Bibio - You Won't Remember...

Second Heart

Lyrics:

If there's hope,
Then there's loss
This, you can feel, in your bones

If there's peace,
Then there's war,
This, you can feel, in your bones

Without death,
Would we even try?
Soon, we'll all be with the stars

Without hope,
We would break
This, you can feel, in your bones

Bones

The Doormouse finally emerges from the shadows of his bass-lined burrow with a sound all his own. “Late to the Groove” is his heartfelt, funky apology to the Wonderland crew—because, of course, he’s sorry he’s late. The little plump wanderer didn’t make it onto the main album with the others, lost somewhere between the desert winds and the thump of his own rhythm. But what he brings now is pure soul: desert-funk riffs, dust-sparkled bass lines, and the quiet strength of someone who shows up in his own time, carrying melodies worth waiting for.

With the Queen of Hearts’ Castle glittering on the horizon, the Doormouse steps forward at last—small, round, determined, and grooving. This is his journey, his apology, and his triumph. Better late than never. And absolutely worth the wait.

Bass To Bed

[Verse 1]
I watch the thoughts spin threads in air,
Little narratives pretending they care.
They rise like sparks, they fall like dust—
I see them float but they don't earn trust.
The mind makes movies out of what I feel,
Shrinks the moment down, calls it real.
But when I breathe into the body’s flow,
The stories fade, they lose their glow.
I'm wider than the tale that tries to claim me,
A steady space the mind can't frame me.
I let the noise dissolve, unwind—
I’m not the echo, I’m what's behind.

[Pre-Chorus]
Any story that I tell myself's a lie,
Not shame—just the truth that thoughts oversimplify.
Reality is spacious, the mind is small;
I leave the narration, I feel it all.

[Chorus]
I don’t believe every thought I think;
I watch them rise, I watch them sink.
I don’t fold inside the mind’s vibration—
I rest in something deeper: liberation.
Awareness opens wide and clear,
I'm not the story—I’m what’s here.
I meet each thought softly, let it pass;
I’m larger than the mind’s looking glass.

[Verse 2]
Sagan said to bake a pie from scratch,
You’d have to build the universe to match.
So every thought’s a fragment, never whole—
A sliver of a much more endless soul.
I notice each idea when it appears,
But I don’t crawl inside its gears.
The body anchors, breath realigns,
The noise gets quiet, the truth refines.
No more reacting from the narrow frame—
I show up present, not the same.
Thoughts keep forming, that’s their role,
But I choose the space, I own the whole.

[Bridge]
Thoughts will come, stories will form—
The mind is just performing its norm.
But I don’t take them as the final view;
They’re passing clouds in a sky that’s true.

[Final Chorus]
I don’t believe every thought I think;
I watch them rise, I watch them sink.
I rest beyond the inner narration—
A steady, grounded liberation.
Reality is kinder than the tale it replaces;
I breathe into presence—open spaces.

[Outro]
Let them go… let them pass…
I’m the space beyond the glass.

Larger Than the Mind

No Clue - (prod. Lightstone)

Lyrics:

Time is but a state
Time is but a place we made
So that is where I'll wait for you

Time is but a state
Time is but a place we made
So that is where I'll wait for you

A Place We Made

Lyrics:

What we crave is the rain,
Washing away all our pain

What we crave is the rain,
Washing away all our pain

What we all need is our rain,
Showing us truth from the pain

What we crave is the rain,
Washing away all our pain

Many of us have danced for rain

Second Heart

Cousin Matt

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