Tomas
Journey
A sensory stroll through poetry, composition and visual expressiveness
Don't sell out
To the sweetness of the sound
A never-ending search
For a note that can't be found
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They've done it all before
A million times and more
Another riff a chord
A verse of "love-forever-more"
You wring it out
Squeeze it out every drop that it has
But lying on your deathbed
Your conscience will begin to unfold
Crude assumptions will take hold
But a stranger’s face will be all that’s left to behold
And you’ll have no choice but to weigh up all that you’ve pawned
And here I am
The hypocrite I go by name
The slayer of all things good
And in front of you I stand accused
And here I am
The plagiarist I'm known by shame
The lover of all
Beloved I'm told
And here I am
The hypocrite I go by name
The slayer of all things good
And in front of you I stand accused
And here I am
The plagiarist I'm known by shame
The lover of all
Beloved I'm told
A deafening cacophony
Is the daily routine
Overpowering our neighbour
Is the soundtrack theme
You divide me
We become one
Merge into me
Merge into one
A subtle hint of a rye smile
Curled up under brown eye
A flashing glint of a white fang
To bring out my darker side
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You divide me
We become one
Merge into me
Merge into one
An eastern culture merged
To a western world
All neatly dressed and aspire
To be well behaved
But black we all are inside
And outside
And pride we wear as a bright badge
On our tanned hides
You divide me
We become one
Merge into me
Merge into one
You divide me
We become one
You become me
We merge into one
Special thanks to Nissan Palma and Yavin Ben-Reshef for creating the visual arts on Smell the Earth
and special thanks to Dror Artzi, Aranio Nay and Liran Lynton for the live photography
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