SMOKE KNOWS THE WAY (Ramona)

mexican gothic cumbia, trip-hop, alternative rock

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[Intro]
[Softly spoken]

Easy, mija.
Not every shadow wants to hurt you.

Some of them just got lost.

[Verse 1]
Mexico heat on a half-built dome,
Ten years standing, never made a home.
I sit in its shade when the daylight burns,
Watching unfinished dreams wait for their turn.

My parents wanted money, clean floors, a name,
I chose candle smoke and the cemetery gate.
Clients arrive saying, “Something’s in my room.”
I say, “Double the fee if it starts before noon.”

[Pre-Chorus]
White sage rising, agave in the flame,
Every spirit carries something like a name.
Don’t shout, don’t run, let the silence speak—
The dead aren’t always cruel.
Sometimes they’re only weak.

[Chorus]
Smoke knows the way, smoke knows the way,
Through the marigold dusk to the end of the day.
For every unheard voice that the daylight missed,
I open the door through the flowers and mist.

Smoke knows the way—déjalos ir,
No chains, no thunder, no reason for fear.
I’ll walk beside you where the cold winds roam—
Nobody should cross that border alone.

[Verse 2]
Renée came knocking with a proud little stare,
Said something unseen kept moving the chairs.
I told her, “Not my problem.” She followed me still—
Some people don’t listen.
Some ghosts never will.

Then Bonita bloomed through a borrowed heartbeat,
Calling for her father beneath dancing feet.
Love pulled him upward, grief held him near—
But love can become something hungry through fear.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I lit the candles, drew breath through the smoke,
Spoke to the memory until its anger broke.
No holy sermon, no grand command—
Just one frightened spirit
Taking hold of my hand.

[Chorus]
Smoke knows the way, smoke knows the way,
Through the marigold dusk to the end of the day.
For every unheard voice that the daylight missed,
I open the door through the flowers and mist.

Smoke knows the way—déjalos ir,
No chains, no thunder, no reason for fear.
I’ll walk beside you where the cold winds roam—
Nobody should cross that border alone.

[Bridge]
[Spoken, close and dry]

I keep saying it’s only a job.

That the living make too much noise.
That ghosts are easier company.

Then somebody cries for help…

Ay, carajo.

[Sung]

Between shattered glass and petals in flight,
I gather what’s left and I set it right.
Not every goodbye means something is gone—
Sometimes it means
they finally moved on.

[Final Chorus]
Smoke knows the way, smoke knows the way,
Past the unfinished dome and the graves where I stay.
For every forgotten heart beneath stone and dust,
I’ll carry the light if carry it I must.

Smoke knows the way—que descansen bien,
The dead find their peace, and the living begin.
I’ll walk beside you till the last candle’s gone—
Nobody should cross that border alone.

[Outro]
[Softly spoken]

There.

Another peaceful night.

Now go home…
before someone else gets possessed.

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[Intro] [Softly spoken] Easy, mija. Not every shadow wants to hurt you. Some of them just got lost. [Verse 1] Mexico heat on a half-built dome, Ten years standing, never made a home. I sit in its shade when the daylight burns, Watching unfinished dreams wait for their turn. My parents wanted money, clean floors, a name, I chose candle smoke and the cemetery gate. Clients arrive saying, “Something’s in my room.” I say, “Double the fee if it starts before noon.” [Pre-Chorus] White sage rising, agave in the flame, Every spirit carries something like a name. Don’t shout, don’t run, let the silence speak— The dead aren’t always cruel. Sometimes they’re only weak. [Chorus] Smoke knows the way, smoke knows the way, Through the marigold dusk to the end of the day. For every unheard voice that the daylight missed, I open the door through the flowers and mist. Smoke knows the way—déjalos ir, No chains, no thunder, no reason for fear. I’ll walk beside you where the cold winds roam— Nobody should cross that border alone. [Verse 2] Renée came knocking with a proud little stare, Said something unseen kept moving the chairs. I told her, “Not my problem.” She followed me still— Some people don’t listen. Some ghosts never will. Then Bonita bloomed through a borrowed heartbeat, Calling for her father beneath dancing feet. Love pulled him upward, grief held him near— But love can become something hungry through fear. [Pre-Chorus] So I lit the candles, drew breath through the smoke, Spoke to the memory until its anger broke. No holy sermon, no grand command— Just one frightened spirit Taking hold of my hand. [Chorus] Smoke knows the way, smoke knows the way, Through the marigold dusk to the end of the day. For every unheard voice that the daylight missed, I open the door through the flowers and mist. Smoke knows the way—déjalos ir, No chains, no thunder, no reason for fear. I’ll walk beside you where the cold winds roam— Nobody should cross that border alone. [Bridge] [Spoken, close and dry] I keep saying it’s only a job. That the living make too much noise. That ghosts are easier company. Then somebody cries for help… Ay, carajo. [Sung] Between shattered glass and petals in flight, I gather what’s left and I set it right. Not every goodbye means something is gone— Sometimes it means they finally moved on. [Final Chorus] Smoke knows the way, smoke knows the way, Past the unfinished dome and the graves where I stay. For every forgotten heart beneath stone and dust, I’ll carry the light if carry it I must. Smoke knows the way—que descansen bien, The dead find their peace, and the living begin. I’ll walk beside you till the last candle’s gone— Nobody should cross that border alone. [Outro] [Softly spoken] There. Another peaceful night. Now go home… before someone else gets possessed.

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