Eccer
Registered User
Join date: Sep 2006
993 IQ
#1
In layers of dirt
Eyes do see
Ancestors playing the high E
While we remain low
Scraping the below
Barely touching, ageless wisdom
Whilst folding hands as cups
To catch whatever seeps
Through leaking pipes

Eyes do see
Sewers stretching timelines
Where ghost crap flows
And mud dwellers roam
In currents beneath

"I'm down here"

One could only hear
The deepest bottom end
Whilst strumming these strings
And matching to no prevail
Obsessed by their high notes
Where did the past go?

Let ring, sail on
Walk not in mire
Let the stars speak
Our saying will become
Standing in cosmic shower
Absorbing distant light
Eight minutes left
Eight minutes left

Overwhelmed
By the sense of becoming
Clearing this layer of sand and water
What looks like dirt, we
Take in and absorb
As clay and ours to form
Once beautiful, risen as new
Now we play the high chords

Let ring, sail on
Walk not in mire
Let the stars speak
Our saying will become
Standing in cosmic shower
Absorbing distant light
Eight minutes left
Eight minutes left
Last edited by Eccer at May 17, 2013,
jobe13
Registered User
Join date: Jan 2004
201 IQ
#5
I think the lyrics themselves are decent, but I LOVE the title. For some reason, titles are just as important(if not more so) to me as lyrics. I'm weird like that.
You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!