Song | Mescal Rite 2 |
Artist | Tomahawk |
Album | Anonymous |
ChantingI'm the happy ghost wandering the horizon | |
The self-aggravating master divine | |
And I'll be reborn under a human disguise | |
In the circle of smoke 'round the fire in your eyes | |
With the perfect assurance of a master hand | |
I will paint you a picture of the master plan | |
With none of your reasons and none of your rhyme | |
Give me two scoops of sugar and the world is just fine | |
Sing itOnyxes and granites and mothers-of-pearl | |
And the rings of gold and the marbled swirls | |
And the endless folds of glistening wings | |
Watch them bubbling effortlessly, colours sink | |
Smörgåsbord of vision and an orgy of taste | |
And the conspiracies and the sacreds are graced | |
With a sense of the past, | |
I'm behind in the race | |
All the cravens in the world won't eclipse my embrace | |
Sing itLike water we're flowing, like water we're cool | |
Flowing upstream and down into the pool | |
Going to the ocean can't explain it away | |
And ya hear my words and to enter the bay | |
While at the ending you've committed no crime | |
Just open your ears and let my voice be your guide | |
Keep your hands off the trigger, | |
I'm controlling this ride | |
Irrigate the green fields of your caverns inside | |
Sing itI'm the happy ghost wandering the horizon | |
The self-aggravating master divine | |
And I'll be reborn under a human disguise | |
In the circle of smoke 'round the fire in your eyes |
ChantingI' m the happy ghost wandering the horizon | |
The selfaggravating master divine | |
And I' ll be reborn under a human disguise | |
In the circle of smoke ' round the fire in your eyes | |
With the perfect assurance of a master hand | |
I will paint you a picture of the master plan | |
With none of your reasons and none of your rhyme | |
Give me two scoops of sugar and the world is just fine | |
Sing itOnyxes and granites and mothersofpearl | |
And the rings of gold and the marbled swirls | |
And the endless folds of glistening wings | |
Watch them bubbling effortlessly, colours sink | |
Sm rg sbord of vision and an orgy of taste | |
And the conspiracies and the sacreds are graced | |
With a sense of the past, | |
I' m behind in the race | |
All the cravens in the world won' t eclipse my embrace | |
Sing itLike water we' re flowing, like water we' re cool | |
Flowing upstream and down into the pool | |
Going to the ocean can' t explain it away | |
And ya hear my words and to enter the bay | |
While at the ending you' ve committed no crime | |
Just open your ears and let my voice be your guide | |
Keep your hands off the trigger, | |
I' m controlling this ride | |
Irrigate the green fields of your caverns inside | |
Sing itI' m the happy ghost wandering the horizon | |
The selfaggravating master divine | |
And I' ll be reborn under a human disguise | |
In the circle of smoke ' round the fire in your eyes |