Akala - Blind Bard's Vision lyrics
[Akala - Blind Bard's Vision lyrics]
Why is the story told? What
Is the teller's mission?
What is the ultimate source
Of our deepest intuition?
Why does the audience come and
Why did they listen? The blind bard's vision
Why is the story told? What
Is the teller's mission?
What is the ultimate source
Of our deepest intuition?
Why does the audience come and
Why did they listen? The blind bard's vision
The sweetest siren call
That spans time and distance
The poet speaks the building
Blocks of our existence
Who said it's master masons that
Build the base of nations
Without the word there's nothing else
You can't replace it
When all the towers fall
And all the powerful kings crush into dust
Things left there to rust
It's the word, the word, the word carries on
And our thirst give birth to
The search that we on
Seeking solace with myths that promise
If we just give our attention
It will astonish it
A bit of politics, splash of the supernatural
Stitched together by syllables
Weave a tapestry that's broad enough to span
Minds and generations
Still it cannot be touched
By much but contemplation
You want to make a statement?
Better you write a verse
Want to create a nation?
Better recite it first
Preferably epic with no pen
Let the mind collect it
Practise it hundreds of times until it's time
Perfected by the time they write it down
They'll doubt that you're real
'Cause we're great at questioning
Other people's skill
Yet we seek it still, the Mahabharata
Virgil, Milton, Lucretius
The epic of Sundjata
Gilgamesh Committed coffin text, yeah
It's the blind bard we know best
Is it 'cause your word was
Twinned to empires' wings?
Or that we touched something deep within?
'Cause when you boil it down
Beyond mythology and God
You find something That is just so human
Do you not?
A son in search of a father that he has lost
A father trying to get back to
His family at any cost
A woman that's besieged by
Men with bad intentions
And she does not want to be with them
But they won't accept it
'Cause there's men and gods
The pen and it's gob
There's a mind and a mouth that
Spout where you dare not
The poet sings and speaks from
Streets to ancient Greece
Defeat, then is what you meet
If competing is what
You seek Whether the beat or lyre strings
We are leviathans that speak sagas of
This great species of hirelings
Posing like we're highest kings
To get as high as wings of God but we do not
Do nothing but try a thing
The poet sees how the falcons sees
A view from the balcony
No doubting he Pages are a alchemy
And the magician is politician and prophet
Premonition we got it
Television and pocket couple queens
That will keep us going flowing
Yeah, we eat from poems
If the teacher don't speak
How could we keep on knowing?
What these questions to these answers are
Curses and our blessings
Confessions are just how deaf we are
And obsessed with death
Despite all our best attempts
The Odyssean Underworld is the
Best we're left
The same one from the book of the dead
Who the myths
Millennia hasn't put them to bed
Philosophy is not the laws of motion
Logic can't explain emotion
So it makes sense
We come up with some other type of notion
A myth is not a lie
It's a disguise from the truth
So the wise can recite to the youth
If the lines in our rhymes
Are to find any use
It's the tries of our mind
To decipher the clues
Give my mind this thing called living
Season the riddims
Turn of the earth to announce the beginning
Look how we bounce on the riddim
Man could rap about all of the family
Whole of your humanity, whole of the galaxy
You want to talk about cars, that's fine
Yes, you could say it is a chariot
Carried on the wings of the night
Even Zeus don't attack the skies
Where the truth in the chapter lies
I don't know, it's just a fact of life
The search of the journey
Permanent purgatory
Driven a Finca from Inca to Germany
So what you gonna do? You gonna search?
Or gonna stand on the side and rehearse?
There's finding the time since your
Birth is so insignificant
There's barely any worth
Yeah, the heroes, faces are thousands
If you listen you will
Hear what they're shouting
They ain't telling you to
Listen to the doubting
They're trying to get us ready for the outing
But you would swear poets are mortal
But we're not the same I assure you
'Cause we make words and portals
26 letters and we will teleport you
We're not the same, I assure you
26 letters and we will teleport you
Why is the story told? What
Is the teller's mission?
What is the ultimate source
Of our deepest intuition?
Why does the audience come and
Why did they listen? The blind bard's vision
Why is the story told? What
Is the teller's mission?
What is the ultimate source
Of our deepest intuition?
