From the dusty mesa
Her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote
She twines her spines up slowly
Towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin
My fingers ran with blood

In the hushing dusk under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom
A strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands

When the last light warms the rocks
And the rattlesnakes unfold
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones
And rise with me forever
Across the silent sand
And the stars will be your eyes
And the wind will be my hands

Far from any road

A vocal take on the classical Simon & Garfunkel version of the traditional folk ballad.

Scarborough Fair (Canticle)

From the heart of Babylon I long to be free
Rastafari seeking my roots in Africa
One day I kissed my dears goodbye
to find the peace between me and I
So I swimmed all the sea and cross all the land
But when I reached Zion I got stuck in the sand

A stranger in a strange land,
no one that understand (no understanding)
Their vibe so much distant (so distant)
no prays for the herb! (they got no fucking herb man!)

Oh Babylon, maybe you weren't so bad
I'm swimmin' back to you, 'cause I'm feeling so sad
Journey through the desert, with no ganja to be found
In the depths of the ocean, the reggae sharks surround

From the illusion of Babylon, ya know I'm free,
Rastafaris do not fit well down in Aaafricaaa
But when I got back to my door,
I found it grounded to the floor
Cause I swimmed all the sea and cross all the land
(the land and the sea)
But when you leave behind your world it turns into sand!
(ah nooo noo man!)

Back to Babylon

SkepticOwl

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