1. |
INQUIRY
00:58
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I have some questions
Can you answer them?
Why are you hiding?
Do you have a name?
Could you explain who you are?
And do you really see yourself like that?
Aren't you able to relate to me?
Hey,
Is everything alright?
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2. |
SOLARWINDS
01:32
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Outside, trees stood still
There was no wind and no stream
The clouds moved like ships
and the whole landscape
had the same mood
as an english bay
in the 1700s
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3. |
HURRICANE
02:29
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Everything was calm
The days were warm
In the sky, long-thin clouds
As they should announce:
This is the beginning
...but they didn't know
Ignorant about the present, unaware of the signs
Hurricane arrives
It took some time to gather all the destruction she caused
In any case, it was a mutual fact
For Mana too was a tropical storm
How many times have I grieved
Over the death my own deceits delusions
Trying to hold on to this illusion of realness,
instead all I got was a state of fearness
It took this long for me to see
we're not here on the right grounds
The pain has to complete its rounds
A chance to heal, to see and feel
Finally answer the damn question
"What the hell do you do?"
Nobody can live in someone else's truth
Been trying myself to find an answer
What you do, how you feel who you are has
Nothing to do with other people?
They try and make you live inside their lines
Fit in and survive
Don’t you care who controls
the ideals for your mind
You have: No autonomy
You’re reproducing the ideals for the colony
We better believe that we are capable
You better believe that you are capable
We better believe what we are
[It was just a dream]
We better believe that we are capable
You better believe that you are capable
We better believe what we are
[It was just a dream]
We are more
We are more, than they sell us for
(We are more than they sell us for)
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4. |
MOTUS
01:20
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5. |
LYING STONES
03:07
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Laying down on the floor
blue, purple and yellow.
On days when no music can relate
only silence translates.
While thoughts desperately try to find
a way
into processing.
As if, they were drowning
in the deepest of waters
struggling to reach surface.
The medicine is time.
Then, it comes.
The days when it flows again. Still in water, but following the stream
straight
to waterfalls.
Wildly moving along
as forceful and alive
and strong as nature itself.
Radiant and fresh
as new life
full and powered
with sunlight.
Breaking and restoring
emptying and fulfilling
everything.
Reaching
all that are
and all
who are
all at once.
Mana, Mana, Mana, Mana, Mana, Mana, Mana
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Bruna Cabral Essen, Germany
Drummer, percussionist, composer from Belém do Pará (Brazil). Based in Cologne, Germany.
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