Nineteen strings and a drone, can make a wicked king fall from his throne.
A twisted face without a song, everything just comes and goes.
I can hear the sound of freedom, pumpkin power like a shotgun. So bang, bang, bang!
Drifting on my own, nothing to control, entering the unknown, while my boundaries explode. And i can’t seem to find my mind.
Floating all alone, i’m on a rainbow, it goes on and on while i’m wiggling my toes to the sound of nineteen strings.
Nineteen strings I’m coming home. Time to let it grow, let it overflow. A twisted case of skin and bones. I started out with a heart of stone. In the jungle of decisions, (i’ll be free) i hear our ancestors breathing, so breathe in and out!
Drifting on my own, nothing to control, entering the unknown, while my boundaries explode. And i can’t seem to find my mind.
Floating all alone, i’m on a rainbow, it goes on and on while i’m wiggling my toes to the sound of nineteen strings.
I was the walrus, showed up for an audition, mystic intuition, weeping six string precision.
Chanting Radhe Shyam!
Around and around to the sound of nineteen strings.
Written by: Antonio Nunez Crespo, KARL THOMAS RUNDQVIST, Luzmaria Gonzalez Marcos, Steffan Rundqvist
