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historian himself – bagheera كلمات اغاني

sing your songs of hollow women, jewellery and robes
i’ll be dug down in the mud with them turtles and toads
and oh, how we’ll croak

a ballad for the bonsai, still growing slow
weathering many storms, its roots reaching deeper ’til it splits the stones
primordial, arboreal, historical chronicles, the crumbling of foundations
a ghost from an old cave which came to slaughter your god and desecrate your temple
see that what your greed breeds is vengeful
a breath of fresh death to y’all
from the forest’s dark heart still seeking with the tendrils
and speaking with the deepest shadows of the mind
i’ll be hanging in the rainfall, tangled in vines
with the nocturnal creatures that climb this golden spine
all things interwoven, unholy and sublime
there on the edge of the forest you may find
a broken old statue you can speak to
and when it greets you:

pleased to meet you
the world doesn’t need you
you should walk into the forest and let the birds and beasts eat you
pleased to meet you
the world doesn’t need you
you should walk into the forest and let the birds and beasts eat you
pleased to meet you
the world doesn’t need you
you should walk into the forest and let the birds and beasts eat you

the unseen one watching from the leaves
and pleased to eat the lungs and bury the rest of the wreckage
ambushed from all directions
and the slain were collected in a deathly midden mound with every carc-ss found headless
remember, there’s always serpents lurking in the chamber of treasures
so when i worship in the church of the forest, none similar feathered
he who flocks far from birds of fair weather
indeed there comes time when ties must be severed
and i dwell beneath a confusing profusion of roots reaching heavenward
watching leaves unfurl in the equatorial steam by a whispering stream
i opened eyes as the son of an aboriginal eve
wreathed in coral reefs on a volcanic island climbing out of the sea
pigment shift green
and i sleep in the moss with helodermatid venom glands developing in my jaw
see i came to awaken that ancient jungle in your hearts
and feed the hungry leopards by letting them tear you apart
reverse that cl-ssic story that echoed old lore
in which bagheera taught mowgli to fear shere khan’s roar
and the man-cub stalked with a spear and a torch
junglecat-quiet across the dark forest floor

remember, there’s always serpents lurking in the chamber of treasures

i’ll be hanging in the rainfall, tangled in vines
i’ll be hanging in the rainfall, tangled in vines

pleased to meet you
the world doesn’t need you
you should walk into the forest and let the birds and beasts eat you

- historian himself

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