ancient song

music written, recorded, and produced by pepetorias on 03.23.11

i will sing a song from the farthest island

where i have for always been hiding everything.

like the secret heartbeats of everything I’ve ever given life to,

like the whispering the leaves make under the breeze

when Mother Nature speaks to me,

but when you start speaking like that today they label one a loony, hippy,

say you just crazy. disconnected from reality.

all theory but no practicality,

and by that point i’ve gone tuned out,

and i’m not listening cause i refuse to be accomplice to any of this.

all theory and no practice,

i guess we’ll have to wait and see who’s really disconnected from reality,

but i’m not willing to sell me, and you can’t convince me about nature of the stupidity

about society’s decision-making

process. it simply makes no sense.

i will sing a song from the farthest island

in hopes that an alien planet will pick up the disturbance.

in hopes of finding some kind of balance

to all of the noise in the silence of my voice,

i will invoke some spirit folks from way before and times to come.

i will sing till we prevent, the whole of humanity don’t have to succumb,

and even if a rich powerful few are already too numb,

we can still make it new.

i will sing a song from the farthest island

in a silent whisper

like the ones that Mother Nature sang to me

when i laid my ear up against a tree

just to see if it would say anything if someone bothered listening,

but when you start speaking like that today they label one a loony, hippy.

say you just crazy. disconnected from reality.

 

we are blind to the tides of the times.

i mean, we will never find a reason to remain. remind

me of what’s the master plan. what vision are you offering?

and i’m wondering if our leaders realize towards where they’re leading us,

and how we follow along straight over the cliff.

i’m wondering, if

we realize if we’ve yet to open up our eyes.

perhaps, that’s why we’re so blind,

why for generations we created a system to leave millions behind.

why is it the past left clues for us to find?

why should i pay my dues just to be ordered back in the line?

it’s enough to make one numb, desensitized,

and i understand how folks lose their mind.

and if you give me a second i’ll share a moment of what it’s like

to be inside of mine,

and i’m still wondering if…

if we’ll follow the preacher politician up the hill towards the cliff,

i’m still wondering if…

if i speak so absurd, will my people understand or just label me a nerd?

and if i say i have more in common with e.e. cummings than biggie,

what would the whole rap community think of me?

i’m wondering if and it don’t even matter.

03.22.11

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