Diving into percussions & traditionnal instruments // strange colors
lyrics
Why do I hate this land ?
No god, no king
But the fear sting is grazin' us in the hand
In my veins this poison
Brings me to the roots of devotion
Why is this land so grim ?
Illusions pushes us to give pickaxe shots in our dreams
This faith/grind equalization
Brings me to the roots of devotion
My body’s wasted
My spirit’s wasted
My life is wasted
Everything’s wasted
But I don’t mind, My life’s for hire
So I can’t get of the grind
Hope’s still behind, Can’t strip the wire
Holding cloth that makes me blind
Why I’m not able to rise ?
Everyday I realize we’re still digging when we are convinced to fly
Still this downward motion
Brings me to the roots of devotion
My body’s wasted
My spirit’s wasted
My life is wasted
Everything’s wasted
But I don’t mind, My life’s for hire
So I can’t get of the grind
Hope’s still behind, Can’t strip the wire
Holding cloth that makes me blind
Get me off the roots of devotion
Heart's on fire
But I don’t mind, My life’s for hire
So I can’t get of the grind
Hope’s still behind, Can’t strip the wire
Holding cloth that makes me blind
Nobody’s mind, Our life’s a lockup
Don’t watch this contract we signed
Tell that unkinds let us no letup
Turn your eyes from the decline
credits
from II,
released July 22, 2021
Music & Lyrics : Rémi Jullien
Percussion intro : Maël Maurel
Morin Khuur, Khöömii & Didjeridoo : Patrick Chave
Jew's Harp : Pierjan Vadeboin