Chonga Turf Toch Lyrics

The red sun setting through a milky haze, I have no questions

The stillness of day's end passing duty over to night, dogs barking, I have no questions

Bird's melody, upper frequency of droning insects, car tires on gravel

I have no questions, all seems correct and as it should

But I can't help and comprehend this as all some vivid scheme

Some kind of obtuse lie

Some way of making me fall down on my knees for the thousandth time

And everyday things don't go as they're planned

Things don't look as they seem

My mind can't comprehend what it means to be

Smell the humid air, drink in the luscious green textures

Ethereal sky, unearthly beauty in the tallness of a tree

Vines creeping up in a perfect spiral

Unbelievable is the word that comes to mind, believe it

This is it

This is the inconsolable day, this is the apple to slice into pieces

This is the divine, eternal, endless, endless in its impunity

Endless in its always ending

But I can't help and comprehend this as some vivid scheme

Some kind of obtuse lie

Some way of making me fall down on my knees for the thousandth time

And everyday things don't go as they're planned

Things don't look as they seem

I just can't comprehend what it means to be

Alive! X1000

Endless in its always ending

Endless in its sheer awe

Endless in its always ending

Endless in its eternal beauty

Endless in the delight that opens your eyes wide, wide, wide

Endless in the way it doesn't let you close them ever again

Awe that burns, awe that inspires

Awe that becomes manifesting physically in the pores of my skin

Into whatever and whoever it is my experience permits

Endless in its always ending

Endless in its sheer awe

Endless in the way it burns your skin

Endless in the way it makes you alive

And I say, enough of the rhymes and rhythm

I say, enough references to the past

And I say, no more caricatures pretensions or expectations or models or ideas

Let the hot wax mold me into this moment forever

Let the golden hue entice me into existing fully now

But every time, I turn away

I'm pulled back in, to false reality

But everytime, I quiet down

I'm forced to look into the eyes of sorrow

But every time, it's every time

Every time, again and again, I writhe in sorrow