Musically, Silent Planet has been described as metalcore - more specifically, progressive metalcore. They are known for their intricate sound and incorporation of post-rock textures. The band has also been praised for their thought-provoking lyrics, which cover topics such as war, psychology, and religion. Band members have listed Oh, Sleeper, Architects, Underoath, and This Will Destroy You as influences on their sound.
Native Blood
Silent Planet Lyrics
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Cracks in the clouds leave me wondering
Did the oceans dry out and return to the sky for a privileged perspective of our final goodbye?
Pretend it's a house of peace while she's buried underneath.
You built your Father's house over my mother's grave.
Bodies - a mass grave collapse the concave floor.
These sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt.
Because the earth is trembling, if only we had eyes to see it shake.
When the ocean fills our veins and the soil becomes my bones: Maybe we'll fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for slaves.
We were dressed in potential now we're draped in sorrow.
Our race is a bloodstain spattered on a profane political campaign - manifest your destiny.
Stripes and stars comprise my prison bars - the cost of liberty.
Maybe we'll fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for slaves.
Maybe this storm is a perfect score for wretched bodies washed ashore, poured out for me.
The life I loved looking up at me: saplings struck like daggers hemorrhaging streams as the breath of my people return to the ground so forests can once more abound.
The suffering cross that overcame, the name of Love made concurrent with shame.
This melody - I thought it familiar it sounds like your heartbeat keeping time, then you turn and remind me that this pain has a purpose.
And maybe we'll fall asleep tonight.
The song "Native Blood" by Silent Planet expresses the pain and anguish of Native Americans who were forced out of their land by the white settlers who built their houses and churches over the graves of the natives. The opening lines of the song paint a barren and desolate landscape where the cracks on the clouds and the dried-up oceans signify the destruction wrought by the settlers. The lyrics suggest that the settlers disregarded the sacredness of the land and the memories of the natives buried underneath the ground. The song describes the construction of the settlers' churches and houses as a profane act, a deliberate affront to the natives' memory and culture.
The song's chorus speaks about the suffering caused by the loss of identity and potential of the natives. The lyrics suggest that the natives had a chance to thrive, but this potential was taken away by the settlers who forced them to suffer and die. The song also speaks of the suffering of the African slaves brought into the country and how their pain and anguish were turned into a melody. The native's suffering is compared to a storm, a perfect score played for the wretched bodies washed ashore. The closing lines speak of the life and memories of the natives, which are returned to the ground so that forests can once again grow.
Line by Line Meaning
The barren wastes, bearing down me
The lifeless lands loom over me, causing me to feel burdened and oppressed.
Cracks in the clouds leave me wondering
When light shines through the darkness, it makes me question the state of the world.
Did the oceans dry out and return to the sky for a privileged perspective of our final goodbye?
Are even the natural forces of the world conspiring against us, mocking our final moments?
Pretend it's a house of peace while she's buried underneath.
We may try to find solace in religion, but it doesn't change the fact that our loved ones are buried beneath the ground.
You built your Father's house over my mother's grave.
Our religious institutions have been built over the graves of our ancestors, perhaps erasing the true history of our people.
Bodies - a mass grave collapse the concave floor.
The weight of the dead bodies buried beneath us eventually collapses the ground above them.
These sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt.
No matter how grand our religious edifices may be, they will eventually crumble and decay like everything else on this earth.
Because the earth is trembling, if only we had eyes to see it shake.
The world around us is in turmoil, but most of us are too blind to see it.
Ignorant until we expire.
We remain ignorant to the world's problems until we are faced with our own imminent death.
When the ocean fills our veins and the soil becomes my bones: Maybe we'll fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for slaves.
Perhaps we will finally understand the pain of those who came before us and find some peace in their shared suffering.
We were dressed in potential now we're draped in sorrow.
We once had so much ahead of us, but now we are weighed down by the burden of our past and present.
Our race is a bloodstain spattered on a profane political campaign - manifest your destiny.
Our history is filled with violence and prejudice motivated by political and personal gain.
Stripes and stars comprise my prison bars - the cost of liberty.
The very symbols of our freedom may also be the chains that bind us.
Maybe this storm is a perfect score for wretched bodies washed ashore, poured out for me.
Perhaps the natural disasters that befall us are just punishment for the atrocities we have committed.
The life I loved looking up at me: saplings struck like daggers hemorrhaging streams as the breath of my people return to the ground so forests can once more abound.
The trees and forests that once provided beauty and life are now decaying and returning to the earth, mirroring the demise of our own culture.
The suffering cross that overcame, the name of Love made concurrent with shame.
Even the symbol of our supposed salvation is marred by the pain and suffering its followers have inflicted on others.
This melody - I thought it familiar it sounds like your heartbeat keeping time, then you turn and remind me that this pain has a purpose.
The familiar melody we cling to is a reminder of the constant, but fleeting nature of life and the lessons we can learn from its pain.
And maybe we'll fall asleep tonight.
Perhaps we will finally find some peace, even if only temporary, from the madness and turmoil of our world.
Contributed by Landon W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Lance Curley
I'm full-blooded Navajo (Native American, First Nation, American Indian) from AZ, honestly there hasn't been a music video that has truly touched my heart and almost made me cry. This video has, thanks for showing appreciation for a people group whom the rest of the United States seems to forget is still alive. Ahé'héé from my heart.
conneromalley
What? America has never committed genocide on native Americans
The legend 27
❤️🇺🇸
Time Navigator
Much love from Nebraska brother...🙌🏽
Sam DeCosta
My Bro ^^
Chaos Light Tarot
“You built your father’s house over my mother’s grave” such a powerful line.
AustinRoars
"We were dressed in potential, now we're draped in sorrow."
Such, a powerful song. Chilling.
Piracy and Dumbbells
"You built your Father's house over my Mother's grave."
Allan Madhuram
The fact that this band gives references to its lyrics from other sources makes it even cooler!
Nick Mirocke
This is the type of music I consider timeless. No matter the amount of times I give this band a listen it's all fresh and so pleasent to my ears. Can't wait to hear the rest of these sounds on the new album.