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Me Myself And I - De La Soul

Methodmanflow

A gathering of songs transcending genres, shaped by memory, faith, and hope. From gospel choirs to disco floors, If I Could Sing...this is what it might sound like. 

Love is the Reason

(Intro – Deep boreal wind samples, cracking ice, distant owl calls, slow herbal exhale beat drop.)
Yo, taiga breathin' deep, boreal cathedrals tall,
Habitants in the green web, tendin' one and all.
Nordics weave the stories, links beneath the stars,
Equals on the ice—solstice settles who bears the scars.
(Verse 1 – Smooth, rooted flow, reverence for the forest garden)
Habitants ain't plowin' fields, nah—they dance with ancient trees,
Harvest in the silence, on mycelium knees.
Prunin' for the future, seedin' mast-year dreams,
Boreal vast garden, interconnected schemes.
Nordics spark the vision, festivals in the glade,
Both sides vital threads in the tapestry they've made.
No kings, no servants—balance in the freeze,
Solstice hockey ritual, who gets the mask keys?
(Chorus – Catchy, haunting hook—victory's burden vs. relief's grace)
Mask of Poco-Loco, forest crown of fire!
Winners pick the wearer, lift the duty higher!
Losers claim relief—breathe easy in the snow,
Selenite cuts clear while the wild energies flow!
Cannabis calm the chaos, breaks to peel it off,
Senate steers the garden—keep the culture soft!
Solstice turn the wheel, from dark to living green,
Poco-Loco presides—guardian of the dream!
(Verse 2 – Building intensity, then herbal chill)
Winners own the mask, choose their soul to don,
Preside the Senate table till the next solstice dawn.
Mask on for the debates, chaos births the new,
Selenite seer watches, keepin' vision true.
Breaks to lift the weight, herb smoke in the den,
Ease the manic current flowin' deep within.
Losers skate free—relief tastes so sweet,
First pick of the harvest, lighter Senate seat.
(Bridge – Slow, psychological depth, solstice renewal whisper)
Feel the forest breathin', roots talkin' underground,
Mask-wearer's sacrifice keeps the wheel turnin' 'round.
Holy dread of duty, yet purpose in the strain,
Channel wild to order—let the garden sustain.
No fall like the ancients, no slip into the night,
Care and balance hold us in the solstice light.
(Outro – Triumphant yet grounded fade, with forest sounds swelling)
Poco-Loco loco, tamed for garden's sake!
Habitants and Nordics—equals, no mistake.
From taiga's deep green heart to the Senate's call,
Solstice mask flow forever—renew us one and all!
(Forest garden crown... who wears it this year?)

Forest Garden Crown – Solstice Mask Flow.

Songwriters: Philippe Wynne & George Clinton, [III] (BMI)

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