AhniDjimme: Recent Episodes
Ahni djimme
Pop Reggae song about Freedom, with guitar, cello... Lyrics : Freedom is in the mind, the sole ruler of which is, no one but yourself.
Freedom is our most precious possession, expression.
Fear is a prison, avidity a swamp And ignorance is a moonless night. It is easy to take liberty for granted when it has never been taken from you.
Re-examine all that you have been told… And dismiss that which insults your soul.
By dint of attachment you bound yourself. By force of free thoughts, you’ll release yourself.
The first step is to control yourself. No man is free who is not master of himself. Education and examination make the stairs to freedom. To understand is to be free. The truth will set you free.
Only fools revere their bounds. Let go, oh let go, of the baggage you’re dragging around. Bury them, in the ground.
One’s freedom stops where another’s begin. Live and let live, Your freedom, you use it or loose it.
Everything and everyone depends on something or someone else. All life depends on causes.
All freedom is a freedom from something, which can be anything. In the realm of causality, there is no absolute.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds.
For what avail to plough or sail, or land or life, if freedom fails, so does our responsibility.
Any fool can make a rule and any fool will mind it. Think for yourself and let them all do the same. Embrace freedom of thoughts.
On the other side of the river of fears and illusions lie the shores of the land of freedom. Tame birds sing of it, wild birds fly to it.
Do not give up essential liberty for temporary security.
Oh come, come wisdom, come Freedom. Live free or let dry your bones. Equanimity deliver me, Your will is free, write your own story.
Cultivate freedom of thought before demanding freedom of speech.
All addiction depends on habits. here is the robber of our free will.
Don’t claim freedom, practice it. it cannot be bestowed but must be achieved
Only fools revere their bounds. Let go, oh let go, of the baggage you’re dragging around.
Energetic pop song, with guitar, cellos pizzicato, about focus, attention. Lyrics : As the rays of the sun burn when passing through a magnifying glass, So does our every thoughts when we concentrate. Whatever you do or go through, you should pay attention. Our indifference will make all it touches meaningless.
Just like a fire, consciousness is covered by the smoke of desire, by the ash of theories. All the fears you don’t face become your chains, Your worries, your restraints. They’ll drag you away from your aims
Against indifference, Love and hate don’t stand a chance. As sun melts ice, awareness melts ignorance. Success is an iceberg, with many a subscriber, Make the here and now the focus of your life.
Everyone lives downstream from someone else. Lose yourself in the moment. Free yourself from distractions. Focus on what’s important and make it the most urgent.
Paying close attention to something makes it a whole world in itself. The objects of our attention leave their footprints in our minds. Concentration is the process of silencing irrelevant noise.
Strive for simplicity, Strive for felicity, Strive for humanity and its unity. The further back you look, the further forward you see. Happily hack away at the unessential.
Too much sugar leads to a heavy body, too many distractions makes a mind as heavy. Knowing what to leave out Is just as important as knowing what to concentrate on, on, on, on…
Success is an iceberg, with many a subscriber, Luck is shallow, cause an effect is deep.
Focus is the foetus of genius. No disturbance can oppose singleness of purpose.
Appreciation attracts more positivity. Unclutter your mind you’ll find serenity.
Where focus goes, energy flows and disturbances disappear. Know your fear, tame your fear, leave your fear, have no fear.
Just like an embryo, wisdom grows deep within The tomb of distraction, the womb of attention.
Just like a mirror, the mind is obscured by the dust of duality, by the mist of vanity.
Electro Pop song about gratitude with chorus and orchestra.
Lyrics, Gratitude changes the pangs of memory into a tranquil joy filled with energy
It’s a love renewed, --Years of love have been forgotten, In your solitude --in the hatred of a minute.
Love all, trust a few but do wrong to none. We are all but one people living, under the sun
Most of the time we blindly overrate ourselves, and almost always underrate others.
So much has been, already given to me. In the most exquisite form of courtesy.
Gratitude turns what we have into enough. It’s a light in the night when winds are rough.
