From the recording Shadows From the East
Che Prasad: Sitar, tabla, vocals
Mikie Lee Prasad: Guitar
Kaveh Rastegar: Bass
Michael Urbano: Drums
Meschiya Lake: Vocals
Steve Gannon: Guitar
Chris Burns: Keyboards
Nagasi Aji: Vocals (rap)
Recorded at Bellboy Recording Studios
Cover art: Adam Koford
Layout: Smokey Joe
Lyrics
Shadows from the East
Were you invited to the feast?
One by one into your home
You only wanted to be alone
Shadows from the East
It’s much too late to call a priest
They rattle your pots and pans
Take your child to a foreign land?
Of what they speak you have no clue
You hear your name
They speak of you
Shadows from the East
Can’t say which one you fear the least
Head pounds, your eyes grow blurry
Your best dress stained with bloody curry
Shadows from the East
Your patience worn, forehead creased
Dirty laundry on your floor
You say you’re full, they give you more
Of what they speak you have no clue
You hear your name
They speak of you
Your mother warned, it all came true
You hear your name
They speak of you
When it came time for my marriage to arrange
I found myself in winter in a land that was strange
No ham in the burger, range chickens not free
Better than the slap from the hand of a monkey
Dhote to dollars, Paneer to chedder
Drifted out west to make my life better
Brought my relatives to the land of the free
Gave them everything except the front door key
So I couldn't understand all the cussin' the fussing
Why I shouldn't say "No" to my uncle’s second cousin
Fought some uphill battles but I always kept tryin’
Epic wins and losses just like in the Ramayan
I cry out in my sleep “Lady’s tough!”. Nothing new
Ask me why I’m here, I’ll speak your name, I speak of you
Of what they speak you have no clue
You hear your name
They speak of you
They sing your praise, it's long past due
You hear your name
They speak of you