MONKEY ISLAND | LYRICS

CANABIA DISCORDIA

Canabia
Canabia
Discordia
Canabia

To you we raise the smoke into the sky
Into the dark sky that smellls like sun
Into the dark sky that smells like life that never dies
Into the clouds that breathe the smoke in and exhale.

We are the children of a world we don't understand
We are the children of a world we didn't create
We are the children
We have a power we cannot name
We do not believe, but still we follow, follow, follow

Follow the smoke through the tunnel and out the light
Follow the soft edges of consciuosness through the tunnel and out the light
Follow the smoke, smells like life that never dies
Follow the goddess, her brutal alluring (improv) beauty

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(Improv): discordia, historia, the storia is told ,

We are the children of a world we didn't create
We are the children
No longer
Children of our world

FURTHER DOWN THE LOST HIGHWAY

(from an improvisation)

Sometimes I play on the edge of the road
Watching the moon music spiral out into the desert
You can see the notes in the desert they are clear and blue
You can see the paths in the notes in the sky when I close my eyes
Its like sandcastles blown by the wind
Every moment just as real as the next.

We pretende we were running away from home
Pretended we were being chased by the cops
Every new place a hideway
Just one more spot we could never return to
We hopped on rocks, hopped from rock to rock
Pretending we were pirates

If I should be a child again, who will look after my estate?
I have aquired memories: paper, plastic, I cannot throw away.
I have aquired dust under the rug
Who will throw away my estate?
Pack it up in boxes, burn my estate
If I should choose to ride,
Ride the branching highway

Ride, ride the branching highway
Till it branches into infinity
And I am no more alive than the highway ride ride the branching highwya
Ride the branchin highway,
Till the light reflects of the road
Into the windshield
Burning my eyes
Ride, ride the branching highway

Branch off the road and branch off again
Until you can no longer return to the original road
Everything is quiet
There are no other cars
You lost them a long time ago
You lost the blacktop and the pavement
You lost the street signs
At night it is so dark all you can see are headlights
Headlights and dust
Headlights and dust clouds of dust swirling
Red clouds billowing
Red clouds around the windows
You don't care you've ran away
You live day to day, you no longer eat
Feels like the windows have become your eyes
Feels like the seats have become your legs
Feels like the wheels have become your feet
And still the highway branches

Ride ride the branching highway …