some music repairs.
it lets you take your thoughts into your hands, and puts them into perspective.

it rejuvenates.


..as a child's silent prayer,
my hope hides in disguise
while satellites and cameras watch from the skies.

an acid drop of rain
recycled from the sea-
it washed away my shadow,
burnt a hole in me.

and all the king's men
cannot put it back again.

but the ghetto sun
will nurture life
and mend my soul

The big wheel
keeps on turning
on a simple line
day by day.

the earth spins
on its axis
one man struggles
while another relaxes..

hymn of the big wheel, massive attack.


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