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God's Garden

from Departure by Emiliana

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What am I looking at?
This doesn’t make any sense
Rationale will fall so flat when you’re peeking through God’s fence.
So I will clear my mind
And I will cross this sacred line

I’M SPIRIT, SO ARE YOU
LISTEN, LISTEN FOR WHAT’S REALLY TRUE
I’M MORE THAN THIS TRY
I KNOW, I KNOW WE WERE MEANT TO FLY
I’M GOD, YOU’RE GOD TOO
BE HERE, BE HERE; LOVE LIKE I LOVE YOU
I’M MORE THAN THESE BONES
I KNOW, I KNOW WE ARE HEADED HOME

The air is heavier here—colors hum and I know no fear
Sounds intertwine and pierce my eyes—my fuzzy mind and I know no lies
My ears let me taste perfection—my tears fall in a new direction
God, your backyard is something else! I’ve found you and I’ve lost myself

I run in circles where veins purple and knuckles clench at God’s mere mention like, fuck a knife I can cut this tension with my life. I will if you want. Please, put me to the test. You can kill me, I’ve got insurance with the best. Don’t you dare jump to conclusions about my prayers or delusions while you sit firmly entrenched your own. See, I didn’t give in and decide to live in a bubble of technicality that troubled my personality just because some guys before me said it was the right one. I respect and honor the billions of years of ordered anarchy that wired my monkey brain to the same grid as the light in my heart and I will say thank you by bending these ribs apart to help fight the dark that swirls around us. Look! Messages get muddled when they’re smuggled through a smog of human ignorance, a fog of human dissonance, so I decided to go straight to the source and let the words of wise men run their course on me and me alone. Not to be misconstrued like playing telephone. I know that trust is the name of the game so I let those wise words settle like dust in the rain. See, I channeled my Mark Twain and I made God in my image. I trust myself enough to know that all the ancients pointed towards the same flow that pulls us slow and steady through this waking reality. I’m aware now, here. In God’s back garden. Because I found fear under my soul’s hardened exterior and I tossed it out. Deciding that, if we all have our own demons… why can’t we customize our angels too? Why must we follow through with every outdated line from the faded pages of an archeological find? Paint your life with God’s brush but please, use your own touch.
PAINT YOUR LIFE WITH GOD’S BRUSH
BUT PLEASE USE YOUR OWN TOUCH
USE YOUR OWN TOUCH

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from Departure, released June 12, 2017

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Emiliana Houston, Texas

We're a 4 piece indie/rock band from Houston, Texas.

Vocals: Danny Lozano
Guitar: Peter Flores
Drums: John McKirahan
Bass: Chris Walzel

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