So give to all cheerfully, --love people, use things And accept everything gratefully. --not the contrary
Let me love you a little more before you’re not little anymore.
Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it kills your enemies
Don’t waste your time being angry or envious. Whatever happens, happens for a reason.
--Willful waste makes woeful want, Wisdom has its roots in goodness. --Harmful taste Wisdom starts from a caring heart. --makes for a bitter life Meditation is a fire in darkness, --A little kindness Sorrows flee the grateful heart. --from person to person There’s no entitlement, --is better than only the path of gratitude. --a vast love for humankind. Don’t take anything for granted. --As medicine heals Hunger and greed, are bottomless pits. --from diseases There is no end to longing. -wisdom frees Impermanent things cannot be retained
The vision that you glorify in your mind, the ideal that you enthrone in your heart, -- this you will build your life by, this you will become, And come undone, So bask in the sun, For everyone.
Mellow pop latin music, guitar, piano, about impermanence, blame lyrics : Nothing remains the same. Today’s mighty oak is yesterday’s nut. If we don’t change, we don’t grow. Let water change into snow.
Life is like a great river. Don’t try to resist its change She is a generous giver When you flow along its range,
Life strive for persistence in a world of impermanence, in the universe broad expanse, She strive against her ignorance.
Everything you take for granted today, was once revolutionary. Everyday our life change its ways. Only the dead remains stationary.
Life’s too short to register wrongs, You’ll be dead and gone before long So stop complaining and just move on, burry your blames in the ground.
All progress requires change, but not all changes bear progress. Life is about the path trodden on. While the ball keeps rolling down.
If we want things to stay as they are, things will definitely have to change. Even if you can’t direct the wind you can always adjust the sails.
you can change the world, you can change yourself, let your sails unfurl in the wind.
In every end there’s a new beginning. In every life, There’s a light shining.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a pleasant gift, And That is why it’s called the present.
Life’s too short to register wrongs, You’ll be dead and gone before long So stop complaining and just move on, burry your blames in the ground.
Taking for good what is bad and for bad what is good. The gross ignorance of the first ages of humanity is the obscurity we all come from what we do now is what we’ll become.
You can’t do everything but you can do anything.
To acquire knowledge, one must study and speak. But To acquire wisdom, one must look and listen.
It is costly not to learn. It is dreary not to discern, Clearly you need to listen And get wiser in return. We should follow the knowledge of what is, with imagination of what could be
Pleasure and taste can be learned and improved. Learn to love and love to learn.
Of those who claim to be teachers of others many need instructions themselves. one should Learn to think, never what to think. But We best learn by doing.
The clock of life is wound but once And no man has the power To tell just when the hands will stop At late or early hour.
I’m a night crawling cat, not a bone fetching dog. I roam around at will my freedom is my life
Now is the only time you own Live, love, toil with a will Place no faith in tomorrow, for The clock may then be still.
If there’s one thing i know, it’s that i know nothing. The wise learns from everyone and everything.
Our history teaches Through the life of others That The only real mistake is to do nothing.
The engines of progress are the habits we seed, believe in your dreams, and follow where they lead. But Don’t Believe anything unless it agrees with your own reason.
The calmer, the wiser. You can never tell where the chain of causality ends.
All that is gold does not glitter
He who lives in harmony with himself, lives in harmony with the universe. Take your time, life is not a fast lane between cradle and grave.
Life is like a candle burning in the wind. But stars are fires in the skies.
A love of learning, A taste for the new, A propensity to challenge yourself
I’m stuck on this land, Where’s there blood on my hands I’m stuck where I stand, But there’s no one to blame
Couldn’t move then And remove them, Couldn’t choose then, And soothe them
I am talking to you, Tipping the top of my head, Pop and peeping at the clock Sitting on top of my bed
I love you and I owe you I admire you and adore you
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty,
All the succession of men, during the centuries, is like a single man, still living and still learning.
Knowing others is wisdom but knowing yourself is enlightenment.
