Heracleion Blues
One of the first things that I ever drew
Was islands where I used to live
It was as if I drew a map
Saw a ghost of who I was...back when
The other morning I woke up and said:
"I just remember the entire language"
I don't know how?
I don't know what's going on?
But I need a piece of paper and a pen
Something rising from the deep
Something my soul used to speak
A memory buried in the sand
Reaching for my trembling hand
Huuuu...Yea..Yeah...HERACLEION...
THIS WHOLE THING BLOWING YOU AWAAAAAY...
Huuuu...Yea..Yeah...HERACLEION
UUU...HUUU...WHEN YOU STARTED TO FIND INFORMATION,
HUUU...THAT MATCHED WHAT I TOLD YOU, HONEY....
HUUU....UUUH...YOU'LL BE AMAZED...
So I drew them on 3 by 5 cards
And began to put English words
Next to some of them
Yes,it looked like ancient writings
Like voices never heard
Its beginning goes back
To about 12th Century BC
A big earthquake led to island being underwater
Buried underneath to the sea
Something rising from the deep
Secrets that the ocean keeps
A city sleeping in the blue
Calling me to tell the truth
How do we know what we've never been taught?
How does a memory survive when it's lost?
Maybe some maps are drawn in the blood,
Maybe some cities rise from the flood

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