Sunday, 27 May 2012

Condor

Condors fly                                            Andes are a line of stone
and make the mountains small               and Andes stand alone
wings that soar                                        heights you have to look up to
the Tocantins                                          under ceiling of cloud
are not so tall                                           they bring the rains that water
                                                                 from the thunders loud
                                                                 And the Andes
Flew                                                          And the Andes 
you'd do                                                    Are always there
flew                                                           they constitute
and who                                                    the concrete  
could see more                                          the solidness in air
of everything                                           Andes Andes
of anything                                               from where the cloud birds fly
like you                                                     Andes Andes
                                                                   dominant
                                                                  under omnipotent sky.
Condor
condor
open up a door               Ride around the mountain on a kicking mule
you are sure                    on the winding road that runs its rule
you know                       ride around the spacios space where there is no end
what wings are for          to the barrenness of emptiness
glide                               found round every bend
the valleys                      Ride around the mountain on a kicking mule
in between                      ride ride and ride
                                        against the tide
the mountains wide         of deserts that try to tie you
then up                             to the deadness that they knew
take a skyward ride         you've got to not know
                                         what it wants you to know
                                         you've got to beat it so
Condor                             So ride around the mountain on a kicking mule
condor                               and then you can kick back 
open up a door                 that its folds failed to fool.
you want to see more
you'll disappear
like one hi-tear                                                                     Ecuadorian air
you'll leave the                                                                      its going nowhere
mountain floor.                                                                     its not breathing for you
                                                                                              Ecuadorian air
                                                                                              
                                                                                              There there Ecuadorian air
                                                                                              but you can't see it
                                                                                               its nowhere

                                                                                              The clouds are low
                                                                                              the sky is hi
                                                                                              there's breathlessness in the moment
                                                                                              where the sounds all die

                                                                                               There there Ecuadorian air
                                                                                               the sky's too dense
                                                                                                indeed to tear

                                                                                                You're going up
                                                                                                 the mountain stairs
                                                                                                 to get back to home
                                                                                                 You're feeling like
                                                                                                 your last breath
                                                                                                 skulked off alone

                                                                                                 Air air Ecuadorian                                   
                                                                                                  air
                                                                                                  it never realy starts
                                                                                                  its on the point of nowhere.
      

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