The unworlded

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The sun’s wake up call strikes my face through a hole into my empty tent, ‘cause though here is where my body lays, my head’s somewhere else instead, in a place I remember packed but cold, in some arms I couldn’t feel as home, in some sea that wouldn’t soak me wet, in some church that wouldn’t reach my soul, ‘cause it’s here, with the unworlded and the spared where I feel home. This land I used to think so far away has no webs, no wires, no links, has no light but the moon and stars at night, has no jewels, no crowns, no kings. And I may not be a millionaire, and my friends may wear no gold, but our dreams get fulfilled within the day, and that can’t be broken down or sold, ‘cause it’s here, with the unworlded and the spared, it’s here where I feel home. Here's a toast for the clouds above our heads, and here’s to the ground below our feet, because that’s what we only surely have, and in that’s in what we can believe; so raise your glasses high my friends, and drink up for the coming days, ‘cause it’s here, with the unworlded and the spared, where home will be until we *)(/? ‘cause it’s here, it’s here, with the unworlded and the spared, it’s here where I feel home

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from The birds & the stone, released January 2, 2017
Letra y Música Rafa de la Rubia

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