Upcoming Concerts for Santiparro
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Scheurman
Songwriter
Lyrics
Faint lines that bind
And bridge from me to you
To open the connection
And that uncovers the truth
Gold-light designs
Projected in the room
A showering of blessings
From my flowery perfumes
Washing over you
My pipe packed tight
With sacred tobacco
I whistle all my prayers into
To carry
On the smoke
And when I blow
You're gonna feel it
Just like a hole
Opens in the ceiling
We're not in the room
You thought you were
You're everywhere
You ever were
And weren't
You there
Find
The
Time
Turned around
Hello
I'm
Here
Now
And I'm chanting
Sitting on my throne
Calling in the doctors
Of my spiritual home
Serpents squirm in
Your blood, your veins, your bones
Loosening the blockages
To free you from their hold
So you can let it go
Purging murky
Shadows from within
Gold designs realign
With new
Patterning
And when I blow
You're gonna feel it
Just like a hole
Opens in the ceiling
We're not in the room
You thought you were
You're everywhere
You ever were
And weren't
Written by: Alan Scheurman