Field 2

(Intro)

Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing —

There is a field.

I will meet you there.

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(Verse 1)

Not in agreement.
Not in repair.
Not in the careful architecture
of who was right.

We have lived
balancing on a line
drawn in sand —
calling it truth.

Trying to be good.
Trying to belong.

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(Pre-Drop)

But there is a place
before the verdict forms.
Before the mouth prepares defense.
Before the spine goes rigid.

A field.

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(DROP 1)

There is a field.
I will meet you there.

There is a field.
I will meet you there.


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(Verse 2)

In that field
you are not your worst moment.
And I am not mine.

No ledger.
No hierarchy of harm.

Just grass bending
under the weight
of our separate names.

When the soul lies down —
argument forgets its hunger.

Language thins.
Edges blur.

The word “other”
loosens in the mouth.

We think we must solve each other
before we can rest —

but rest
reveals
there was never distance.

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(DROP 2)

There is a field.
We are already there.

There is a field.
We are already there.

No right.
No wrong.

Only meeting.

There is a field.
We are already there.

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Rightdoing and wrongdoing
are maps for the mind.

The field is older.
Wider.
Uninjured.

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(Final Lift)

Identity softens.
The need to win loosens.
The urge to correct
goes quiet.

What remains
is not indifference.

It is intimacy.

A remembering —

We were never standing apart.

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(Outro)

There is a field.
There is a field.

We are already there.

Experimental electronic, somatic downtempo, drop beats, playful syncopation, surprising lifts. Female ethereal vocals