I take the train to work, public transit,
That’s it, no fancy wheels ‘cept a bike for the first bit,
They call it the “hobo-mobile,” what a steal,
Got it for nothing from a mate, such a good deal!
But I’m tiring of the monotony of the
Day to day to day, I’ve got to break free.
Work so I can travel and travel so I can learn,
But it burns, every minute that I stagnate in this hearse.
I’m suffocating, from the waiting,
For the gold, I’m getting old and I’m tired of the hating.
So I glide along the tracks, watch the landscape blur,
Like the years slipping by to an addict on Effexor.
Sometimes I fantasize about living the hard life,
No time to waste, just the struggle to survive,
But then I recognize, that time is my alibi,
To do the things that really make me feel alive.
I need to prioritize, and start flowing with the river,
Stop waiting for the perfect moment and just giver’er.
Yeah I don’t do it for myself,
But I do it for my health, man, I go insane without it.
Maybe I don’t like the way I’m livin’,
Problem is I know that it’s not the system,
‘Cause I made my life every way it is and,
Ain’t ever gonna stop ‘till I win.
I’ve been spending too much time in my mind in the
Moments between moments that I’ve lost my place.
Too many thoughts to erase, it’s not the
Outer but the inner battles I need to face, gimme a
Break! It’s endless and scentless, try to
Follow my nose and all of my five senses, but that’s the
Wrong direction, instead I need to breathe my
Ink in my spine all the way up between my eyes,
Only then will I realize, it’s all light,
The left and the right and the love that’s underlying.
Everything is humming like the Great Lion’s lullaby,
Thankfully for me I’ve got a map and a guide.
Sometimes I find it’s hard to know where to draw the line between
Self and selfless, yours and mine,
But I know in my heart, my intentions ignite, I’m not
Lyin’, just trying to make a difference, and say, “Good night.”
I take responsibility for the life I live,
I feel gratitude for all that I’m given.
And I believe in the culture of forgiveness,
But that don’t mean that I’m ever gonna give in!
Like the satyagrahis, words are my ammunition,
One thing I’ve learned is to just shut up and listen.
Obstacles I overcome with dynamo of volition,
No way to hide, even death is just an intermission.
There’s only one definition for your inhibitions:
Self-imposed limitations - mostly they’re just suppositions.
Let it go, let being be as natural as cell division.
Verity is what you envision, now go get it.
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