Who would be constant In happiness or wisdom must often change his life and his views Learning sometimes sleeps’n snores in libraries, but awakening, stirs everywhere.
All that is gold does not glitter. All that is old does not wither. Even if words of wisdom might appear common, they shine when you take them on.
I’ll kiss your memory As though you were still here I’ll hold your energy Until you reappear
Better be wise in your betterment Be not fooled by your sentiments It would be in the detriment, Of your ongoing improvement
They were looping and looping In a mind of their own They were whooping and whooping, Going round and around.
In a while, In a while, I know you’ll come down, And set me free.
I can see that the thunder Is above me, I can feel the subtle rain pouring Down on me
from the sky, from the sky, I know you’ll come down And set me free
Short mellow piano song from Alexander Pope's poem, with piano, saxo, guitar. Lyrics : A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fired at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of Arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind;
But more advanced, behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless science rise! So pleased at first the towering Alps we try, Mount over the vales, and seem to tread the sky,
The eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last; But, those attained, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthened way,
The increasing prospects tire our wandering eyes, Hills peep over hills, and Alps on Alps arise!"
pop reggae song about patience, persistence with guitar, piano... lyrics : Better try and fail, than fail to try, and i’ll get by, by do or die. and at the end of the day, i'll try again another way.
Patience will defeat any foe. as the sun will melt the snow. For failure, if you’re clever, makes you better, never bitter.
No hurries, the rivers know, we’ll reach the sea to which we flow. For every tiny drop of rain, one drop at a time, will drain, and wear down, the highest mountain, down, to a flat open plain.
We don’t need no holy wars, nor self-righteousness avatars. i’ll ride the waves of calamity, face the flood of adversity,
come what may, don’t delay, tomorrow is a brand new day. there is no horizon too far in persistence, my good old car.
toleration is good for all or it is good for none. Time stand still, and bid my will. i will not spill an instant’s thrill. life’s a mill, and grains it swills, oh, me, it kills. but it’s birth’s bill.
Poetic, rhythmic, folk song about the sea, ephemeral things and a traveler, with mostly guitar and bass.
lyrics : The tide rises, the tide falls, The sea cries, as the night calls, The waves of the light are ephemeral, But so is the height of the shoal; Why do I fight for things so material? They’re all so slight, yet so imperial.
The twilight darkens, the sun is wounded The traveler hastens to reach higher ground, Along the sea-sands cold damped gown He rushes in land, for a little mound And the tide rises, the tide falls, Catching up to its prize, slowed to a crawl
The darkness settles on roofs and walls, Regardless of the starry shawl The little waves, with their subtle hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls, Nothing is erased once and for all.
Too sleep prone to understand How the unknown, deeply transcends The "what we know" of here and now: The traveler’s dream of a future's how; And the tide rises, the tide falls, For things long gone, no one can recall.
You see things; and you say, 'Why?' And in all things you believe your eyes. But dreams are things that never were; So can’t you say: "Why not?" See how you fare. And the tide rises, the tide falls, Then returns the traveler to the shore
Chanson folk, poétique, guitare, piano. Paroles : Quand le paysan sème, et qu'il creuse la terre, Il ne voit que son grain, ses bœufs et son sillon. — La nature en silence accomplit le mystère, — Couché sur sa charrue, il attend sa moisson.
Quand sa femme, en rentrant le soir, à sa chaumière, Lui dit : « Je suis enceinte », — il attend son enfant. Quand il voit que la mort va saisir son vieux père, Il s'assoit sur le pied de la couche, et l'attend.
Que savons-nous de plus ?... et la sagesse humaine, Qu'a-t-elle découvert de plus dans son domaine ? Sur ce large univers elle a, dit-on, marché ; Et voilà cinq mille ans qu'elle a toujours cherché !
Alors que sur les monts l'ombre s'est abaissée, Des jours qui ne sont plus s'éveille la pensée ; Le temps fuit plus rapide, il entraîne sans bruit Le cortège léger des heures de la nuit.
