We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Sottovento

from Now O' Clock by Toxine

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      €0.99 EUR  or more

     

lyrics

Picking up the waves will get you there,
no “going to” is needed…
Steps of no length are waiting for your will

Nothing’s remote
No truth to unveil, only truth to hide
Bag of skin is the illusion
the rest is what you really are
And then we like to say: “But this is what has got me goin’ so far.”
Did goin’ goin’ get you to a place to be, yet?

This seems like a home,
but it’s a new protocol,
obscure to the soul.

These dual monologues disguised in dialogues
give loneliness sense
We masters of conclusions fail
to see the one connection
­­­­­translatable into the whole
If I say follow your heart, you’ll rush to categorise,
Convert into dumbness and numbness
wind-talk’s primal talk
Come down to distrust…
…leaving out the way of how you work and are...
…of how it all does.

It reasons, lives and is by itself,
it has a memory of its own
It’s alive, and its face is yours.
If it all is but a being and you’re nothing but its cell…
Then why would you feel so alone? … in mother’s forethought you dwell.
You’re a fractal of the whole,
don’t pretend to be its source;
be the beginner and not the knower.

Susceptible to wind-talk,
know that wind is mute to ego
ever heard by the soul.

Quando parlo non sento la mia voce
ma sento i miei pensieri parlare
E quando penso, invece,
sento i pensieri giocare con la mia voce.
Una miriade di connessioni simultanee di davanti
e di dietro, una sola risposta abbandonata,
in grado di rispondere a tutte le domande poste dall’altro lato.

Doubters laugh to the idea of a whole…
They go: there is no soul! I'm in control!
What I can measure is the world!

Believe that science speaks the words of the world,
but science is never still - it’s ever new -
yet the world is ever so old
- it’s a neurotic in its core…
Knowledge can be a tool for realisation,
if we make it a creed,
we retire and merely succeed:
counting rocks from the sun
This knowledge is a vector
Not knowing where it came from,
its journey hasn’t even begun…

So many findings we see,
there’s but one which lets us be;
Whatever the estimation,
it won't get us to the realisation:
“So above as below; same core...”
So above as below; same core…
Quantums we see, equal marks we ignore.
Some things are felt the more
the less they are seen,
therefore: mind the wind.

credits

from Now O' Clock, released October 1, 2015
Music: S. Turk
Lyrics: T. Toth

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Toxine Slovenia

Tomi Toth: vocals and noises
Samo Turk: guitars, vocals
Žiga Fabbro: saxophone, keyboards, vocals
Erik Čebokli: bass
Aleš Zorec: drums

contact / help

Contact Toxine

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Toxine, you may also like: