Unsayable

by Patrick Jasper Lee

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      £8 GBP  or more

     

1.
Baakvaas: unsayable I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvass, coming across the ancient boro tem I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvaas, humans are not holier than thou I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvass, rolling across the ancient boro tem I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvaas, humans are not holier than thou We hear baakvaas, we hear baakvass, coming across the ancient boro tem I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvaas We hear baakvaas, we hear baakvass, rolling across the ancient boro tem We hear baakvaas, We hear baakvaas, And it’s all so, it’s so unsayable What I think and feel, it’s quite unsayable Oh, oh, it’s so unsayable What I think and feel is quite unsayable I hear baakvaas… I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvass, coming across the ancient boro tem I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvaas, humans are not holier than thou I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvass, rolling across the ancient boro tem I hear baakvaas, I hear baakvaas, humans are not holier than thou
2.
Running OuttaTime Things are getting tighter; they’re thinning on the ground It’s only when you look a little closer, you see it’s all turned upside down It was only yesterday, we taught ourselves to dream Now I turn my face away, cos nothing’s what it seems Things are moving faster; they’re growling like the wind And when you look it all over, you see just how good it’s been It was only recently, we were doing fine But we sacrificed integrity, and now we’re running out of time We’re running out of time, yes we are, yes we are. We’re cutting it so fine, don’t you see, don’t you see? Things in the world are getting awkward; they’re changing every day Bottom line, we’re all broken; we no longer know what to say Only just a while ago, we were stepping outta line Now we don’t know which way to go, and we’re running out of time We’re running out of time, yes we are, yes we are. We’re cutting it so fine, don’t you see, don’t you see? Sometimes when you look for a flaw in the picture; there’s just nothing there to see So while you might say nothing’s happening; that nothing sure is happening to me This isn’t necessarily, a cue to make us shine; when we sacrificed our dignity We were destined to, destined to, destined to run right out of time We’re running out of time, yes we are, yes we are. We’re cutting it so fine, don’t you see, don’t you see?
3.
All About the Bujo Listen, I’ll tell you ‘bout a game that you won’t know, cos there are rules, lots o rules that you don’t know, and once didn’t wanna know You play it every day, and you play it every way, It knocks off your feet, and you feel so deplete You think it’s down to you, and that just ain’t true Hear what I say cos it ain’t going away It’s called the Bujo, the bujo, it’s all about the bujo. Life is a bujo, nothing but a bujo; the world’s on the bujo, the bujo. Listen, we thought we knew the way, but colonization was here to stay, They wanted us to do it as they do it, see it as they see it, know it as they know it, You got us to do what we didn’t want to do, then round and round and round we’d twirl for you, trying hard to please so it flows along with ease, even though it’s clear we were on our knees It’s called the Bujo, the big fat bujo, it’s all about the bujo. Life is a bujo, nothing but a bujo; the world’s on the bujo, the bujo. Oh, let me into your life to rule your days, just dip into your heart and you will know it’s good for you. Just fill out the forms and let me take your little hand; you know that I will understand. Life is a bujo, nothing but a bujo; the world’s on the bujo, the bujo. Don’t buy illusion, you know it makes sense, manage intrusions; don’t sit on the fence Materialism or narcissism, either way it’s a cataclysm Now it’s past the time to commit, now that the Earth’s so deep in shit Courtesy of man, courtesy of crap, courtesy of ignorance, you know where it’s at. It’s this thing called the bujo, we’re all on the bujo. It's all about the bujo. Life is a bujo, nothing but a bujo; the world’s on the bujo, the bujo. It's all a fucking bujo. Life is a bujo, nothing but a bujo; the world’s on the bujo, the bujo. It's all a fucking bujo.
4.
Medicine Song Shadows are coming, from across the sea; they worry me; they’re the darkest I’ve seen Deep in my dreaming, a black cloud’s there; it’s one of total despair; the ghosts are coming Voices in the sky, I’m hearing voices in the sky, Hammering down from a world we just don’t know Shadows on the ground, I see bad spirits all around Thundering down from a place we never go Destined for a life where no wisdom comes after us Destined for a life where no ancestors walk with us Destined for a life where our children can never be free Praying to the old ones, please open your hearts to us Praying to the Earth who we implore to keep harm from us Praying to a future when it’s something we just cannot see Visions are forming; I see a broken chain, I see it again and again; it’s the worst I’ve ever seen I know they’re coming, with their crosses and their rage, they’ll force us into a cage; the ghosts are coming Voices in the sky, I'm hearing voices in the sky, Hammering down from a world we just don’t know Shadows on the ground, I see bad spirits all around Thundering down from a place we never go Destined for a fate where no one will believe in us Destined for a fate where our stars will not shine for us Destined for a fate where our lands will be taken away Borrowing the Earth so the ghosts will not steal from us Borrowing our dreams so the ghosts will not stay with us Praying to the spirits; although we don’t know what to say Medicine song, we need a medicine song, a medicine song, for this civilization. Medicine song, we need a medicine song, a medicine song, for this coonization.
