Not elegies, ologies. You read it right. Remember that archaeology song I recorded last year, on my crappy webcam mic? This week I did a video about my bibliography, and included the final cut of the song! Go past the jump to hear the new and improved archaeology song.

Jim Tigwell writes a new song every week, and needs your help. Send him song ideas on Youtube, or on Twitter.

Lyrics

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,
Saying I am here, underground, waiting for you.

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.

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,
Saying I am here.
Underground.
Waiting for you.
Come find me.

Leave a Reply