient technology
Learning the lessons of those who’ve gone before
Archaeology, the classical age just calls to me,
Studying Thermopylae, where they fought ten thousand swords

But not all of our past is what it’s cracked up to be
For every saint, a monster, who brought pain and misery
We learn that things will fall apart, the center cannot hold,
From dust we came and dust we’ll be, just like those of old.

But we’ll exist in memory, our stories not untold
For future archaeology will look upon our bones.
They’ll wonder we got here, to where we were meant to be,
Sooner or later all things must become our history.

Chorus:
Archaeology, study of ancient technology
Learning the lessons of those who’ve gone before
Archaeology, the classical age just calls to me,
Saying I am here.
Underground.
Waiting for you.
Come find me.

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