5.
Blow Me Away 05:29
BlowMeAway When there’s no talk and there’s only silence You know I’d do anything and everything to send the blues away So pack up the bag with all the tears and sadness You know I’d do anything and everything to throw it all away, yes, to throw it all away So blow me away with words and music so I can say goodbye to something Blow me away, and let me live for another day Cos I’m so done with crying, I’m so ready to send it away When there are grey skies and life has no meaning You know I’d do anything and everything to send the blues away So pack up the bag with all the lack of feeling You know I’d do anything and everything to be where you are, yes, to be where you are So blow me away with words and music so I can say goodbye to something Blow me away, and let me live for another day Cos I’m so done with crying, I’m so ready to send it away I’m so done with crying, I’m so ready to send it away I’m so done with trying, I’m so ready for a new day I’m so done with crying, I’m so ready to send it away I’m so done with trying, I’m so ready for a new day
6.
Ancestors 07:04
Ancestors ‘We speak but no one is listening We cry but people don’t hear We fight though no one fights with us Our presence is needed no more, but who will care?’ When Life has nothing to do with life anymore When a ‘condition’ replaces the quest for truth When the search for wisdom is nothing short of a waste of time There is precious little that we can do. I hear the trees cry for them; and the Earth, as she mourns them It’s an empty world without them I never thought I’d be so lonely. Why did they have to become so nonsensical I never thought they’d become so dispensable When they were consigned to the realms of the invisible We were embarrassed at the voices in the wind All the ancient ones up in the sky Are no longer required to guide the way Courage and humility are now so long ago There’s no reason to feel that ancestors have a say Can you not see we’re dying? We’re only just surviving We are all soul-less nations And I never thought I’d be so lonely Why did they have to become so nonsensical I never thought they’d become so dispensable When they were consigned to the realms of the invisible We were embarrassed by the voices in the wind
7.
Strings 06:08
Strings The world shouldn’t end here; cos it hurts, yes it hurts, how it hurts to see it go, We should never have arrived here Outside my window, all I see, all I see, all I see are strings People pulling on the world If we are family, why can’t we make uncles of the trees With what the rivers and skies know, we should be on our knees How did the indigenous die here, along with all that went before? Oh, why can’t they stop pulling on the world? You know, as I look around me; I see that all of nature, all of nature, all of nature sings And it hurts when you’re the last to sing a song As the masses rush past me; I think puppets on a, puppets on a, puppets on a string What will it take to stop pulling on the world? If we are family, why can’t we make sisters of the streams? What the deserts and leaves know should take us to our knees Will we never find the way outta here? Are we too blind to read the signs? Oh, will they never stop pulling on the world? We lost what the indigenous gave us; with all the love, all the love, all the love that brings A puppet won’t save us In the fight for Earth’s freedom; all I see, all I see, all I see are strings Why must they keep pulling on the world? Oh, please stop pulling on the world
8.
The Gypsy And The Wannabe We go travlin’ across ancient land, while you stand there with a wand in your hand. You imitate us as boldly as you can. Why must you do that? My elder who’s a dai and a day; she can’t decipher a word that you say Indigenous games are so easy to play, and she says: ‘Why must they do that?’ …All you gotta do is find the zee in you, if you wanna know the Gypsy world. Cos this ain’t Gypsy. No, it ain’t Gypsy. It’s not Gypsy. You ain’t Gypsy. We all wonder how the hell we stay free; while you discover that a door fits your key. Then the cart’s before the horse so effortlessly. How do you do that? Our people know that laughter and tears, helped pull us through so many difficult years But you, you lift a finger and there are no more fears. How do you do that? …All you gotta do is find the zee in you, if you wanna know the Gypsy world. Cos this ain’t Gypsy. No, it ain’t Gypsy. It’s not Gypsy. You ain’t Gypsy. Won’t you walk with me, see the real Earth and Sky; see how they’re hurting; do you hear the Earth cry? Just like us, they are having to die. Why must they do that? …All you gotta do is find the zee in you, if you wanna know the Gypsy world. Cos this ain’t Gypsy. No, it ain’t Gypsy. It’s not Gypsy. You ain’t Gypsy. …All you gotta do is find the zee in you, if you wanna know the Gypsy world. Cos this ain’t Gypsy. No, it ain’t Gypsy. It’s not Gypsy. You ain’t Gypsy.
9.
Echo 08:02
