Lyrics
I’m tied,
I am emotionally connected or restrained,
(to) night drives.
To nocturnal journeys.
Thoughtathon,
A continuous stream of thoughts,
Archives.
Stored in the archives of the mind.
This one’s for Baba Budan,
Dedicated to Baba Budan,
7 beans, through Hindustan.
Symbolizing a journey with seven beans across Hindustan.
And this one for Anna Marie,
A tribute to Anna Marie,
Pompidou the The Uffizi.
Mentioning Pompidou and The Uffizi, possibly cultural references.
People mix and people move,
People interact and relocate,
And others simple disapprove.
While others simply disapprove.
But how will your masters discipline you,
Questioning how authority figures will control or punish,
When we dance beyond their field of view.
When individuals dance beyond their scrutiny.
Home time,
Returning home is pointless,
Is futile.
And a futile concept.
Optionless,
Without options,
Lifestyle.
A constrained way of life.
When you get
When you reach
To customs checks,
Customs checks,
Holding hands
Holding hands becomes tense,
Hold your breath.
And you hold your breath.
How do we
Questioning how to
ignore the deaths?
Ignore the deaths,
How are we
And why we are
so bereft,
So bereft of empathy
Of empathy
For those who flee?
for those that flee?
We fortify our borders aggressively!
We Arm our borders heavily!
But how will our future generations
But how will our children
Judge or validate us,
ratify us,
When our excuses are excessive?
With excuses so superfluous?
I am emotionally connected or restrained,
I’m tied,
To nocturnal journeys.
(to) night drives.
A continuous stream of thoughts,
Thoughtathon,
Stored in the archives of the mind.
Archives.
Returning home is pointless,
Home time,
And a futile concept.
Is futile.
Without options,
Optionless,
A constrained way of life.
Lifestyle.
I pulled the van,
I pulled the van,
Onto the sand,
Onto the sand,
Just beyond the Rio Grande.
Just beyond the Rio Grand.
Officers with boots and guns,
Officers with boots and guns,
Activate their lights for everyone.
Put their lights on everyone.
Portraying a glimpse of the challenges faced,
It’s just a taste of what is faced,
By those who march,
By those who march,
By those displaced.
By those displaced,
Questioning how history will remember or praise you?
How will your history eulogise you?
Fences, borders, walls—all reminiscent of the past.
Fences, borders, walls all deja vu.
Reiterating the theme of barriers and separation.
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