Secluded Songtext
von 2U4U

Something in the morning light
Emerges when I seek it
The sweetest briefest
Glimpse
I′ve been imbued with - infused with
My bloods a little warmer in the North
I made a break for the mountains and still traverse this terrain
I followed Karen and Dai they asked me if I spoke Thai
I'm not referring to people I mean I′m personal with tribes
They eyed me up with suspicion an elder took me aside and
Then explained to me briefly that he would act as my guide
I ate papaya and peanut
Sipped roselle from a cup
Went from pardon and please to hong nam yunai and krup
In the presence of peasants I saw my life was a lie and so the fabric
I'd woven was deconstructed in Pai
I used to whisper I was bad under my breath on my bike but now
I meditate in temples in the wavering light
I gazed upon the mural mesmerised by the message
In the weeks and months that passed I gave away my possessions


I was born on Thursday morning that's the year of the mouse and so
I struck the bell unequally to cancel my doubts
I used to flout tradition readily but steadily embraced it
Like the warmest welcome home after a night on the road
We had to flee the mountains quickly they′d have killed us in droves
I took a bus and my bike
Settled down in Kalaw met with Ah Sin Cardima and helped him rescue the poor
I tied the longyi round my waist and shaved my head with head precision
No religion just enlightened ones plus Calum is dead
Smoke banana and tobacco leaves it went to my head
The air was thick with spice I watched the scars on his scalp
He grinned at me with malice so I started to doubt
I saw the moon in the day against the bluest of skies
Youngers overtake at speed I feel they′re ready to die
A rusty dot against the green he lived alone in his hut
He said he didn't have a son his palms were cool to the touch
He needed me to help and I had eyes he could trust
I worked the land for a month
So his chilli could grow
Harvest coffee in the highlands
Eating ban mhi and bô
Sweet potato in the soil
Cocoa grows in the trees
Split the shell and taste the middle
Sip the freshest of tea
I watched a dozen doves descend
They fell to the earth
Iridescent like an angel that had longed to return.
Ancient carvings on the riverbed
My mothers second son
She said she saw me in the distance way before this life had come
Came alive in ′88
But London dulled me so I left
And plus the dreams I used to hold were now eroded by regrets
Flower farmer in my former life I feel that was my calling

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