Grass Blades Lyrics
| Song | Grass Blades |
| Artist | Moemaw Naedon |
| Artist | Billy Hoyle |
| Album | Travel Through |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Moemaw Naedon | |
| 作曲 : Moemaw Naedon/Billy Hoyle | |
| light body beam shot straight from the great void | |
| caught the vessel by the planet where they shape noise | |
| first one slick salamander skin slip | |
| down every rock till' he found ground dim lit | |
| thats where he stayed finding rhythm in the ripples | |
| underneath the rock bubbles pop drops dribble | |
| solitude till' the end, spirit transcend | |
| to the bird picking worms just to keep the youngins' fed | |
| never too much, gluttony good for nobody | |
| on a journey wings flapping bird spirit current body | |
| appreciated the skies and gave thanks | |
| with a song from the beak from a tree where the leaves hang | |
| loving how he could sing | |
| but he needs a conscious state just to break away from instinct | |
| next cycle round, body: beast on the ground | |
| fur coat brown temperamental wolverine now | |
| *never neglect, spirt, steer us many ways | |
| only fear the path that samsara paves | |
| grass blades, sharks in the caves | |
| whats the next vessel when the body part ways | |
| from the light that you hold long term in the maze | |
| old soul searching sound waves | |
| carnivore: devour game as big as deer | |
| living underground cause its cold all year | |
| body and brain wired for savage killing fests | |
| slayed enough to feed the family but never flexed | |
| clever with the skills, pulling food out the traps | |
| not getting snatched from the jaws by the latch | |
| used to sneak by the cabin when the lights where low | |
| and hear the sound of the phonograph out the window | |
| return visits, unable to explain | |
| the comfort of the body mind soul and brain | |
| next vacation found a fortunate realm | |
| deeper concentration training broke the door to the cell | |
| tool the first of many forms as a higher mind channel | |
| trudging through the storms as a bipedal mammal | |
| learning, developing, alert around the skeleton | |
| and when the sounds merged with the words, purpose felt again | |
| *never neglect, spirt, steer us many ways | |
| only fear the path that samsara paves | |
| grass blades, sharks in the caves | |
| whats the next vessel when the body part ways | |
| from the light that you hold long term in the maze | |
| old soul searching sound waves |
| zuo ci : Moemaw Naedon | |
| zuo qu : Moemaw Naedon Billy Hoyle | |
| light body beam shot straight from the great void | |
| caught the vessel by the planet where they shape noise | |
| first one slick salamander skin slip | |
| down every rock till' he found ground dim lit | |
| thats where he stayed finding rhythm in the ripples | |
| underneath the rock bubbles pop drops dribble | |
| solitude till' the end, spirit transcend | |
| to the bird picking worms just to keep the youngins' fed | |
| never too much, gluttony good for nobody | |
| on a journey wings flapping bird spirit current body | |
| appreciated the skies and gave thanks | |
| with a song from the beak from a tree where the leaves hang | |
| loving how he could sing | |
| but he needs a conscious state just to break away from instinct | |
| next cycle round, body: beast on the ground | |
| fur coat brown temperamental wolverine now | |
| never neglect, spirt, steer us many ways | |
| only fear the path that samsara paves | |
| grass blades, sharks in the caves | |
| whats the next vessel when the body part ways | |
| from the light that you hold long term in the maze | |
| old soul searching sound waves | |
| carnivore: devour game as big as deer | |
| living underground cause its cold all year | |
| body and brain wired for savage killing fests | |
| slayed enough to feed the family but never flexed | |
| clever with the skills, pulling food out the traps | |
| not getting snatched from the jaws by the latch | |
| used to sneak by the cabin when the lights where low | |
| and hear the sound of the phonograph out the window | |
| return visits, unable to explain | |
| the comfort of the body mind soul and brain | |
| next vacation found a fortunate realm | |
| deeper concentration training broke the door to the cell | |
| tool the first of many forms as a higher mind channel | |
| trudging through the storms as a bipedal mammal | |
| learning, developing, alert around the skeleton | |
| and when the sounds merged with the words, purpose felt again | |
| never neglect, spirt, steer us many ways | |
| only fear the path that samsara paves | |
| grass blades, sharks in the caves | |
| whats the next vessel when the body part ways | |
| from the light that you hold long term in the maze | |
| old soul searching sound waves |
| zuò cí : Moemaw Naedon | |
| zuò qǔ : Moemaw Naedon Billy Hoyle | |
| light body beam shot straight from the great void | |
| caught the vessel by the planet where they shape noise | |
| first one slick salamander skin slip | |
| down every rock till' he found ground dim lit | |
| thats where he stayed finding rhythm in the ripples | |
| underneath the rock bubbles pop drops dribble | |
| solitude till' the end, spirit transcend | |
| to the bird picking worms just to keep the youngins' fed | |
| never too much, gluttony good for nobody | |
| on a journey wings flapping bird spirit current body | |
| appreciated the skies and gave thanks | |
| with a song from the beak from a tree where the leaves hang | |
| loving how he could sing | |
| but he needs a conscious state just to break away from instinct | |
| next cycle round, body: beast on the ground | |
| fur coat brown temperamental wolverine now | |
| never neglect, spirt, steer us many ways | |
| only fear the path that samsara paves | |
| grass blades, sharks in the caves | |
| whats the next vessel when the body part ways | |
| from the light that you hold long term in the maze | |
| old soul searching sound waves | |
| carnivore: devour game as big as deer | |
| living underground cause its cold all year | |
| body and brain wired for savage killing fests | |
| slayed enough to feed the family but never flexed | |
| clever with the skills, pulling food out the traps | |
| not getting snatched from the jaws by the latch | |
| used to sneak by the cabin when the lights where low | |
| and hear the sound of the phonograph out the window | |
| return visits, unable to explain | |
| the comfort of the body mind soul and brain | |
| next vacation found a fortunate realm | |
| deeper concentration training broke the door to the cell | |
| tool the first of many forms as a higher mind channel | |
| trudging through the storms as a bipedal mammal | |
| learning, developing, alert around the skeleton | |
| and when the sounds merged with the words, purpose felt again | |
| never neglect, spirt, steer us many ways | |
| only fear the path that samsara paves | |
| grass blades, sharks in the caves | |
| whats the next vessel when the body part ways | |
| from the light that you hold long term in the maze | |
| old soul searching sound waves |
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