Phraya nakhon caves

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Erik Hårdstedt

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They're moving in without a doubt in Phraya nakhon caves
Refugees from first world zones , contemporary slaves
They're hoping for a sanctuary where time is moving slow
The humid climate underground will help their beards to grow
Flakes of sunlight tumbling down in Phraya nakhon cave
used as means of trading goods and kept in crystal safes
They're attacking Chinese tourist groups with arrows and with bows
To produce an aphrodisiac powder from their toes
Their leader was a man from Greece with messianic claims
He said he'd seen the northern light and then he heard the name
Of a cape that one could only reach by surfing tidal waves
The light gave him the coordinates to the Phraya nakhon caves
Limestone peaks look down in awe at the entrance to the hall.
Ragged in their youthful way they rise up from the shore
At night their dreams are dancing to the beat of falling drops
They nurse the clans of langurs on the Phraya nakhon tops
They were waiting, waiting waiting for the great eclipse
They were waiting, waiting ,waiting for the great eclipse
The shadows from the outside world projected on the walls
Grew wiser than the refugees and turned them into thralls
In time they signed a treaty where the thralls could choose the names
And the named ones could philosophy while the namers took the blame
Now the Phraya nakhon caves are bursting at the seems
Filled with men obsessing by the utility of dreams
Tentacles of urban sprawl reach out for the door
Led by fresh utopian smells they've never felt before
Monkut was the father of geology and math
He knew that deep beneath his feet the lava knew the path
Predicted in the Starbucks foam and in the quantum waves
A path that lead up through the ground to the Phraya nakhon cave
King Rama brought his court to see what seemed like a mirage
The governor and priest took turns to lead the entourage
His majesty had heard of a celestial event
That could only be understood from the Phraya nakhon cave
They were waiting, waiting waiting for the great eclipse
They were waiting, waiting ,waiting for the great eclipse
Celebrities from near and far had come to see the spoon
That mothers from the skies above used to shield the moon
The king was bitten in his sleep by a mosquito blunt and brave
He fell into a restless sleep in the Phraya nakhon cave
In his dream he gave a famous speech where his subjects heard him say
The social infrastructure here is starting to decay
But when he woke up from his sleep, he found that he was dead
And his grave was dug and well prepared in the the Phraya nakhon caves
I got trapped in the middle of the future and the past
The darkness loved me, I loved it back but I knew it wouldn't last
The longer that I stayed in there, the harder it seemed to be
For the human mind to master the Phraya nakhon key
The songs they sang still filled my ears and bring me back in time
To unspoiled beaches starry nights and coconuts with lime
To a year when every breath did count and the refugees were brave
Brave enough to raise their voices in the Phraya nakhon cave
They were waiting, waiting , waiting for the great eclipse
They were waiting, waiting , waiting for the great eclipse
The paintings on the stalagmites depict the final fall,
And what lead up to the flooding of the main assembly hall
Pictures show a prototype for future crystal drones
That the refugees were planning to carve from sacred stones
The broken dreams they came to loose where strapped upon their bones
Like domesticated mocking birds used as megaphones
The broken dreams that wrote the code were rebellious and vain
They hacked the inner sanctum to the Phraya nakhon cave
The langurs of the wooded slopes in blissful ignorance
Mutated to be masters of ceremonial trance
With inner eyes they gazed right through the solid mountain walls
And came to know what went down in the Phraya nakhon halls
A thousand years went passing by with no one there to count
The langurs were still deep in trance heading for that fount
Of wisdom and of knowledge to take that final leap
And branch of from their cousins still playing in the trees
They were waiting, waiting , waiting for the great eclipse
They were waiting, waiting , waiting for the great eclipse
Tourism as we know it was a legend from the past
Told around the fire by the educated cast
Until the advent of an era when animistic tribes
Felt a sprouting resonance with the south east asian vibes
They organized societies build from sticks and straw
And anarchy in bottles to reinforce the law
A chimera for the children where someone pulled the threads
From the sinkhole where the sun came in to the Phraya nakhon cave
The langurs and the spirits were melting down their brains
Together in a giant pot to eradicate their pain
They found the perfect formula for a premium super glue
To seal their fate and incarnate as something fresh and new
The local politicians in the region had a plan
To sacrifice communal waste to the spirits of the land
But the spirits just kept nagging about the money they could save
If they dumped the goods directly into the Phraya nakhon cave

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