COSMOS

I really need it (uh), I really mean it, (uh)
I know you don't mean it (uh)
Just can't really see it.
I can't show you (uh), I can just repeat it (uh),
I really need it…

Like your lungs need air,
Like your young need care,
Like truth need to dare
Else it all might just disappear,

This shit unbelievable,
If I can speak it, then you hearing what it IS NOT
Think Buddhist speaking of the unspeakable.
The moment I name it, you lost it—
But what if I could show you what words can't?
Something like...

[Just breathe, a few deep inhale exhales]

See? That right there—
Can't put that in a verse,
Can't bottle that and sell it,
Can't write it down and rehearse.

Sometimes it's better not to speak,
Better not to seek it—
The moment you conceive it,
Already lost it, off the scent,
Never had it, been hallucinating
What you swore you really needed.

Like the plants need water,
Like harder need softer,
Everything just feel the same
When ain't no space between 
The ask and the offer.
Ain’t everything just a frequency?
We reading vibrations, gyrations, dimensional rifts, symphonies, 
harmonies, with a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of motion we call air, 
making sound somehow appear.

Hard to say it, 
like language barrier can't quite cross over
To the space where living sound more like:

[Powerful non lyrical vocal and hums]

Leave me speechless...
Leave US speechless...
This what we been reaching for—
Not the words ABOUT it,
But the thing itself, the source,
The reason music existed 
Before anyone kept score.

You feel that?
That right there—
That's what I been trying to say
This whole time.
Not the pointing finger,
But the moon it's pointing at,
Not the menu,
But the meal,
Not the theory,
But what's real.

Something like:

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