Echo When all the pain is over I know my sun will shine When the reflection fades from memory I know my life will be mine So can you hear me when I say: While that dark cloud’s forever passing Though it finds me every single day I know I’ve got to keep it moving Cos it’s an echo, just an echo It’s but an echo, just an echo So you may think you’re going crazy But you have to keep up the fight You will think it’s never ending In all those sleepless nights So please hear me when I say: While that dark cloud is forever passing Though it’ll find you every single day You gotta know that it’s just an echo It’s just an echo; just an echo We are echo, we are echo Chasing the pain away, chasing the dread away Washing the tears away, washing the fears away Bringing new life to stay, bringing a brand new day Inviting a smile to stay, inviting a dream your way. Chase all the pain away, chase all the dread away Wash all the tears away; wash all the fears away Bring a new life to stay, bring on a brand new day Invite a new smile to stay, invite a new dream your way.
10.
Keep On Smiling Oh my word, I must have sinned; cos I ain’t so charmed with the world I’m in All’s fine if we keep on smiling Oh my word, my shell has thinned; wanna cry bout where I’ve been How on earth do I keep on smiling? I guess we gotta keep on smiling; yep, all’s fine if you keep on smiling, smiling, smiling. Oh my word, the Earth is sad; who knows what trouble she’s had She can’t win even though she’s trying Oh my word, now I’m just mad; we take the Earth for all she has Guess she doesn’t feel like smiling But does she know that she’s gotta keep on smiling; does she know all will be good if she keeps on smiling, smiling. A real smile is all I can do. A real smile might not be good enough for you Real smiles are what we could use, oh real smiles are what we should choose. Oh my word, my face don’t fit, how do I smile when I feel like shit I know it ain’t for lack of trying Oh my word, this is oh so bad, an alien might think we were just plain mad I just feel I’m no longer buying So the message no matter what you do, keep on smiling; learn to keep on smiling, smiling, smiling Happiness is when you keep on smiling; you just might just be healed if you keep on smiling, smiling, smiling. Oh my word, I must have sinned, ain’t so charmed with the place I’m in Oh my word, I must have sinned, can’t smile so never can win.
11.
Star Being (Andy’s Song) I sit waiting for that moment When you’ll face the starry sky But something tells me you’re not listening And that I’ll be waiting a very long, very long time You believe we do not know you That we’ve not seen this all before I guarantee we’ve got your number And it’s a very old, very old stubborn score We’re watching you through the slits of our fingers Dreading what’s in store, through the slits of our fingers Shadows on the run With nowhere, nowhere to hide away Culprits on the run With not a road that can take you away Ooh, la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la la, yay We shouldn’t need to keep you hopeful We shouldn’t have to say you’re wrong Cos nothing’s bad if it stays neutral It’s so easy to sing an ancient song Earth is like an old asylum Earth’s become a human cage In your journey through your timeline You chose to live in an age that was never an age What do I matter? I’m just an ancient star being
12.
In Euphoria 07:49
In Euphoria Words of the Dying:- I’m dying now, I go to join the free I’m flying now, far across a deep blue sea My soul is on fire; my eyes are so clear My soul takes me higher; the stars are near I’m crying now; but my tears are all of glee I’m leaving now; there is no more here for me And now my time is over, and the past falls behind The future’s before me: to go find They’re with me now, in euphoria; they see me on my way, in euphoria. Ancestors hear me now, in euphoria; the years have passed away, away, My soul will be free now, no tears, and no pain Though my time is now over, I’ll see those I love again I’m dying now, in euphoria, I passed the mark now, in euphoria I am myself now, I see the wide sea. Words of ancestors to the dying:- When in death’s euphoria, and when in the other life Moving past dysphoria; moving past the afterlife Hear all ancient voices; singing sweetly all in tune All then now rejoices; loudly with the sun and moon There will be no morning; neither will there be a night Yet a new day’s dawning; till the stars are all alight Through a million portals; looking for an open door Sleep to all that’s mortal; death to all baakvass and more All will change hereafter; all will be completely whole Lose the masks and armour; no more cause to act the role Sleep now child in silence; walk now with the sun and moon All the past defiance, never put you out of tune Rise now from the ashes; rise now from the place of doom Sunlight sparks in flashes; now there is no mortal tomb Now with gods and thunder, with the grace that’s truly wild Now in death’s euphoria; child you’re on the other side

about

Much of what we live through in modern life is completely unsayable. There are many areas of life that we simply cannot talk about. This album addresses many of those areas, so people are likely to identify with at least one, if not many of them.

credits

released September 26, 2018

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Patrick Jasper Lee Wales, UK

I am something of an activist with my music & literature. As an indigenous Rom Gypsy my cultural and artistic work explores the highs and lows of life/soul. I champion tribal origins, and the underdog in our modern times. I am tired of what this society tends to throw at us, especially innocent folk. I believe the awesome beauty of nature & the arts remains our only hope in this chaotic world. ... more

contact / help

Contact Patrick Jasper Lee

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Patrick Jasper Lee, you may also like: