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Majesty
03:31
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I’ve seen it all before,
Carved canoes dancing blue waters.
It’s lucid and it’s true,
Savage woodlands leading up to.
The bamboo temples are,
Creeping up round the corner.
the sun is rising too,
this jungle’s bleeding through it’s only hue.
I’m ready and i’m free,
To open the doors of three.
I can’t see my past,
the road to grow recast.
I’ve seen it all before,
Carved canoes dancing blue waters.
It’s lucid and it’s true,
Savage woodlands leading up to.
The goddess mothers are,
Chanting me from a distance.
The dragon boats chant too
This voyage is to mothers hidden view.
I’m ready and i’m free
To find the temple in me.
I can’t see my past,
the road to grow recast.
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2. |
Jungle Birds
02:36
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In the afternoon sun
I’ll drink the water first.
Pour out the evening warmth
upon the jungle’s tongue.
Sing of the jungle birds
we call out through the months.
Call back sing till the
flowing waters fill our home.
Birds will come,
Birds will go too soon.
In the afternoon sun
I’ll drink the water first.
Brush off, wash all the skin
while under leaves and rain.
Sing of the jungle birds
we call out through the months.
Wake up pick up the fruits
and wander by our home.
Birds will go to the…
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3. |
Taboo Groves
02:46
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Deepest roots;
Desired change,
Dancing in our heads
We are to find our home.
These spirits;
Lets travel east,
Leave behind the
Weights of our society.
Flowers bloom;
The grass still grows,
Palm trees feed me
Memories of life before.
Rays of light;
Break through the leaves,
Diving into rivers
Made of sultry weaves.
These spirits;
The flames are lit,
Dancing round the fire
Glowing bayou pit.
Morning Mist;
Warm jungle shrine,
Underneath the canopy
Our thoughts divine.
Flowers bloom;
The past remains,
Palm trees feed me
Memories of life before.
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4. |
Majestic Fruit
03:02
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5. |
Anya
06:13
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Voodoo jungle flavours
for my fast.
Desirous to seek
my mystic past.
Savage idles blessed
these ancient coves.
Taken by taste
of coconut groves.
Why can’t we
learn to live outside?
How can we
sleep with open eyes?
In the wake of
my slumbered soul.
How will I
find my rooted shore?
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6. |
Gojira
04:44
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7. |
Rhama
05:00
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Bring me garlands
made of gold,
carried from the same temple
i was born.
(back to the time)
Wash my tongue
it’s taken by yours,
i can’t speak my mother.
Wish i learned it younger.
Burn my possessions
with a flame,
captured from the holy mountain in our plain.
(bring me the sun)
Golden sun
i’m waiting for you,
i can taste my blessing.
To take me to my real home.
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8. |
Sarangi
03:28
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Drink the grog,
it’s from the chosen one.
Drink it from my hands.
Drink it from my hands.
Praise you’ve come so far.
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9. |
Yuka
04:46
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Yuka;
Jungle shadows follow.
Down the stream,
You will find meaning.
Serpent;
Greeted by the water.
Rain pours down,
Canoe drifts deeply around.
Yuka;
Grow up grow up grow up!
From the sunshine
of your past.
Lotus;
Voyage to the unknown.
Down the stream,
you will find meaning.
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10. |
Mountain Man
05:39
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This sun is sweltering;
Rays of potency.
I need a blessing,
Ceremony!
Your sultry palms hang near;
Tropic fruits to eat.
I need a blessing,
Ceremony!
Palmetto trees to greet;
Rummage through the leaves.
I need a blessing,
Ceremony!
This sun is sweltering;
Rays of potency.
I need a blessing,
Ceremony!
Your sultry palms hang near;
Rejoice at the seams.
i need a blessing,
Ceremony!
Thirsty for meaning;
Love is potency.
I need a blessing,
Ceremony!
Forgotten poetry;
Curiosity.
I need a blessing,
Ceremony!
This sun is sweltering;
temple opening.
I've found my blessing,
Ceremony!
You’re mine!
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