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• Artiste: Being As An Ocean
• Titre: Blacktop
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I drove myself out into the wilderness Not a forced exile, I’m just searching for bliss Blood orange crescent moon Illuminate the blacktop’s running lines Carry my spirit far from the chaos and light Of the city built upon brute and might The soul deserves savor The apple, heavy and over-ripe, on my simple pallet Sickens the stomach Blind my eyes with flashing lights Dull my senses in over-sweet wine Expose me to all of your grandeur I’d still long for bitter savor Egos taught to inflame from a young age Images and influence twisted to persuade Our common sensibilities toward entering a race For which there is no end, no hanging yellow tape Don’t let your intellect be insulted Don’t be taken for a fool It’s in knowledge and experience Wherein a soul’s true fortune is made So I won’t buy what they’ve always tried to sell me Give up your passions for that 401k Put away your true callings Chase the American dream I’d rather run into the wild, experience the wind the cold Than gain the wealth of the world and forfeit my soul We fight against the tide to retain that spark of life That’s become all too extinguished The prevailing of time To never grow old, only become wise Taking all the suffering and the bite One breath at a time Is all it takes to keep on growing, all it takes to stay alive