India'Song
India.Arie Lyrics


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Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me
Way back in 1619 began this tragic story
Thrown into slavery the crime was the color of skin
Never to see the light of the past again

[Chorus]
I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
I wanna go where the wind calls my name
The wind is calling India India India

It's a typical Savannah day
So I take my guitar to the park and I play
Sitting up under the live oak tree
The strangest feeling came over me
Is this the tree where my brother was hung?
Is this the ground where is body was burnt?
God gave to me the gift of song so I dedicate this one

[Chorus]

Superiority, who have you better than me
Wasting precious time on racist mentality
This is only the beginning
Because we'll be pushing up daisies in the ending
Spirit knows no color either you're a hater or a lover





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

In India.Arie’s “India’s Song”, she addresses the issues of racism and slavery that still plague America’s history. In the first verse, India.Arie expresses her disdain for the hypocrisy she has witnessed in the South as an African American. She then proceeds to reference the origins of America’s enslavement of Africans in 1619, further illustrating the deep-seated racism that continues to exist.


In the chorus, India.Arie longs to escape to a place where she can freely express herself and be unburdened by the shame of racism. She desires to be in the mountains where she can sing her heart out, beside rivers deep enough to drown out the pain and under stars bright enough to guide her path. The wind calls her name, offering her the freedom from the oppression she experiences every day.


Finally, in the last verse, India.Arie highlights the importance of unity despite our differing races; she claims that superiority only exists in the mind of the individual, for spirit knows no color. These lyrics call for the end of racism, and the start of true equality and love for all.


Line by Line Meaning

Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me
I see too much falsity in this age-old southern district


Way back in 1619 began this tragic story
It was eons ago that this woeful tale came into existence


Thrown into slavery the crime was the color of skin
Being forced into bondage and servitude just because of one's complexion was the wrongdoing


Never to see the light of the past again
They never got to relive the good times again


[Chorus]
The refrain in the song which goes like this:


I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
I wish to reach a place where the hills are lofty enough to reflect my melodies


I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
I aspire to visit a location where the water bodies are deep enough to wash away my embarrassment


I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
I yearn to journey to a place where the sky illuminates brightly enough to guide me


I wanna go where the wind calls my name
I desire to be in a zone where the air whispers my name


The wind is calling India India India
The wind appears to be calling out my name, again and again


It's a typical Savannah day
This is a regular day in Savannah


So I take my guitar to the park and I play
Therefore, I take my guitar with me to the park and start playing


Sitting up under the live oak tree
Sitting beneath the live oak tree


The strangest feeling came over me
Suddenly, I experienced an unusual sensation


Is this the tree where my brother was hung?
I wonder, was this the tree where my brother was executed?


Is this the ground where his body was burnt?
Is this the precise section where his remains were reduced to ashes?


God gave to me the gift of song so I dedicate this one
The almighty bestowed upon me the aptitude to create music, and hence, I dedicate this song to HIM


Superiority, who have you better than me
On what basis do you pride yourself when no one is above me?


Wasting precious time on racist mentality
It's a sheer waste of our valuable life to harbor racial discrimination


This is only the beginning
This is just the start


Because we'll be pushing up daisies in the ending
Because eventually, we all shall perish


Spirit knows no color either you're a hater or a lover
One's mind knows no distinction of complexion; they either hate or love independent of it




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: INDIA ARIE, INDIA ARIE SIMPSON

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