1. |
Leeches
02:05
|
|
||
|
Got too many leeches crawlin on my shoes
Got too many leeches crawlin on my shoes
Got so many leeches that I don't know what to do
Get em off, just get em off
Got too many leeches hangin on my clothes
Got too many leeches hangin on my clothes
Got so many leeches that I don't know where to go
Get em off, just get em off
Where's the salt? Where's the matches?
I'm gonna burn these bastards down to ashes
Get em off, just get em off
Got too many leeches suckin on my skin
Got too many leeches suckin on my skin
Got so many leeches that I don't know where to begin
Get em off, just get em off
Get em off, just get em off
Get em off
|
||||
2. |
Day 8, Still No Yeti
02:30
|
|
||
3. |
At the Temple
04:02
|
|
||
|
Well, the prayer wheels were turning at the temple
The smell of incense was heavy in the air
And the monks were all chanting a tune that felt so familiar
And when I close my eyes and sing it, it takes me back there
And they sang Om mani padme hum
Om mani padme hum
Om mani padme hum
Up at the temple, they gave me a song
Well I wondered aloud if I'd like living at the temple
I wondered if there were some answers that I might find
Wondered if all of this thinking might somehow be harmful
But if nothing is permanent, then neither's my mind
So I sang Om mani padme hum
Om mani padme hum
Om mani padme hum
Down at the temple, they gave me a song
My credit's no good but my karma ain't bad
I'm a buffalo roaming the hills
And all this soul searching might come to an end
If I could just keep my mind still
Om mani padme hum
Om mani padme hum
Om mani padme hum
The jewel in the lotus gave me a song
So we sang Om mani padme hum
Om mani padme hum
Om mani padme hum
Up at the temple, they gave me song
|
||||
4. |
The View From Sarangkot
03:38
|
|
||
5. |
Those Eyes
04:06
|
|
||
|
Brought some goods up to Mustang to trade
Tibetan wool and a drum to play
Always following the middle way
And always followed by the Buddha's gaze
Circumstances led me back to the plains
I found Lumbini underwater with rain
But no god would let that city drown
With those eyes following me around
Those eyes follow me around
Straight up to heaven from the lonely ground
They watch in silence as I float on down
Those eyes follow me around
And as I'm walking through the gates of Lo
Or wandering comfortably on this plateau
Those eyes are watching me wherever I go
From Kathmandu on down to Ohio
With these two ears I'll listen to the trees
And with this mouth I'll finally learn to breathe
With this guitar I'll move the speed of sound
With those eyes following me around
Those eyes follow me around
Straight up to heaven from the lonely ground
They watch in silence as I float on down
Those eyes follow me around
|
||||
6. |
Dog vs. Monkey
03:03
|
|
||
7. |
The Enlightened One
04:31
|
|
||
|
Modern day religions
They make no sense to me
They lock you in their prisons
And tell you that you're free
And I'd become so vain again, vain again, I could
Not hear myself think
I'd walk out in the rain again, rain again
Just to get myself a drink
But then the enlightened one showed me
No matter what you believe
When you're on top of the world, baby
It's a miracle just to breathe
I was a man of silence
I was a man of dreams
But only men of violence
Had the loudest screams
I found myself alone again, alone again, wondering
Just where did I go wrong?
Could someone point me home again, home again
Or was I too far gone?
But then the enlightened one showed me
No matter what you believe
When you're on top of the world, baby
It's a miracle just to breathe
|
||||
8. |
Sunfall/Rainshine
05:31
|
|
||
9. |
Annapurna
05:57
|
|
||
|
Annapurna
I'm climbing closer
|
||||
10. |
|
|||
Gino Brann Busan, South Korea
Singer/songwriter based out of Busan, Korea.
Gino Brann recommends:
The Faustian Bargain
by Wayfarer State
Thoughtful traveling music by an old soul with a fresh voice.
go to album
Anathema (2012)
by Gordon Bazsali Jr.
Music without boundaries that takes the listener on a journey with many unexpected but interesting sites on the way.
go to albumIf you like Gino Brann, you may also like:
The alias of composer, singer, and guitarist Steph Yates, Cots deliver hushed and richly textured chamber pop songs.
go to album
A delicate and ethereal album, gracefully blending dreamy melodies with hushed guitar & introspective lyrics.
go to album
Grammy-nominated avant-pop artist strikes up an effortless dialogue between quiet-storm R&B, orchestral chamber pop, jazz, and folk.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 17, 2023
go to album
