A strange blend of slightly ethnic flavored melody and an odd tale of a seeker. Weird instrumentation. Weird song.
Everything - Tom O'Brien
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Some people go to extremes seeking enlightenment, when all the time, we are creating the answers within ourselves.
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Walking through the shifting sands
Barefoot, just to prove I can
Searching for a holy place
To gaze upon a holy face
Holed up in a cave of stone
The holy man lives all alone
Waking from a dream, he speaks
Suddenly my knees grow weak
I have nothing to say today
Come again tomorrow
I have nothing to say today
Come again tomorrow
Praying, like the fool I am
I sit beside the holy man
Waiting for the words to come
Beating on my holy drum
Morning comes and I'm still there
Chant a little morning prayer
Chanting in the morning sun
Chanting still at half past one
I have nothing to say today
Come again tomorrow
I have nothing to say today
Come again tomorrow
Isn't that the way it always goes?
We all have the answer I suppose
I have given all I can
To travel to this holy land
Where an ancient mystic man
Is very hard to understand
And I'm leaving him alone
With everything that he has known
On my journey I have sown
Seeds between the rocks and stone
I have nothing to say today
Come again tomorrow
I have nothing to say today
Come again tomorrow
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