Cycles Lyrics - R. Carlos Nakai

R. Carlos Nakai Cycles cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1993-11-23
length: 4:07
"It was gonna be a big summer, you know, a big summer
Every one since then too, "A big summer"
"Gonna be a big summer"
Yet, somehow that's never the case, is it?
It's the sprawl of autumn, isn't it?
It's the crunch, where one can never daydream
You know living myths can come true
Sometime it might happen to you
Especially if you live outside of time
Anyway, the rhyme you are about to hear isn't true
But, it isn't false either
Any resemblance between this rhythm poetic exploration
And reality is purely magical, purely magical"

At the end of the world
We was fightin' back with brushes and pens
We decided that the suffering should end
No matter how good it feels
Wooden shields ain't stoppin' bullets
So we dropped those
Quit lyin' to ourselves
Started writin' poems
Got stronger by ourselves
Kinship bein' the hunger that we felt
So we trusted that
Made moves from it
Got busted backs, bruised stomachs
Ruby yacht, whole crew illustrious
We did those stints, tenures, benders
Bent censures, spent ledgers
Unyielding, a taste of they own medicine
Every member is also president
How could you stop what you can't clot, hmm?

"If within the last century
Art conceived as an autonomous activity has come to be invested with
An unprecedented stature
The nearest thing to a sacramental human activity
Acknowledged by secular society
It is because one of the tasks art has assumed is
Making forays into and taking up positions on the frontiers of
Consciousness and reporting back what's there
Being a freelance explorer of spiritual dangers
The artist gains a certain license to behave differently
Matching with singularity of the vocation
They may be decked out
With a suitably eccentric lifestyle, or not
Their job is to invent trophies of experience"

But things go backwards
The wrong people get placards
You get a collection of spatulas, heavy brow lines
Sacrificing down time for the wrong guys' good graces
Shoulda held them aces and betted on self
Eventually we're all just heads on a shelf
Trophies in cupboards, mopey customer
Doping up for a big day again, really it bores me
We're the stuff that's so boring, hijacking stories
Sapping the gold from the blood
MOG started from MUD
Be the first ones to judge

Funny how cycles work, funny how cycles work
Swear I just know my worth, swear I just know my worth
Funny how cycles work, funny how cycles work
Swear I just know my worth, swear I just know my worth
Funny how cycles work, funny how cycles work
Swear I just know my worth, swear I just know my worth
Swear I just know my worth
Funny how cycles work, funny how cycles work
Swear I just know my worth, swear I just know my worth
Funny how cycles work

Peace to the eternal spirit and soul of the grandmaster Jack Whitten
An idea is a work of art
From Chicago, Illinois to Bessamer, Alabama
An idea is a work of art
Peace, peace, peace, peace

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Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Cries
  • 2 Elements
  • 3 Origins
  • 4 Shelter
  • 5 Ritual
  • 6 Creativity
  • 7 Future Past
  • 8 Cycles