Baba Brinkman - Insomnia lyrics
[Baba Brinkman - Insomnia lyrics]
It’s 4: 45 and I’m fortified and on track
Awake overnight, a glorified insomniac
I wait for the morning light to make contact
It’s a glorious sight for sore
Eyes as dawn cracks
I’m ignoring it why? My vision’s gone black
It’s time for a long nap, and I’m ready to be
Settled deep in steady sleep
Nestled in feather sheets
I’m already intrigued by what I
See ahead of me
An iridescent beach, a crescent peach moon
A phosphorescent sea stirred by
A western breeze
That carries a pleasant tune
With a resonant beat
From the direction of desert dunes
As I begin to creep
To a crest where a vision looms:
I can see seven priests
And a collection of ruins where
Earth and heaven meet
Sacred temples and tombs where
Spirit's live and breathe
Their holy breath in the rooms
And I watch expectantly
As a ritual resumes but
The head priest removes
His headpiece and beckons to me impatiently
As a second priest prepares a place
For me next to his seat
And I obey his decree
On shaky feet breathlessly
And leave the safety of the beach
In a state of ecstasy
And proceed to the left of
The priest and then stare
As the high priestess descends
The temple stairs
And she’s dressed in expensive layers
From her knees to her chest and
I freeze in her hair
Is a bee’s nest it’s the headpiece she wears
That keeps the rest of them
All meek and scared
I try to be prepared, unaware that she wasn’t
Even comin’ for me, and I would be spared
Then I’m on my feet runnin’
Surrounded by bees buzzin’
I can see the priests covered
In about three dozen
Apiece, with the priestess standin’ above ‘em
Lookin’ like she’s lovin’ every minute of it
For a moment the image hovered
In my vision and doubled
And then the next thing I know
I’m back under my covers
Smothered with sunlight streaming
Through the shutters
Awake overnight, a glorified insomniac
I wait for the morning light to make contact
It’s a glorious sight for sore
Eyes as dawn cracks
I’m ignoring it why? My vision’s gone black
It’s time for a long nap, and I’m ready to be
Settled deep in steady sleep
Nestled in feather sheets
I’m already intrigued by what I
See ahead of me
An iridescent beach, a crescent peach moon
A phosphorescent sea stirred by
A western breeze
That carries a pleasant tune
With a resonant beat
From the direction of desert dunes
As I begin to creep
To a crest where a vision looms:
I can see seven priests
And a collection of ruins where
Earth and heaven meet
Sacred temples and tombs where
Spirit's live and breathe
Their holy breath in the rooms
And I watch expectantly
As a ritual resumes but
The head priest removes
His headpiece and beckons to me impatiently
As a second priest prepares a place
For me next to his seat
And I obey his decree
On shaky feet breathlessly
And leave the safety of the beach
In a state of ecstasy
And proceed to the left of
The priest and then stare
As the high priestess descends
The temple stairs
And she’s dressed in expensive layers
From her knees to her chest and
I freeze in her hair
Is a bee’s nest it’s the headpiece she wears
That keeps the rest of them
All meek and scared
I try to be prepared, unaware that she wasn’t
Even comin’ for me, and I would be spared
Then I’m on my feet runnin’
Surrounded by bees buzzin’
I can see the priests covered
In about three dozen
Apiece, with the priestess standin’ above ‘em
Lookin’ like she’s lovin’ every minute of it
For a moment the image hovered
In my vision and doubled
And then the next thing I know
I’m back under my covers
Smothered with sunlight streaming
Through the shutters