The Slave
Art Bears Lyrics


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Once as the sun was setting
A slave came to the gate
Day dying.
On its fiery tongue
An obol lay
Of copper spun.

Then did we dream?
Or were our houses
Lambent gold?
In Winter's pool
Did glory pass
And hold us speechless
In its spell?

Where he had fallen,
Used and cast aside,
All he had touched
Was trembling and alive –

each life is present
In this way:




Each fashioned thing
Speaks of its change.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Art Bears's song The Slave are rich and open to interpretation. The song is about a slave who comes to the gate as the sun is setting, and he is holding an obol made of copper. The imagery used in the song is powerful, and it leaves a lasting impression on the listener.


The lyrics suggest that the slave's presence has transformed everything he has touched, making everything that he has interacted with "trembling and alive". The last two lines of the song are particularly meaningful, as they suggest that everything that exists is subject to change, and every created thing speaks of that change.


The lyrics of this song are thought-provoking and deeply reflective. They encourage the listener to reflect on the power of transformation and the fleeting nature of our lives. The song asks us to consider the meaning of existence and the implications of our actions. It is a powerful and moving piece of music.


Line by Line Meaning

Once as the sun was setting
At one point during the sunset


A slave came to the gate
A person who is forced to work for another person came to the entrance


Day dying.
The end of the day


On its fiery tongue
On the red hot surface


An obol lay
A small Greek coin was there


Of copper spun.
Made of a copper material


Then did we dream?
Did we imagine this?


Or were our houses
Or maybe our homes


Lambent gold?
Shining with a golden color?


In Winter's pool
During the winter season


Did glory pass
Did a great beauty move by


And hold us speechless
Leaving us unable to speak


In its spell?
Under its charm?


Where he had fallen,
Where he had dropped down


Used and cast aside,
Used and abandoned


All he had touched
Everything he had come into contact with


Was trembling and alive –
Was shaking and full of life -


each life is present
Everything is here


In this way:
In this manner:


Each fashioned thing
Every created thing


Speaks of its change.
Has a story of its transformation.




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