Un songe consolant rend au cœur solitaire Tous les biens qui jadis l'attachaient à la terre, Ses premiers sentiments et ses premiers amis, Et les jours de bonheur qui lui furent promis.
Quand on est sur la terre étendu sans bouger, Le ciel paraît plus haut, sa splendeur plus sereine ; On aime à voir, au gré d'une insensible haleine, Dans l'air sublime fuir un nuage léger ;
Tel change incessamment mon être avec mon âge ; Je ne suis qu'un soupir animant un nuage, Puis, la nuit vient, gazant sous ses voiles bénis Et je vais disparaître, épars dans l'infini.
Uplifting reggae song about happiness with accordeon, guitar, piano...
Lyrics : what we think, we become. Life is always moving toward something.
Health is the greatest gift, contentment the greatest wealth.
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree. Live for today, hope for tomorrow. Happiness is not something you postpone for the future.
when harboring angry feelings, one's mind knows no peace
Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.
As one candle can light a thousand Happiness never decreases by being shared.
It's not how much we have but how much we enjoy that makes a happy mind and a life worthwhile.
Mellow latin song about cats and herons, unity, fools, despot... guitar, piano.
Lyrics : Leaping at foes impetuously is the telltale sign of a fool. By fighting with the butter lamp does a fly become a hero ?
Some are known to achieve things through talking; Others silently pursue their objectives. A mean dog barks at the enemy; Cats and herons silently ambush their prey.
A despot who has been appointed ruler, A house with a damaged top floor, And a mountain crest that is very unstable, Living under such conditions is always fearsome.
Those always seeking to instigate disunity Will split apart even the closest of friends. When continually worn away by water, Will cracks not occur even in rock ?
Mellow and fast, Piano, pop song about peace, war, cowards, wisdom... Lyrics : Peace is a journey of a thousand
miles
The excellents observe their own faults, while the coarse seek faults in others. Peacocks attend to their own form, While owls hoot bad omens to others.
The things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us.
Sensual talk of the weak minded, magnificent but dull witted horses, Swords that fall on the battleground : It's unsure whose allies these will be.
At the time of discussion, cowards are dauntless; and when they have to work they become ill; when charging, they terrify all but foes, and toss their weapons into the enemy's hand.
Faithful weapons against all enemies are patience and time. Ignorance has always been the weapon of tyrants; Education and enlightenment the salvation of the free
Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows. The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war.
Peace is a journey of a thousand miles it must be taken one step at a time. An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind.
Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay. Those who are free of resentful thoughts surely find serenity.
Spiritual, bouncy fast Reggae song about happiness, ignorance, bad people, with acoustic guitar, cello. Lyrics : Bad monkey
Things that the great achieve with effort, Bad people destroy in an instant. Crops for which farmers toil months and years, Hailstorms destroy in an instant.
Bad people attribute to others faults they themselves possess. Crows smear their filthy beaks over other clean places.
Those who gain food and riches from wrong livelihood, criticize those who are wise but poor. Old monkeys, when they behold human beings, burst out laughing and say, "Look, they have no tails!"
Hoof prints are easily filled with water, small treasuries are easily stocked with wealth, small fields are easily planted with seeds, and small minds are easily contented with knowledge.
While the ignorants are wishing for happiness, Their deeds bring them only suffering. Some people possessed by evil spirits are seen to commit suicide to ease their pain.
Though we desire to be happy, in our ignorance We destroy happiness as if we were our own enemy.
Mellow, peaceful, spiritual, pop song about noble people, wisdom, with piano and bells. Lyrics : Serenity is the sign of wisdom; a lack of delusion is the sign of meditation. Noble and ordinary people may receive help equally, but their gratitude in response is not the same. Seeds make no difference to the fields, yet there are vast differences in crops.
when assistance is given to extraordinary people, there are fruitful results even if help is slight.
