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Nomadic people (Greek: νομάδες, nomádes, "those who let pasture herds"), commonly known as itinerants in modern-day contexts, are communities of people who move from one place to another, rather than settling permanently in one location. There are an estimated 30-40 million nomads in the world.
Many cultures have traditionally been nomadic, but traditional nomadic behavior is increasingly rare in industrialized countries. Nomadic cultures are discussed in three categories according to economic specialization: hunter-gatherers, pastoral nomads, and "peripatetic nomads".
Nomadic hunting and gathering, following seasonally available wild plants and game, is by far the oldest human subsistence method. Pastoralists raise herds, driving them or moving with them, in patterns that normally avoid depleting pastures beyond their ability to recover. Peripatetic nomads, who offer the skills of a craft or trade to those with whom they travel, are most common in industrialized nations.
Many groups of 'nomadic' hunter-gatherers (also known as foragers) moved from campsite to campsite, following game and wild fruits and vegetables. Hunting and gathering was the ancestral subsistence mode of Homo, and all modern humans were hunter-gatherers until around 10,000 years ago.
i guess it's time to make it easier on ourselves
is it time to let our feeling have their ways?
i know this time i won't do anything at all
this time i'll let the fire burn out of control
i get a feeling i can make it on my own
like it's meant to be my kingdom and my throne
but i can only make it last a little more
if i'd only let that fire burn out of control
so c'mon now
nomadic you, nomadic me. i'm walking on my knees
nomadic you, nomadic me. a lot of things to see
i got a ticket for a nowhere ride,
everyday i've been a bit outside
nomadic you
we're so not related i'm so scared of heights
thats why i never learned to walk into the lights
i know it's time to say again you'll never send me back
now it's history, but the fire burned out of control
like if i was just nobody
would i still be such a mess
if i would i'd never confess
and there's you with all your sorrowns
all those tears behind blackened eyes