Moon Dance
Lunar Liberation: A Dance with Desires and Lost Senses
Lyrics
I make myself blush
I am causing myself to blush.
Looking pretty when I moon dance
I appear attractive when I perform a moon dance.
And my pelvis swings
My pelvis is swaying back and forth.
Front and back yea
The movement involves both front and back motions.
I think I'm possessed, or is this
I feel like I'm either possessed or experiencing an intense obsession.
An obsession at its best
This obsession is at its peak or optimum.
Cus I'm better when I'm camouflaged
I am more capable or comfortable when I'm concealed or disguised.
Been so very naughty
I have behaved in a naughty or disobedient manner.
But I let my god be the judge and jury
I rely on my perception of God as the ultimate judge and jury for my actions.
For the time he saw me broken down
This refers to a specific moment when God witnessed my vulnerability or weakness.
Pleasures aren't enough
Pleasures alone are insufficient to fulfill the longing for peace of mind.
To satisfy when you're desperate
Desperation accompanies the search for contentment.
For some peace of mind
Yearning for a state of calmness or tranquility.
Melodies are the remedies yeah
Music or tunes act as solutions or cures.
Melodies are my remedies
The speaker finds solace in melodies.
That's how all the miseries end
This is how all the speaker's miseries come to an end.
Miseries aren't mine anymore
The speaker no longer claims ownership of the miseries.
I've lost all 5 senses yea
The speaker feels a loss of all five senses.
Luna drives me lunatic
The moon, symbolized as Luna, is driving the speaker to madness.
I know angelic hands
The speaker recognizes the influence of angelic hands for protection.
On top keep me safe but I'm at odds
Despite the protection, there is a sense of conflict or contradiction.
Dizzy like a dead man walking yea
Feeling disoriented, akin to a lifeless person walking.
There's no blood running through
There is a lack of vitality, no blood is flowing.
Not a pulse, and I'm pretty positive
The speaker is sure about the absence of a pulse.
Of the innocence that I once had
A reflection on the lost innocence of the speaker's past.
My pelvis getting static
The pelvis is experiencing static, a discomfort or disturbance.
But I let Luna do her black magic
Despite the discomfort, the speaker lets Luna perform her magic.
Cus there's nothing left to go wrong
With everything already in disarray, there's nothing left to go wrong.
I'm already torn to pieces
The speaker acknowledges being torn to pieces.
Now I put the past where it belongs
The past is consciously placed in its proper place.
Melodies are the remedies yeah
Music or tunes continue to serve as remedies.
Melodies are my remedies
The speaker finds comfort and healing in melodies.
That's how all the miseries end
This is how the speaker's miseries come to an end.
Miseries aren't mine anymore
The miseries no longer belong to the speaker.
I've lost all 5 senses yea
The speaker senses a loss of all five senses.
Luna drives me lunatic
Luna, the moon, is causing the speaker to become insane.
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