Samsara

Dark Folk + ambient trance, 90 BPM, mixed ethereal vocals, deep bass, minimal techno, ethnic percussion, sitar, tanpura, light ritual tabla, mystical forest/fire mood

[Verse 1]
On the slave market of feasts, on Brahma’s short leash [vocal: whisper, echo, reverb]  
In the center of all, with a shoehorn to reach [vocal: whisper]  
Time stands, putting shoes on us, nailed to the ground [vocal: whisper, tabla accent]  
Freedom’s ships in the sand need no captains around [instrumental break: sitar + soft percussion]  
People steal money to pay for the light [vocal: whisper]  
That brightens up hope for dinner, and faith for a bite [vocal: echo]  
We shall not drown in the habit of pride empty [vocal: whisper, male tone]  
In the wine-list of guilt — bitter truth & Pepsi [vocal: whisper, echo]

[Chorus 1]
Samsara… a rat gnaws the hot dog left from her past [vocal: ethereal female]  
When she was still human, only in outward cast [vocal: male whisper]  
Likely, she too had questions she carried inside [vocal: mixed]  
Answering them, she became a rat, neither more nor less implied [vocal: echo, pause]  
The wind rocks hope’s pendulum and chases the news [instrumental break: tanpura + soft tabla]  
Among the rain, within the rain’s own hues [vocal: female, whisper]  
Fierce chained cuckoos stand on the clock [vocal: male, whisper]  
Which once were of free birds flock [instrumental break: sitar + ambient drone]

[Verse 2]
If the last Mohican dies, the earth won’t fall [vocal: male, whisper]  
While this cur at dawn, cursing, hunts his moccasins in the hall [vocal: mixed]  
Roads to the New Day’s victory lull the fear before the market’s free will [vocal: whisper]  
Yet in this free-market bondage, no freedom fulfills the thrill [instrumental break: tabla + deep bass]  
With alcohol and hindsight that itches deep [vocal: whisper, male tone]  
Personal opinion hammered by time’s boot into the event’s keep [vocal: mixed]  
Feast now, don’t whine, let the moment not slip [vocal: whisper, echo]  
Tomorrow’s vanity is conditional for those mired in sin’s grip [vocal: male, whisper]

[Chorus 2]
Samsara… a rat gnaws the hot dog left from her past [vocal: ethereal female]  
When she was still human, only in outward cast [vocal: male whisper]  
Likely, she too had questions she carried inside [vocal: mixed]  
Answering them, she became a rat, neither more nor less implied [vocal: echo, pause]  
The wind rocks hope’s pendulum and chases the news [instrumental break: tanpura + soft tabla]  
Among the rain, within the rain’s own hues [vocal: female, whisper]  
Fierce chained cuckoos stand on the clock [vocal: male, whisper]  
Which once were of free birds flock [instrumental outro: sitar + ambient drone, tabla ritual hit, fade out]

2880/7500

[Dark Folk + ambient trance track, mixed ethereal vocals (male + female), deep bass, minimal techno beat, ethnic percussion, tabla (ritual Indian drum), sitar/tanpura/lute accents, no line repeats, dramatic pauses, trance-style prayer chorus, mystical forest/fire mood, tempo ~90 BPM] [Verse 1] On the slave market of feasts, on Brahma’s short leash [vocal: whisper, echo, reverb] In the center of all, with a shoehorn to reach [vocal: whisper] Time stands, putting shoes on us, nailed to the ground [vocal: whisper, tabla accent] Freedom’s ships in the sand need no captains around [instrumental break: sitar + soft percussion] People steal money to pay for the light [vocal: whisper] That brightens up hope for dinner, and faith for a bite [vocal: echo] We shall not drown in the habit of pride empty [vocal: whisper, male tone] In the wine-list of guilt — bitter truth & Pepsi [vocal: whisper, echo] [Chorus 1] Samsara… a rat gnaws the hot dog left from her past [vocal: ethereal female] When she was still human, only in outward cast [vocal: male whisper] Likely, she too had questions she carried inside [vocal: mixed] Answering them, she became a rat, neither more nor less implied [vocal: echo, pause] The wind rocks hope’s pendulum and chases the news [instrumental break: tanpura + soft tabla] Among the rain, within the rain’s own hues [vocal: female, whisper] Fierce chained cuckoos stand on the clock [vocal: male, whisper] Which once were of free birds flock [instrumental break: sitar + ambient drone] [Verse 2] If the last Mohican dies, the earth won’t fall [vocal: male, whisper] While this cur at dawn, cursing, hunts his moccasins in the hall [vocal: mixed] Roads to the New Day’s victory lull the fear before the market’s free will [vocal: whisper] Yet in this free-market bondage, no freedom fulfills the thrill [instrumental break: tabla + deep bass] With alcohol and hindsight that itches deep [vocal: whisper, male tone] Personal opinion hammered by time’s boot into the event’s keep [vocal: mixed] Feast now, don’t whine, let the moment not slip [vocal: whisper, echo] Tomorrow’s vanity is conditional for those mired in sin’s grip [vocal: male, whisper] [Chorus 2] Samsara… a rat gnaws the hot dog left from her past [vocal: ethereal female] When she was still human, only in outward cast [vocal: male whisper] Likely, she too had questions she carried inside [vocal: mixed] Answering them, she became a rat, neither more nor less implied [vocal: echo, pause] The wind rocks hope’s pendulum and chases the news [instrumental break: tanpura + soft tabla] Among the rain, within the rain’s own hues [vocal: female, whisper] Fierce chained cuckoos stand on the clock [vocal: male, whisper] Which once were of free birds flock [instrumental outro: sitar + ambient drone, tabla ritual hit, fade out]

0/500