What's become of me
I'm movin' up to higher ground
In the city, you can't see the stars
mistaking street lights for the heaven's
but I used to drive out onto gravel roads
lay down on the hood of my car
and watch star after star fall and disappear
In the city, a different kind of star falls here
Satellite projects the life of my sound
rotate, my mind moves around
Survey my surrounding solar system
Life is the ride, living is the mission
Lights above dangle and glisten
Distort my sight, blurry vision
Blind, I develop my ears to listen
Time is a gift, so little given
Form disintegrates, my image faded
Eyes not important when vision is jaded
Taken, abducted, disappear suddenly
What happened to my life, what's become of me?
Spirit invisible, echo eclipsing
Body falls away, slowly drifting
Shape loses weight, universe shifting
Rise to the light, weightless lifting
Minuscule am I
Track Name: Dynamite
In the Journal of light
I write Psalms in my Palms
With my Queen and my daughter
Painted onto my arms
At the pearly gates of heaven
gave a pound to the guard
the only reason I exist
is just the blessing of Jah (God)
It’s like Nichrome
making the resistance of electrons
Flow produces heat like Nickel Chromium
Never dark adaption
Faint sources of light
as my pupils become larger
tunnel is vision is their sight (tunnel vision is the only sight)
You may not pervade the universe
or oppose the tendency for
Clusters of Nebula
Golden Comets that pour
Elliptical Dwarf Nova Terrifical
Divine as the heavens
Ecliptic orbit the sun
I am the motion in the center of the Cypher
Stray Bullets of mental hit your charade
From my temples
Disk Shaped like a miracle
Queen Sung it best
Track Name: Utopia
Why should the sound of my voice become words?
Words are not enough.
Do you think words are enough to tell how we feel?
Do you really believe the alphabet is a mean to express your deepest feelings? 26 letters?
Not only have we got a mouth but we also have a nose, a couple of eyes, hands as well as ears.
We all have some sort of thing in our subconscious, deep inside, like a secret dream, an enchained utopia.
But it is impossible for us to express it, to free it.
We have never been able to dwell on it, we have never had the time, we have never had the will, it has never been our goal.
We born, we learn, we are taught, we are given our goal.
Listen to this! Eat this! Drink this… not that!
Say this! Touch that! Feel this… not that!
Stay here, do not go over there. This is your friend, this is your life... not that one!
We think we have chosen the right way… But have we?
We think we decide on that way…But have we?
Good and Evil, definite and indefinite
I want to do what I feel like doing.
Just for a moment…at least for an instant
You and me, let’s imagine what we wish to imagine,
Without being influenced… Can we?
Let’s escape, let’s go for a walk along an imagination path as we please, a path towards improvisation, a path towards freedom, just for a moment.
Just experience it, let’s dream with our eyes wide opened, let’s forget where we are, leaving everything behind, let’s mix our senses.
Perhaps this is art…
Track Name: The Quest of 3 Monkeys
Thân như bóng chớp có rồi không
Cây cối Xuân tươi, Thu não nùng
Mặc cuộc thịnh suy đừng sợ hãi
Kìa kìa ngọn cỏ giọt sương Đông.
Track Name: All One
Specks of Dust
Ocean, Air, Earth,
Trees, Animals, Human
We are all one
Long long time ago we built a village which became a city then a shanty town
We are not alone in this world
We are all one, we are all one
We are all one my friend we are not alone in this world
What ever little thing we do can give the sense to our life
All time everything changes till the end of time
What ever little thing you do can change the side of the world
Track Name: I don't know
Do you think god exists ? I don't know.
Should we pray to feel better ? I don't know.
What happens after death ? I don't know.
What's good ? What's evil ? I don't know.
Do you think we have a soul ? I don't know.
Things are made of atoms ? I don't know.
Do we need to believe ? I don't know.
Do we need to think ? I don't think so.
Can money buy happiness ? I don't know.
Do we have to be fatalistic ? I don't know.
Do we have to let ourselves go ? I don't know.
Are we heading for disaster ? I don't know.
Do we need revolution ? I don't know.
Can art answer our questions ? I don't know.
Do we have to think ? I don't know.
Should we be who we are told ? I don't think so.