Good ancestral lineage is protected by proper conduct, but when behavior degenerates, ancestry becomes irrelevant. People appreciate the fragrance of white sandalwood, but who can be interested in its ashes?
If wisdom were on sale in the open market, the fools would not even ask its price. Though wisdom cannot be gotten for gold, still less can be gotten without it.
We can be knowledgeable with other men's knowledge, but we cannot be wise with other men's wisdom.
Some folks are wise, some otherwise. Wisdom does not come with age. Age just shows up all by itself. Where sense is wanting, everything is wanting.
Noble people, even when living far away, care for their friends by helping from distance. The buildup of great heavy clouds in the sky makes the earth's crops yield a rich harvest.
playful, exuberant, Indian, african, tibetan, thai, bossa nova song about change, with flute, guitar and a lot of ethnic choirs and instruments Lyrics : Believe in the impossible, all you can learn will change and keep changing until the impossible becomes reality.
You only see what your mind wants you to see. So if you change your mind, you change your reality.
Change your opinions and keep to your principles; change your leaves but keep intact your roots.
Sit and watch the leaves change colour and fall from the tree. they're like the change in our lives, the colours of our emotions. As gentle as they fall, so should you behave yourself, as this chapter ends and the next begins
Swinging, naive, childish song in french, from a fairy tale with an ant and a cicada about egoism, laziness, carelssness with acoustic guitar, piano. Lyrics : La cigale ayant chanté Tout l'été, Se trouva fort dépourvue Quand la bise fut venue. Pas un seul petit morceau De mouche ou de vermisseau. Elle alla crier famine Chez la Fourmi sa voisine, La priant de lui prêter Quelque grain pour subsister Jusqu'à la saison nouvelle. Je vous paierai, lui dit-elle, Avant l’août, foi d'animal, Intérêt et principal. La Fourmi n'est pas prêteuse, C'est là son moindre défaut. Que faisiez-vous au temps chaud ? Dit-elle à cette emprunteuse. Nuit et jour à tout venant, Je chantais, n'en vous déplaise. Vous chantiez ? j'en suis fort aise, Eh bien! dansez maintenant.
Poetic, philosophical, bouncy dance pop reggae song about wisdom, behaviour, ethics, with choirs and coffee cans music box Lyrics : The wise who nourish a treasury of good qualities gather to themselves precious good advice. The great ocean's a treasury of rivers to which all running waters descend.
People may or may not be knowledgeable, but the wise are judicious in what to do or avoid. A magnetic stone is able to extract iron filings that are mixed in with dust.
The lotus in the water quivers for what reason ? A bee enters then the sun sets : wings of trapped desire vibrate.
When offensive talk creates quarrels, The wise skillfully restore harmony. The river's turbulence muddies the water, But the sparkling jewel purifies it.
When the very wise become destitute their intelligence grows even stronger. when the king of beasts gets very hungry it swiftly attacks the elephant's head.
The wise can eradicate faults, But the foolish can't The garuda can kill poisonous snakes, but the crows cannot.
Until the learned are thoroughly questioned, their depth cannot be really assessed. Until a drum is beaten by drumsticks, Its distinction from others is unknown.
A single wise person who has developed all good qualities illumines the earth. But the mean spirited, like far away stars, even when many, cannot illuminate.
If a problem has a remedy why worry at all about it? And If it has no remedy what is the use of worrying ?
howsoever the wise be destitute, They do not take the path of fools. Even if thirsty, birds who crave rain will not drink water fallen to the ground.
Even if the wise are deceived, they're not confused about what they do. Although the little ants are sightless, they are speedier than some beast with eyes.
Skilled in good advice, the wise know, but foolish people do not. When the radiance of the sun appears, owls suddenly become blind.
Bouncy, joyous, reggae song about wisdom, virtue, contentment, with acoustic guitar, cello Lyrics : If you are a talented man, Everyone gathers around A scented flower, though far distant, Attracts a cloud of swarming bees.
The wise, studying, suffers pain; Without exertion, there's no wisdom and He that clings to small pleasures Can never reach inner peace.