Why does the audience come and
Why did they listen? The blind bard's vision
The blind bard's vision
The blind bard's vision
The blind bard's vision blind bard's vision
Is the teller's mission?
What is the ultimate source
Of our deepest intuition?
Why does the audience come and
Why did they listen? The blind bard's vision
Why is the story told? What
Is the teller's mission?
What is the ultimate source
Of our deepest intuition?
Why does the audience come and
Why did they listen? The blind bard's vision
The sweetest siren call
That spans time and distance
The poet speaks the building
Blocks of our existence
Who said it's master masons that
Build the base of nations
Without the word there's nothing else
You can't replace it
When all the towers fall
And all the powerful kings crush into dust
Things left there to rust
It's the word, the word, the word carries on
And our thirst give birth to
The search that we on
Seeking solace with myths that promise
If we just give our attention
It will astonish it
A bit of politics, splash of the supernatural
Stitched together by syllables
Weave a tapestry that's broad enough to span
Minds and generations
Still it cannot be touched
By much but contemplation
You want to make a statement?
Better you write a verse
Want to create a nation?
Better recite it first
Preferably epic with no pen
Let the mind collect it
Practise it hundreds of times until it's time
Perfected by the time they write it down
They'll doubt that you're real
'Cause we're great at questioning
Other people's skill
Yet we seek it still, the Mahabharata
Virgil, Milton, Lucretius
The epic of Sundjata
Gilgamesh Committed coffin text, yeah
It's the blind bard we know best
Is it 'cause your word was
Twinned to empires' wings?
Or that we touched something deep within?
'Cause when you boil it down
Beyond mythology and God
You find something That is just so human
Do you not?
A son in search of a father that he has lost
A father trying to get back to
His family at any cost
A woman that's besieged by
Men with bad intentions
And she does not want to be with them
But they won't accept it
'Cause there's men and gods
The pen and it's gob
There's a mind and a mouth that
Spout where you dare not
The poet sings and speaks from
Streets to ancient Greece
Defeat, then is what you meet
If competing is what
You seek Whether the beat or lyre strings
We are leviathans that speak sagas of
This great species of hirelings
Posing like we're highest kings
To get as high as wings of God but we do not
Do nothing but try a thing
The poet sees how the falcons sees
A view from the balcony
No doubting he Pages are a alchemy
And the magician is politician and prophet
Premonition we got it
Television and pocket couple queens
That will keep us going flowing
Yeah, we eat from poems
If the teacher don't speak
How could we keep on knowing?
What these questions to these answers are
Curses and our blessings
Confessions are just how deaf we are
And obsessed with death
Despite all our best attempts
The Odyssean Underworld is the
Best we're left
The same one from the book of the dead
Who the myths
Millennia hasn't put them to bed
Philosophy is not the laws of motion
Logic can't explain emotion
So it makes sense
We come up with some other type of notion
A myth is not a lie
It's a disguise from the truth
So the wise can recite to the youth
If the lines in our rhymes
Are to find any use
It's the tries of our mind
To decipher the clues
Give my mind this thing called living
Season the riddims
Turn of the earth to announce the beginning
Look how we bounce on the riddim
Man could rap about all of the family
Whole of your humanity, whole of the galaxy
You want to talk about cars, that's fine
Yes, you could say it is a chariot
Carried on the wings of the night
Even Zeus don't attack the skies
Where the truth in the chapter lies
I don't know, it's just a fact of life
The search of the journey
Permanent purgatory
Driven a Finca from Inca to Germany
So what you gonna do? You gonna search?
Or gonna stand on the side and rehearse?
There's finding the time since your
Birth is so insignificant
There's barely any worth
Yeah, the heroes, faces are thousands
If you listen you will
Hear what they're shouting
They ain't telling you to
Listen to the doubting
They're trying to get us ready for the outing
But you would swear poets are mortal
But we're not the same I assure you
'Cause we make words and portals
26 letters and we will teleport you
We're not the same, I assure you
26 letters and we will teleport you
Why is the story told? What
Is the teller's mission?
What is the ultimate source
Of our deepest intuition?
Why does the audience come and
Why did they listen? The blind bard's vision
Why is the story told? What
Is the teller's mission?
What is the ultimate source
Of our deepest intuition?
Why does the audience come and
Why did they listen? The blind bard's vision
The blind bard's vision
The blind bard's vision
The blind bard's vision blind bard's vision
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