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SELECTED WORKS
High Up In The Sky
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OVERVIEW
High Altitude, Mild Paranoia, and “Café con Pan”
I was hiking solo in the Rockies. Thin air, clear lakes, and the occasional reminder that mountain lions also enjoy scenic overlooks. Somewhere between checking over my shoulder and pretending I wasn’t, a Venezuelan rhythm started looping in my head. “Café con pan.” Bright. Insistent. Completely out of place in all that cold air. I started imagining it played with a little Nirvana-style disregard for politeness. This was the result.
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LYRICS
High up in this sky I feel the weight of you
I see the face of truth
Far from all the towns and lost souls in their caves
I touch the earth to cherish life I have to lose
Despite broken and bruised
I sacrifice this sound for all your holy ways
There’s something I want to say but it’s too much, it is
There’s something I want to say: Take me high
High up in this sky and buried in these stones
A past from times unknown
A window to a world where no scroll conquered man
A thousand years have passed and people still believe
That prophets part the seas
But up here in your sky your truth shines, clear as day
There’s something I want to say but it’s too much, it is
There’s something I want to say: Take me high
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