Shamanic beats and a Gothic, ritualistic call to Rebirth, inflected with berimbau, didjeridu and meditative Spoken Word.
ambient
chill
poetry
spoken word
groove
trip hop
down tempo
lyrical
didjeridu
world
meditative
shamanic beats
Story behind the song
This is the Call to Life. A sense of feeling the immediacy of the moment of the purpose of one's journey here , in this age, and within the matrix of a culture that is going beyond the reference point of a need to draw on the Past in order to feed the Present. The sudden realization that there is so much more than suffering at the hands of self-imposed or chosen forms of loneliness, and the startling discovery of the vast riches of the Inner Landscape of the Self.
Lyrics
"Dreams , haunting desire, came easy through walls of wind,
on a bed of torn thorns, late, one night in the month of bearing.
One globe held within a celestial heaven of seven spheres, somewhere here so small ,
and like a time needing agents of dragonflies
from further places than knowing...
Invisible Universe, coming, leaping, ringing, impossibly,
behind the veil of all that is, surprisingly - real.
Us, what do we make in the late days of records?
History falls, grasping at bubbles for the thought of air,
seeking the fool for when laughter is ready,
the Prince and the Queen, the Princess and the King,
for the whole Court has amassed out beyond the Palace gates.
A journey is near, not to be failed,
going ripe, pleading to be made...
Simple the day comes, within shreds of Being,
blown silently from the body,
flapping gently in the still airs of all that came before."