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  1. Sand

From the recording Sand

Lyrics

SAND

He’s aching,
Wants to be part of it.
It’s ongoing,
Nothing ever seems to fit.
He gazes forlornly,
Tired of his empty heart.

We’re moving,
Rushing on and on but do we,
Ever stop, to think,
About what we want, but should we…
Be without our beliefs,
Coz aren’t they …… just like sand.

Enclose it and you will see,
It becomes like rock,
Going nowhere.
And when you smash your ‘me’,
Well our walls,
Are no longer there.

It’s peak hour,
The crowd starts to move in.
The DJ speaks,
And so we make more din.
It surrounds us covering,
Our whole world with crushing hands.

Enclose it and you will see,
It becomes like rock,
Going nowhere.
And when you smash your ‘me’,
Well our walls,
Are no longer there.

So if you start believing in your heart’s true inner calling,
You just might approach a stranger to share a Monday morning.
And when we start to notice the beauty in existence,
Man we just might catch ourselves begin losing resistance.
So we finally listen, share our blocked emotions,
Laugh at our stupidity and marvel at our notions.
And damn if we just might hold hands,
and act like unblocked sand,
To flow down a river…
Become a mountain…
Or catch the wind…
And fly free… …
… … … … … … …

Music & lyrics – Harii Bandhu

Sand Musician Credits:--- Harii Bandhu: Vocals, Backing vocals, Steel String guitar, Rhodes piano. // Geir Gunnarsson: Drums, Mellotron, Treated guitars. // Chris Nelson Lane: Bamboo & Irish Flutes. // Miguel Latah: Percussion. // Amanda Chekkaot: Rainstick & Alsihad. // Jason Varlet: 5 String Bass. // Mark Webber: Electric guitars. // Moses Jones: Hammond Organ. // Raoul Lundquist: Synthesizer. // Strings arranged by Geir Gunnarsson, performed by The Utopian String Orchestra, Conducted by Hector Immanuel Plaskoff, featuring Charlotte "Yo MaMa" Winslade as Principal Cellist.