Faccini began his music career in London in the band 'Charley Marlowe', which he fronted alongside the poet Francesca Beard. In 2001, the band ended and Piers started solo work. He writes music for television - notably the BBC docudrama 'Killing Hitler' - as well as painting. His first solo album and EP 'Leave No Trace' came out in 2004.
He has guested on a series of other albums some of which are released on the 'Label-Bleu' label.
His style is rhythmic and melodic. His album is mostly based around acoustic guitar riffs, whereas his earlier music and TV themes reflect his interest in dance music.
He is currently based in France.
Check out his official web site (bilingual).
Tribe
Piers Faccini Lyrics
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There were cries sent to unblind eyes
There were downturned palms unraised
From fists to claps that drowned out in praise
There were shouts shut from the back of tongues
Swallowed down throats to choked up lungs
Joy brimming from the deepest well
How low the mighty fall
How low how low
Once a raindrop became a sea
From one seed grew a forest of trees
From two bodies generations came
To walk the ground and disappear again
Until a siren blew among the reeds
Warning of crops that no longer feed
Sending buds up to flower and bloom
Under cover of the darkest moon
How low the mighty fall
How low how low
For one embrace a whole people prayed
For one tribe a whole lament was played
Now the wind blows against the shore
This song of songs will be sung no more
From the ashes of the ruins will grow
A new time to scatter and sow
Over the desert a rainbow spans
A bridge of hope across the western lands
How low the mighty fall
How low how low
How low the mighty fall
How low how low
How low how low
How low how low
How low how low
How low how low
How low how low
How low how low..
In "Tribe," Piers Faccini tells the story of a community that comes together in the face of oppression and hardship. The first verse describes the beginning of their struggle, with voices raised and palms downturned in protest. As they push back against their oppressors, their cries turn to joy and applause.
The second verse takes a more metaphorical turn, exploring the idea of growth and renewal. A single raindrop becomes a sea, and a single seed becomes a forest. Generations of people walk the earth and disappear, and new life springs up from the ashes of the old.
The chorus, "How low the mighty fall," suggests that the oppressors, whoever they may be, will eventually be brought down. Despite the tribulations faced by the community, they persist in their struggle, with each embrace and each lament serving as a rallying cry. However, with the passing of time, the song of their people will fade away into memory.
In the final verse, Faccini offers a glimmer of hope. From the ruins of their society, a new time will grow, and a rainbow will bridge the gap between their past and future. "Tribe" is a powerful tribute to the resilience and perseverance of marginalized communities in the face of adversity.
Line by Line Meaning
There were voices shot to the skies
People raised their voices together in unison
There were cries sent to unblind eyes
People pleaded for change, but those in power ignored them
There were downturned palms unraised
People stayed quiet, not wanting to draw attention to themselves
From fists to claps that drowned out in praise
People started with anger, but turned to support and appreciation for each other
There were shouts shut from the back of tongues
People had something to say but felt they couldn't speak up
Swallowed down throats to choked up lungs
People felt the weight of their emotions and didn't know how to express them
Joy brimming from the deepest well
Despite the obstacles, people found reasons to celebrate
From the source sprung to break the spell
Their collective spirit brought about change
How low the mighty fall
The powerful can be brought down by the people
Once a raindrop became a sea
Small changes can lead to something much bigger
From one seed grew a forest of trees
Small beginnings can lead to something huge
From two bodies generations came
Life is passed down through families
To walk the ground and disappear again
We come and go, but we leave a mark that can affect the future
Until a siren blew among the reeds
A warning came, indicating that something was wrong
Warning of crops that no longer feed
Something vital was lost and people were suffering as a result
Sending buds up to flower and bloom
Despite the difficulties, beauty and growth can still come forth
Under cover of the darkest moon
This growth happened in difficult times, hidden and unseen
For one embrace a whole people prayed
People needed connection and love, even in the hardest times
For one tribe a whole lament was played
People grieved together, a communal sadness
Now the wind blows against the shore
Things have changed and become difficult again
This song of songs will be sung no more
The time when this was possible is gone
From the ashes of the ruins will grow
Even in destruction, there can be a new beginning
A new time to scatter and sow
A new era has begun, and with it, new opportunities and challenges
Over the desert a rainbow spans
A sign of hope in a difficult time
A bridge of hope across the western lands
Hope for everyone, regardless of their background, across the land
Writer(s): Piers Faccini, Simone Prattico Copyright: Hi Jack
Contributed by Elliot N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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