Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cosmic Order, artist - Akira the Don. Album song This Is a Mysterious Planet and We Are Mysterious Beings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.04.2020
Record label: Living In The Future
Song language: English
Cosmic Order |
This notion that out of death |
Comes life |
Becomes a very important theme |
In the later |
Religions of the world |
«He who loses his life» |
«Shall find it» |
Is a spiritualization |
Of this idea |
Then |
When the |
First cities appear |
In Mesopotamia |
About 3000 B. C |
Large communities grow up |
Based on agriculture |
Planting has to take place at a certain time |
Reaping, a certain time |
And there are professional priests watching the heavens |
To know when those times were |
When those times came |
And those men became aware |
Of the movement of the planets |
Through the fixed stars |
And they calculated and recognized that these planets were moving in |
mathematically inevitable courses |
And the idea came into being |
Men became aware |
Of the movement of the planets |
Through the fixed stars |
Of a cosmic order |
Of mathematical |
Precision |
Men became aware |
Of the movement of the planets |
Through the fixed stars |
The neighbors now |
Were the stars |
And the planets |
On and on |
As the day comes and goes |
The year comes and goes |
The eons come and go |
And the whole society must go into accord |
With that |
This idea that the human society should reproduce the heavenly order comes in |
The neighbors now |
Were the stars |
And this |
Still lives with us |
In our religions |
All of our religions have inherited |
This motive |
From the old Babylonian world |
It went out with the higher civilizations |
To India |
To China |
Even across the Pacific |
To Mexico and Peru |
And you see these great towers, these great temple towers |
That represent |
The mountain of the world |
It’s the axis of the world around which the world turns |
As it does around the pole star |
The whole world |
And society |
And the individual in it |
Are like the planets |
Moving |
In a great course |
And society |
And the individual in it |
Are like the planets |
Moving |
In a great course |
Men became aware |
Of the movement of the planets |
Through the fixed stars |
Of a cosmic order |
Of mathematical |
Precision |
Men became aware |
Of the movement of the planets |
Through the fixed stars |
The neighbors now |
Were the stars |
And the planets |
Now in the 1920s |
Sir Leonard Woolley, excavating in the graveyards of Ur |
Found graves |
In which there were thirty |
And forty people buried |
All of them in court |
Attire |
Who had been buried |
Alive |
When the King |
Died |
Or was killed |
At a certain time |
In the movement of the planets |
When the Moon goes down |
And the planet Venus along with the Moon |
That was the end of an eon |
The King and his entire court |
Walked |
Into |
The grave |
They were playing |
A game |
Just as the hunters |
Were imitating animals |
Just as the planting people were imitating plants |
So the high civilizations began |
With princely |
Aristocratic |
Little groups |
Imitating the stars |
To the death |
Going all the way |
The whole court, at the end of an eon |
Went in the grave |
So that another court |
Could come |
Men became aware |
Of the movement of the planets |
Through the fixed stars |
Of a cosmic order |
Of mathematical |
Precision |
Men became aware |
Of the movement of the planets |
Through the fixed stars |
The neighbors now |
Were the stars |
And it’s a very poetic thing really |
The little girls who played the harps |
We have these harps |
They have been excavated and restored |
These little skeleton hands |
The girls' hands, were still on the harp strings |
The women |
In one of the graves had |
Golden hair ribbons |
One girl didn’t have |
Her golden hair ribbon on |
It was found |
In her pocket |
She had been late for the party |
And hadn’t had time to put her ribbon on |
Well now, we don’t do that anymore |
That kind of action |
Has fallen |
Into desuetude |
Nevertheless |
The king still wears the golden crown of the sun |
The sense has gone yet the poetry somehow |
Echoes |