Got this song in from the ether yesterday. It’s got a bit of a bluesy feel to it and I can’t wait to see what Jamie’s guitar and vocals and Josh’s thunderdrums add to the mix. Inspired by Tribe.
You find your tribe on the open mountains
the avalanches buried under the sea
you find your story happen just like you wrote it
down to the details of your wildest dreams
And all the nails of this material coffin
turn into feathers on a talking bird
Your soul is lifted to another dimension
Hang in their baby, this might hurt
(chorus)
The Tower is close
You are wired to the fold
you have walked into the void
of the darkest night of the soul
and you are gold
The souls around you carry a lamplight
Gather together when it looks like rain
Everyone knows that the Big One’s comin’
Everyone knows you gotta hop that train
And take a lesson from the Buddha sipping wine
Take a lesson from the rolling plains
Let the stars read you their novel
and learn to meditate when you’re in pain
The Tower is close
You are wired to the fold
you have walked into the void
of the darkest night of the soul
and you are gold
when I was sixteen, I dreamed
I’d tried to cut my arms open
and they put me in a cabin in the woods
all alone
and the doorbell rang, it was the Author
of All Things, he said,
“You got one story to write
before you’re gone,
And you’re not gone
Wake up and be done
Shatter your imprints, impliments of torture
on the rock of Truth.”
In these dirty streets, empty of leaves
Remember the Rose that grows up through concrete
And the spell of urban gypsies
weaving the night air into tapestries
of indigo kids
fighting their way home
The Tower is close
You are wiser than you know
you have walked into the void
of the darkest night of the soul
and you are gold
