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“Cities” (4:35)
Calah, Tikal, Angkor. Cities.
Tokyo, Bombay, Lagos, L.A.
New York, Cairo, Bangkok, Rio.
Cities, Ruins.
Upon the ancient waterway,
the ship cuts through the North Pacific.
Standing silent on the prow, anxious faces search the skies.
They stare to shore with wondering eyes,
taste the salt of former lives.
Exiled, grieving, burdened, leaving cities.
(Calah, Tikal, Angkor, etc.)
The sky descends and blocks the sun.
Shadows fall on everyone.
Storms without and storms within,
humans doubt their chance to win.
They search the past with brimming eyes.
Clutch at truths, agonize.
Exiled, grieving, burdened, leaving cities
(Calah, Tikal, Angkor, etc.)
Surrender to the rhythm.
Embrace the mystic flow.
Surrender to this cradle.
Rocking and rolling and rocking and rolling.
The days rush by, cradle rocks.
Nights are filled with future talk.
An island here, an island there. Sailors plot and fill the air
with hopes and plans, with lofty schemes.
Past is gone, aching dreams.
Exiled, grieving, burdened, leaving cities.
(Calah, Tikal, Angkor etc.)
Some seek a new beginning. Some tear themselves apart
Some take their weapons in their arms,
spinning and spinning and spinning.
Tokyo, Bombay, Lagos, L.A.
New York, Cairo, Bangkok, Rio.
Cities, Ruins.
Upon the ancient waterway,
the ship cuts through the North Pacific.
Standing silent on the prow, anxious faces search the skies.
They stare to shore with wondering eyes,
taste the salt of former lives.
Exiled, grieving, burdened, leaving cities.
(Calah, Tikal, Angkor, etc.)
The sky descends and blocks the sun.
Shadows fall on everyone.
Storms without and storms within,
humans doubt their chance to win.
They search the past with brimming eyes.
Clutch at truths, agonize.
Exiled, grieving, burdened, leaving cities
(Calah, Tikal, Angkor, etc.)
Surrender to the rhythm.
Embrace the mystic flow.
Surrender to this cradle.
Rocking and rolling and rocking and rolling.
The days rush by, cradle rocks.
Nights are filled with future talk.
An island here, an island there. Sailors plot and fill the air
with hopes and plans, with lofty schemes.
Past is gone, aching dreams.
Exiled, grieving, burdened, leaving cities.
(Calah, Tikal, Angkor etc.)
Some seek a new beginning. Some tear themselves apart
Some take their weapons in their arms,
spinning and spinning and spinning.
Cities is from The CD, Hara’s Quest
About “Cities” -
Mood - exotic, rhythmic. rocking as at sea...
“Cities,” is an exotic song about people riding the sea in search of home.” Barbara Lewis
"Wonderful track, with world-beat feel, a classical-sounding singer and a great story." - Montreal Radio Station on MP3 Re: the song, "Cities" from the CD Hara's Quest
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