Male Vocal · 2:58
Sanyassin — Male Vocal — Ceremonial-Inspired Acoustic Spiritual Folk
Ceremonial-Inspired Acoustic Spiritual Folk


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Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. Listen to the recorded versions and follow the lyric below.
Original Doug Heyes lyrics · AI-generated music & vocals
A weary wanderer describes a spiritual path shaped by burdens, appetite and a violent former life. Encounters with an ascetic traveler open a possibility of renewal beyond his exhaustion. The image of removing stones from a backpack makes release tangible, turning the search for eternity into the work of finally coming home.
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3 recordings. Different voices and arrangements bring another side of the song into the light.
Male Vocal · 2:58
Ceremonial-Inspired Acoustic Spiritual Folk
Female Vocal · 3:01
Latin American Acoustic Prayer-Song Fusion
Female Vocal · 2:56
Original Medicine-Song Trip-Hop Fusion
Lyrics
Words by Douglas Heyes Jr
SANYASSIN I'm just a Holy Roller On the road out to the wall A scarecrow Rock and Roller Who's answering the call When we get on the other side We're gonna have a ball First we're gonna to have to learn To run before we crawl The starter’s gun is loaded And pointed in the air He tells the little kids To get the hell on out of there Man he has no memory Of how it did begin He just gives you a teddy bear When it's your time to win I was standing over there Exhausted and alone When an old Ascetic Wanderer From another SpaceTime Zone You have defiled your father's throne And now you're weary to the Bone Now the battle has been won And our day in the saddle is done Come and take the water The water from His Home The tomb was standing open When we rolled away the stone Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters Never going home Come and take the waters Hear the four winds moan BRIDGE: Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Baby please don't cry Oh-oh-oh-oh I can't tell you why Answer now for everything Be the music that you sing Live to love the joy you bring Glory to the newborn king I am just a Sanyassin Worn and weary shape I'm in The blessings all already are When you come home to your star But if you can not find your way You'll find it another day And when you do, I promise you You're coming home to stay So, listen to this Traveler This Yogi from deep space The Long Walk of The Wanderer And a newborn human race It might take forever But if you come with me I'll show you fields of Heather And you’ll meet eternity I am an old Sanyassin Once a paid assassin great I don't know just what I know I know just how I feel And when the swallows all come back Homing back here to the shack I'll be right out in the back Taking stones from my backpack I have carried them so long Another country, another song Wasted Days and wasted nights Chasing crazy appetites But then the Lord turned on the light I made it through another night Made it home from where I've been Just another old Sanyassin ***********
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