Lost in Translation

Journey of Discovery: Lost in Translation by Archer Monk
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Lyrics

I can see that full moon risin' I can almost hold it in my hand

I can see the rising full moon, almost touch it.

Makes me recollect the time we first met someone somewhere had a plan

Recalling the time of our first meeting, feeling a sense of destiny.

Like peas in a pod like beams of light thick as thieves don't you know

Close and connected like peas in a pod, united and inseparable.

What's lost in translation can be found hanging out below

Things lost in communication can be understood when looked at closely.


Well you had no idea who I was babe did not know what we might become

You had no knowledge of who I was; our future was uncertain.

We met hanging off the end of a plank with a fist full a Haitian rum

We met under unusual circumstances, hanging off a plank with Haitian rum.

We saw some birds flying overhead and we knew we was close to land

Seeing birds, a sign of nearing land, symbolizing hope.

What's lost in translation can be found buried in the sand

Understanding what seemed lost in translation, buried like secrets in the sand.


The pages they fall before me while the ink still ain't dry

Pages fall, questions arise with unfinished thoughts.

I keep on asking these questions of why oh why?

Persistently questioning the reasons behind events.


We left our institutions left them in the dust

Abandoning established norms and systems, leaving them behind.

We heard about this solution of freedom or bust

Exploring the concept of freedom, even at the risk of failure.

There's plenty of time to settle down plenty of lawns to mow

Time to settle down, yet choosing the open road and adventure.

What's lost in translation can be found on the open road

Discovering what was lost in translation on the journey.


So we lit off all our fireworks drained off all our supplies

Using up resources, facing criticism but believing in wisdom.

Someone said that we weren't smart enough but we figured that we was wise

Living in the future while the present fades, dwelling in regret.

To live in the future while the present dies you're sleeping in a house of regret

Falling pages, persistent questions even when the ink is dry.

What's lost in translation can be found when the last sun sets

Continuing the quest, searching for meaning as the sun sets.


The pages they fall before me while the ink still is dry

Repeating the cycle of falling pages and unanswered questions.

I keep on asking these questions of why oh why?

Persistent questioning, seeking understanding in the face of uncertainty.


Do we do what we do babe when everything's been done before

Reflecting on actions when everything seems repetitive.

We fly through the skies with unopened eyes keep on wanting more

Flying through life with open eyes, always desiring more experiences.

More of this and more of that just keep on piling it high

A desire for abundance, accumulating experiences and possessions.

What's lost in translation can be found the day you die

Understanding what's lost in translation as one approaches death.

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