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  1. Repeating

From the recording Chris Kemp White

The first verse sprouted while lying in bed. Many times I’ve tried my hand at developing a personal mantra–usually when fighting insomnia–thus the idea of “words that are repeating.” These lines fell short of my goal but did give me fodder for lyrics.
 
The underlying theme is of collective consciousness–an energy that binds us to each other and to our pasts. Are we disconnected from our ancestors? Though it may be a temporary condition, I feel like we have lost an ancient wisdom that is represented here by a tune: “Used to know the words to all the songs our forebears sang.” Consumed with materialism and industry, we are missing out on life’s key messages: live simply, be grateful and sing.

Lyrics

The words that are repeating
Pluck them from the air
Humming in the stillness
Close your eyes to hear
 
Your mind is filled with chaos
Let your body buzz with life
Letting go of darkness
Grab onto the Light
 
Papier-mâché castles
We build into the sky
They melt into the horizon
And we’re surprised
 
Hum the tune whenever
You forget the words
You are a tiny cosm
In a microcosmic world
 
Used to know
The words to all the songs our forebears sang
Used to know
The end and the beginning are the same