The ocean is never too full of water. The king's treasury never too full of money. One is never satisfied with enjoyments. Wise men overflow with elegant sayings.
Even from children, Wise men hear fine sayings. For the sweet scent, The navel of a musk deer must be opened.
It is always by excellent men That good qualities are praised the most. The scent of sandalwood is diffused by the wind Into the ten corners of the world.
When men are injured by a wicked ruler, Then will they remember a virtuous one. They that suffer a malignant fever Think only of drinking cool water.
Even in decline, a virtuous man Increases the beauty of his behaviour. A burning stick, though turned to the ground, Has its flame always drawn upwards.
A king is great only in his dominions, While a virtuous man 's respected everywhere A flower is beautiful for a day, But a gem is everywhere esteemed.
A hen at rest lays many eggs. A peacock, when still, has a handsome tail. As a gentle horse run at a swift pace. Quietness is the sign of the sage.
gentle, mellow, piano pop song about freedom, mind... Lyrics : The caged bird sings of freedom but stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
The free bird thinks of another breeze he roams as free as the wind and fly on a current of air soft through the sighing trees
I was a prisoner in my own treasure-house. It was I, who forged this chain I thought power would hold the world captive Thus night and day I worked at the chain and when the links were finally complete I found that it had me in its grip
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever causes may be For my unconquerable mind. I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my life. So the menace of the years shall find me, unafraid.
Of old sat freedom on the heights, Her open eyes staring at the truth. Turning to scorn with lips divine The falsehood of all extremes
Liberty Tree, the fame of your fruits draws the people around, But the dark mist of ignorance are uniting amain They seek out our peaceable shore to cut down this guardian of ours; So let the far and the near, all unite with a cheer, In defence of our liberty tree
Cure for freedom's harms is freedom still. A prison gets to be a friend Out of itself it just pretends Slaves who caught the strain Should throb until they snapped theirs chains.
Reggae Folk song with Piano and Guitar about solitude, nature, meditation. Mood : Bouncy, introspective, spiritual, poetic. Lyrics : The bliss of solitude I wander as lonely as a cloud That floats on high over valleys and hills happy the men, content to just breathe air whom in pensive mood, tries his inward eyes Who let in his lonely heart the bliss of solitude whom like the daffodils dance in the breeze who will find the time to slide softly away and under the shade of the tree train his gaze Whom does find his pleasure in meditation Healthful in his body, and peaceful in his mind Thus let me live in peace, unseen and unknown Feel wholly unconcerned by the mundane All gay without, all glad within as in a dream, i stand and gaze And thus unlamented please let me die Not even the stones to know where i lie as i lay below the vaulted sky Into the living sea of waking dreams there is no sense of loss nor gain we never tire of looking at each other the mountain and i What i am none care or knows I am the consumer of my woes
a song about children, aging, death, birth. Lyrics: Children of the mist
Merrily, merrily, i sat down Under the blossom of impermanent trees that hang high like a luminous crown over the head of my little one
Man growing old becomes a child again and loose clarity every now and then So I swing my crib and sing to my babe the song of freedom from suffering
Silent and amaze as i was a little boy, i had to shut my eyes in fear when i heard those dreadful noises
But When i'll be strong enough to do all the things i want right then I will fly over to the angel side of clouds
Even though we live free Even though we live long real wisdom we desist as we are children of the mist
There is an animal quite irrational every time he sees red he tries to fly out of our head
All this honesty in our progeny All the loyalty in my sweet baby
We did misbehaved but we were innocent When we forgave all wrongs done instantly
Your hear the cries, of your baby, cries And you can't seem to stop their tears I wonder if sorrow really follows our years or does it just sits in our deepest fears
Your old earth is very dreary Our young feet are very weak Just a few paces and we are weary Old man our grave rest far to seek.
