L.I.G.H.T. - Ambugala Lyrics and Video
Oda: (For our friend,
Toshihiko Oda)
Toshihiko Oda)
I guess I never felt a longing like this.
I’m stranded alone with out your comforting
presence.
presence.
A soul mate but one of a different tense.
A bond like those of the same descendence.
So how have I gone so far?
Without facing our unescapable fate?
This ending still doesn’t fit in place.
I’ve never known another like you.
I regret the troubles we had to go through.
I crack a smile at your innocent attitude.
Oda.
I refuse to let this be lost.
This is a friendship worth more than any cost.
These are memories that could never be tossed.
Our separation is not permanent, it is simply a
pause.
pause.
Unclean: (Regarding religious leaders who are too
focused on money.)
focused on money.)
Feed the hungry mess.
Eyes pigment shine green.
Always giving more, never ever giving less.
If not, the soul remains unclean.
Sins painted with false colors of love,
Ultimately signifying what’s wrong is right.
Wonder if the religion is so tight?
And I’m understanding,
That it’s not the light.
Dividing love, giving more to the higher class.
Through gates the most donator is easier to
pass.
pass.
Who’s the miser with so much sass,
To indoctrinate such thoughts to eternally
last?
last?
Breaking the truth like a piece of glass.
Changing the word church to crass.
They’re cutting down hope like a long blade of
grass.
grass.
Who’s the miser with so much sass…
To let such lies..blow straight out his ass,
successfully splitting up the mass?
successfully splitting up the mass?
Inner Peace: (About the
misunderstanding and maltreatment of the Homeless)
misunderstanding and maltreatment of the Homeless)
Inconsiderate of the man inside of the box.
Shelters are all too filled,
So I found myself a clean piece of sidewalk.
Chilly winds, pebbles, and broken glass
Are the frame and mattress
Jack would sure warm my chest, right now
Because I can’t even get a moment’s rest
Nobody could spare me a dollar
My stomach is talking and saying it’s getting
smaller.
smaller.
Nobody could spare me a dollar.
“You’ll just spend it on liquor,” says the
spoiled brat
spoiled brat
Driving away in that pretty Lexus.
I just want to wait for,
I just want to wait for my sun.
I just want some inner,
I just want some inner peace.
The only serenity I can get,
You’re telling me I can’t have that too.
Well, try enduring
The conditions this society puts me through.
Projections of their intentions,
Objections to my soul’s direction
My explanation can be so diverse:
No family, insanity, no security, born into
poverty.
poverty.
Nobody could spare me a dollar.
My stomach is talking and saying it’s getting
smaller.
smaller.
Nobody could spare me a dollar.
“You’ll just spend it on liquor,” says the
spoiled brat
spoiled brat
Driving away in that pretty Lexus.
I just want to wait for,
I just want to wait for my sun.
I just want some inner,
I just want some inner peace.
Concern: (Results from
being questioned and questioning one’s self and beliefs)
being questioned and questioning one’s self and beliefs)
Can anyone find someone that is lost?
I continue the journey.
Yet I begin to fear the cost.
Warm salty streams running down,
Hardening a teeth clenched frown.
Supersaturating the costume displaying the
frown.
frown.
These realizations they just can’t be drowned.
It’s so easy to hide, just leave the witness
alone.
alone.
If more understood the morbid emotions,
The answers just might be a little more
tangible.
tangible.
It’s so easy to hide when pain is so potent.
Concern seems to be the virus.
Is this when we give up to become pious?
That is a path which I’ve
Meandered through and through.
No answer is correct.
No sign is proven true.
Somewhat hard to accept
A riddle without any end
Can anyone help me find life again?
It all sounds so easy to blend in.
To begin just stop thinking.
I know it all sounds so easy.
Well, what is wrong with me?
Wild Flowers: (Reactions to bullying)
They spit on the pedals.
The liquid evaporates.
And they chop at the stem.
But it means nothing to them.
Their dark repressing shadows,
Cannot shield that distinct pigment,
Because the creation seems to burrow,
In the light that it swallows whole.
They try to crush it,
Now it’s taller.
They try to kill it,
Now it’s stronger.
They try to ignore it,
And it shines brighter.
They try to hide it,
And it spreads farther.
Who is the Boss? (1):
(This is a reaction to those who frown
upon different ideas. Thankful for the freedom of speech and right to question
authority, which are very valuable rights. Pro-democracy!)
upon different ideas. Thankful for the freedom of speech and right to question
authority, which are very valuable rights. Pro-democracy!)
Everyone is a victim of exploitation.
Not only in ours, but in other nations.
Their forced blind fold from our all-knowing
media.
media.
Too many accept and don’t question the
propaganda.
propaganda.
No democracy, we’re not allowed to understand.
Any disagreement requires a slap on the hand.
If not from the honest law or honest government
Then from a blind folded closed-minded friend.
Barricades of what’s right and what’s wrong
Incarcerate my thoughts,
Hoping that I won’t be me for too long.
They can take my life
And they can beat my flesh and bones,
But they can never take my mind,
Because that’s what I own.
But, am I the owner?
Looks like this war isn’t over soldier.
Go find and detach each land mine,
I want you to be bolder!
If one happens to blow,
I could become a conformer.
I follow my own mind.
I’ll give more than another rhyme.
I’ve decided to take the time,
To give more help than I could find.