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Pneuma Soma Sarx
05:25
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I know a journey means more than to move
but a view on arrival
can surely improve it.
A wise man knows that if don't go
with a set destination in mind you'll be travelling
routes that ain't worth half time that you can bet on it.
I saw my face grow as old as I could
with those whiskers and eyebrows
and cheekbones of wood.
I'm glad that I know
how this face grows
with sense of this youth in those eyes staring back at me
hope that this mirror don't lie bout my memory
Pneuma Soma Sarx
Spirit Body Flesh now
Is all we got left
I met some minds that soon taught me to be
unlike I had a right to or even conceive of.
This life I know
is not nearly my own
and shucks if that weight don't dissolve in that revelry
woke now so lo and behold all that majesty.
Days when the morning weighs more than the moon
are the days when the dawn wakes you up with the truth
that the light of day long since gave up it's patience
for those who want life to be tamed and so tenable
more to this life than just pain, brittle body, flesh.
Pneuma Soma Sarx
Spirit Body Flesh now
Is all we got left
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2. |
Back on Track
03:50
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We don't know what we want
and we cant be what we were no.
Even in the presence of these commons facts
we cant hang it
cos what we are
is opposite to home.
Missing those words I was
but they don't mean same things I thought
even in the visions of you coming back now
I've had enough
of being down
it's time to live our lives.
We can look at the moon its our moon
sunset don't mean it will never come back again no.
We know its not gone
fresh off the bus with my wounds
and everything is stuck in my pack
up on my back
hitting that track again
We know we're the lucky ones
'cos we don't grow without the sun shine.
Growing up amongst the stones, through concrete I climb
miles up
ain't high enough
to see your signal fire
shining
Belief is what I weave this rope these fibres from
but they say the same rope that pulls you up
sure hangs you
this sliding knot
that's tightening up
is not the knot I like
We can look at the moon its our moon
sunset don't mean it will never come back again no
We know its not gone.
Fresh off the bus with my wounds
and everything is stuck in my pack
up on my back
hitting that track
We can look at the moon its our moon
sunset don't mean it will never come back again no
We know its not gone.
Fresh off the bus with my wounds
and everything that I've ever had
is up on my back
hitting that track.
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3. |
Minute to Mourn
04:41
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Rose as she rows into the dark
Rows into the dark
Like a stone she thrown
into the dark
thrown into the dark
Ride the water
I cannot make it
Ride the water
I cannot make it oh
Ride the water
I cannot make my way back to the shore
The night it chewed them up and spat them out
it grew enough to know
each enough to drown them
Rose as she rows into the dark
Rows into the dark
Like a stone she thrown
into the dark
thrown into the dark
Andar na agua
nao concigo chegar
Andar na Agua
nao consigo chegar
Andar na agua
nao consigo chegar
a perda praia nao
The night it chewed them up and spat them out
it grew enough to know
each enough to drown them
out with thunderclaps and rolling mountains
it bore them to and fro
no beach but boiling foam
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