Even though they are small Even though they are weak these little children are the future of men
As the night is cold, as the night is wild the old man's tomorrow is lost in long ago
True, it may happen that we die before our time But if you listen close the dead never cries
Leaning their pretty heads on their mother's breast young birds happily chirp in their nest
In your heart the crabs will play :) Lyrics : Dead man sea
Come not, when I am dead, To drop your foolish tears upon my grave, To trample around on my fallen head, And vex the dust you would not save. There let the wind sweep and the swallow cry While you, you go by.
Man help me! save I take my part Of danger on the roaring sea, A devil rises in my heart, Far worse than any death to me.
The sailor men will come again Just wait until the summer rain So you will never lie alone Under your still and sullen stone.
In the sultry garden-squares, I hear the flute-notes start to wear, I hear the speech of the doctrinaire As when a hawker hawks his wares.
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope, Hop and goes to the haven bar, And reach'd the ship and caught the rope, Whistled in sip to the morning star.
And while he whistled long and loud He heard a fierce mermaiden cry, "O boy, though you are young and proud, I see the place where you will lie."
"The sands and misty tidal mix In caves about the dreary bay, And on your ribs the limpet sticks, And in your heart the crabs will play."
I leave the dreaming world below Here the wind won't cease to blow My sighs are wasted in the air I shall climb the heavenly stairs
On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye Time bears my soul into the waste Even the stars know my distress.
As my heart stands substanceless his rays pass through the other side So swiftly, that they won't abide But loose themselves in utter emptiness half light half shadow, my spirit sleep None had love, who never knew to weep.
All abound in the serene land, wraped around the wise in men, all ascends to the grand in sense, in a solitary den.
He came by to live in a thrill, then went back to die in a war, they came by to win dollars bills then went back to die on the floor.
How can a litlle man intervene, in a bubbling hallowen He ran a whittle van in the wind in a crumbling adrenaline.
it's a long wait for a thing, and you're stuck and wandering, it's a song made for the kings that took no bait or cling
in the flaunted manners of the vein, they belong near the monkeys and their ebb, unwanted lovers of the lame, get along, they're the junkies of the web,
pray for me to get away, from the spittle of the men, that wait for me to come astray, from the little way of zen,
Hop on, the water mill, that run on a freedom will take on the power drill, that drill on the block of ill.
Sounds of peril in the wheel bounce around the automobil, that wrong and kill, the one in the deal to not renounce the rounds of the wheel
talk about of modern man, the come about of a backup plan, look around in a shallow bent shook abound in a hollow dent
come back on the whooping crane slum jack of a little win, pump sap of a basal vein to jump back in the never strain
hollow lane and hallow reign, the domineer is on wane, the shallow gain and shadow slained the marketeer is on strain.
Tell your lama when the bitter karma's gone insane
I got to , to swing strong on the wrong i got, i got to, to think long on the pangs.
Begin by the plan where all the clans are uniting,
I got to pin point the villain, i got, i got to, pin point the mundane
hurl in the wane of the midnight sun and curl in the den of the Baghavan,
color rainbow, muller bellow, taller than the fall of modern man
all along the bay of hong kong, all day long they sang the swan song
they went in the bus and never came back oh they went in a fuss over carpet tack
so long, my calm, just a lifelong work song, got to tell my sweet hon' got to sell my beat bomb
oh Long gone, my precious stone,
got to condone my crazy bones... oh faintaing are all the candy cane, i've been suckin tied to my the golden chain,
Blue sky, to die, just an ally, too tight, oh cold mine, i wish to combine the blood lines, along the battle lines.
talk about the fame or the blame, and walk alike in the hunger strike. the hawk is tied to the nothern pike on a little rock on a rolling stoke
Me scounting into santiago, marking the vices that the peasant show Mourning the ice and the laminar flow, of all the banging bouncy fancy frost snow
put a man down the bother lane, he comes around, the other end, in a boom town of proper sin, who has undergone the ball and chain
they love to foul away, hey, hey abreast of the foul play, may, they and shouting on the budding, sing, sing... the bee sting as on a fling, bling, bling...