Lisa Gerrard, Pieter Bourke & Alma Novaes
Six of hearts, six of diamonds
And a shooting star
I walk with the deck inside,
Inside of me I growl
Hoping to wake up
- Waking up and leaving yourself in the dream,
That might as well be
From the Six of Cups
From the six of clubs,
From the six of diamonds to the four!
Only in the portrait of our past!
You shuffle me, you confuse me
I spent the 4 of spades sleeping
Waiting, crying and
feeling sorry for myself.
The tower came years ago
Blessed Tower
To get me out of the dungeon
in which I have put myself.
Oh, hanging for you
Hanging by it
and the trial
Will dictate the end of torment
But before the Five of Spades
The Seven of Swords Worn Out
Mutilated, mutilated
Crowd rubbing hands
glad of my suffering.
And the Two of Wands promises
But it never comes
Looking at the horizon
Drawing the
Mount Zion,
Giving up what you are,
Leaving for others
places, hemispheres,
mysteries of God,
Of the angels, of the archangels
And my ancestors
(Come back to you no more)
and so many other places
That are like the places
Daniel Faria's misplaced
and Pedro Mexia
And they strangers in me
You know better than I do
That's the six of cups the star
The Six of Pentacles: Reciprocity
And why not say it
'Cause there's a message from angels
The Triumphant Six of Wands
That brings me blessings
That take me away
From the Six of Cups
that no longer comes.
Mission Cancelled
aborted by free will
that I don't control
As I cry
I feel the solace
To have souls waiting for me
and for them I keep the sacrifice,
The spirit of mission! Not me!
I don't cancel appointments
I do not accept the impositions of others
My destiny is the car,
That seven after the six
Of my pain and my waiting
From my sword
Who only controls herself
Queen of Hearts and Clubs,
Queen of Diamonds and Spades
Priestess and Empress
And even emperor of me!
No Aries, no cavities
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