Myths

Myths is by Golden Threads. The song challenges how myths and assumptions have created a fslse gendered account of history. Wind blowing, collar raised, steady pace My eyes look in all directions, Just above the scarf over my face As people stand and watch me progress Conversations flow, into an uneasy, silence; Mothers grab hands and quickly turn. Young punks stare, weighing up their chance, Of going down as a footnote in history Holding my reins in one gloved hand, I let the other lift my hat in salute Hoping that everyone would understand No one needed to die that day My name seems to travel before me Myths dog my each and every step. So all the towns I enter, I see, People weighing me, up and down [guitar solo] Wind blowing, collar raised, steady pace My eyes look in all directions, Just above the scarf over my face As people stand and watch me progress Conversations flow, into an uneasy, silence; Mothers grab hands and quickly turn. Young punks stare, weighing up their chance, Of going down as a footnote in history Holding my reins in one gloved hand, I let the other lift my hat in salute Hoping that everyone would understand No one needed to die that day My name seems to travel before me Myths dog my each and every step. So all the towns I enter, I see, People weighing me, up and down Beware of the things you hear Even if they appear to ring true; Myths tend to be birthed by fear Rather than by what people really do