Here I am. I don’t know why.
I don’t know where is really here,
Nor even know: who really am I?
But I sense this’s good, and I have no fear.
And, yes! I’m handwriting, handwriting a letter
cause a letter allows you to adjust the pace,
and gives you the time to think the things better.
I mean, I was sick of so many beats,
Was sick of the rush, of so many needs,
Dude! I was screwed up!
Oh, I got so tired.
And getting away from all of this crap
I lost my way out,
I fell into the fire
But, man, now I think it was good that I fell
Here I started to wake up again,
I began to breath, I began to smell,
Now I can taste the wood in the wine,
and I hear lots of sounds,
and don’t care about time…
I walk through the vineyards. I climb up the hills.
I lie down and nap, in the shade of the trees.
I read and I write, and I listen and think
Of how to make our world a good place to live.
Mornings are shine, and evenings are calm.
There are fresh leaves and green all outside,
and warm croissants and homemade food inside.
And the days go by,
healing my soul and healing my mind.
(Ain’t no where, ain’t no time,…
ain’t no chains that bind you to the past)
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NoWHere
Music & Lyrics: Jor Baldwing
I like to go bathing to the pools of the streams,
Bathing in balls makes me feel free!!
I liked to bath always in the same hidden place,
But I just realized that this cannot be,
The place is alike, but never the same.
It’s always new water, all things around change.
But, man, I don’t worry, just like the streams do.
They don’t give a shit about where they head to.
All in good time will come, you be sure,
But meanwhile they enjoy, have a fucking great time,
Giggling and leaping, and making things bright.
And, hey, you know what? I feel now like the streams
Kind of like one that comes to a small pond,
and rest for a while, no matter how long,
seeing things in a way like they were in a song,
All the small things that always were there,
How can it be that I wasn’t aware!
Why are we so fucking blind
that our lives pass along,
complaining all the time,
and not seeing at all
how great is the world
And people’s real souls?
I don’t know my friend,
but I think that being here,
Is not just by chance,
And I’m sure that this sense
Is not more mind crap.
I miss people, my bros, miss my old fellas,
I miss all of you and going out round together.
But I have to be where, with no doubt is better.
This is this “nowhere”, this is drinking this beer,
Cause this is right “now” and this is right “here”.
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