Our words have been stolen
Hijacked from our hearts
Punched up and swollen
With Malice and part
Of our journey back home
Our descent back to loam
Is to reweave our words into sound
Music's the one solid ground
Enchantment in transit
To chant is to sing
The meanings we're handed
They're just passing things
So to take back our power
From the teetering towers
We can turn all our words back to sound
Music's the one solid ground
A message was said at the start of it all
Lower than language, a clarion call:
Incarnate relation,
The field of vibration...
Would you please turn my words back to sound
Music's the one solid ground
We're written all the pamphlets
And engaged in repartee
So now let's watch the sunset
And remember the good old ways
Our tongue are growing tired
The moment's slipping by
A whole world-ending fire
And hot air just blows it wild
Freedom's a word, true
But what does it mean?
The king of all virtues
And of Martin's dream
But when yours breaks the heart
Of this loving Earth's arc
Then I'll turn all your words back to sound
Music's the one solid ground
Don't take my word for it,
See for yourself
Try to ignore it,
But time always tells
Fee fi foe fum
Or something as dumb
You can watch as the words turn to sound
Music's the one solid ground
I want you sing out a word that you love
Dig in and bring out the deep well you're of
Cuz when you vibrate
In your true present state
You can feel all your words turn to sound
Music's the one solid ground
Do it with me now
Feel the words and how
With the meanness they can mean
They can trap you in the dream
But not if you know
And you live life to show
That everything grows
And to define's to dispose
And it's fine, I suppose,
To get stuck in the throes
Of the boxes and rows
But this chapter will close
When we've finally found
That words are just sounds
And music, sweet music
Is the one solid ground
I can hear you
By myself
That ancient well
Never changing
Sometime feels strange and
Sometime rearranging
All the letters that spell all of our names
Then I remember
That everything is change
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Our words have been stolen
Hijacked from our hearts
Punched up and swollen
With Malice and part
Of our journey back home
Our descent back to loam
Is to reweave our words into sound
Music's the one solid ground
Enchantment in transit
To chant is to sing
The meanings we're handed
They're just passing things
So to take back our power
From the teetering towers
We can turn all our words back to sound
Music's the one solid ground
A message was said at the start of it all
Lower than language, a clarion call:
Incarnate relation,
The field of vibration...
Would you please turn my words back to sound
Music's the one solid ground
We're written all the pamphlets
And engaged in repartee
So now let's watch the sunset
And remember the good old ways
Our tongue are growing tired
The moment's slipping by
A whole world-ending fire
And hot air just blows it wild
Freedom's a word, true
But what does it mean?
The king of all virtues
And of Martin's dream
But when yours breaks the heart
Of this loving Earth's arc
Then I'll turn all your words back to sound
Music's the one solid ground
Don't take my word for it,
See for yourself
Try to ignore it,
But time always tells
Fee fi foe fum
Or something as dumb
You can watch as the words turn to sound
Music's the one solid ground
I want you sing out a word that you love
Dig in and bring out the deep well you're of
Cuz when you vibrate
In your true present state
You can feel all your words turn to sound
Music's the one solid ground
Do it with me now
Feel the words and how
With the meanness they can mean
They can trap you in the dream
But not if you know
And you live life to show
That everything grows
And to define's to dispose
And it's fine, I suppose,
To get stuck in the throes
Of the boxes and rows
But this chapter will close
When we've finally found
That words are just sounds
And music, sweet music
Is the one solid ground
I can hear you
By myself
That ancient well
Never changing
Sometime feels strange and
Sometime rearranging
All the letters that spell all of our names
Then I remember
That everything is change
Hijacked from our hearts
Punched up and swollen
With Malice and part
Of our journey back home
Our descent back to loam
Is to reweave our words into sound
Music's the one solid ground
Enchantment in transit
To chant is to sing
The meanings we're handed
They're just passing things
So to take back our power
From the teetering towers
We can turn all our words back to sound
Music's the one solid ground
A message was said at the start of it all
Lower than language, a clarion call:
Incarnate relation,
The field of vibration...
Would you please turn my words back to sound
Music's the one solid ground
We're written all the pamphlets
And engaged in repartee
So now let's watch the sunset
And remember the good old ways
Our tongue are growing tired
The moment's slipping by
A whole world-ending fire
And hot air just blows it wild
Freedom's a word, true
But what does it mean?
The king of all virtues
And of Martin's dream
But when yours breaks the heart
Of this loving Earth's arc
Then I'll turn all your words back to sound
Music's the one solid ground
Don't take my word for it,
See for yourself
Try to ignore it,
But time always tells
Fee fi foe fum
Or something as dumb
You can watch as the words turn to sound
Music's the one solid ground
I want you sing out a word that you love
Dig in and bring out the deep well you're of
Cuz when you vibrate
In your true present state
You can feel all your words turn to sound
Music's the one solid ground
Do it with me now
Feel the words and how
With the meanness they can mean
They can trap you in the dream
But not if you know
And you live life to show
That everything grows
And to define's to dispose
And it's fine, I suppose,
To get stuck in the throes
Of the boxes and rows
But this chapter will close
When we've finally found
That words are just sounds
And music, sweet music
Is the one solid ground
I can hear you
By myself
That ancient well
Never changing
Sometime feels strange and
Sometime rearranging
All the letters that spell all of our names
Then I remember
That everything is change
Writer: Heavy Meadow
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