Atacameños Lyrics & Chords By Nazca

Black at the centre Fifty Million Suns Its mass Where matter masses and Infalls: its Shock Repels the Outer gas, its appetite Astonishes and Appals. ...read more

Gone to ground, life seeping down, rivers rise. Living, dreaming, toiling wondering at the blight on distant hills. All my life I've been searching for the reason that...read more

I live, like a dry leaf in Winter Sapless – I refuse to fall – I protest like a sigh in a Tempest, I cry: "To hold is all" ...read more

I fell in the moss I grasped the grass I bit the earth I pressed myself against The Earth. I held it tightly. Nothing stirred I waited. The air moved, slightly, The...read more

So Come to me away from worldly care an end at last to cruelty and pain – I understand your woes and hold your loneliness in awe – O flower so fine, so...read more