Check out The Soul Travelers acousticly performing "What I Am" for Sofar sessions in Cafe Ruimte in Noord Amsterdam. Sofar knows how to bring together a group of music lovers and those who love to share music, so the vibe was electric. Check the video below (lyrics below the video), listen to some more of Sofar's sounds from around the globe and be sure to find out about the next Soul Traveler's show here. Peace.
What I Am
written by Donnie Adams
If I could say what I was really feeling you would feel like you had left from this planet and your breath had vanished / expanded to understanding / a plan perfect to free a stranded seed planted in weed sand and debris damaged indeed but ready to break the surface / simple / singular purpose / reach as high as it can despite the circus in the circuits of man / burning his hand to touch his turn to burn a buck but never he earn enough to affirm his lust for a hologram / a picture that he trust / mental image what it meant to be winning but my luck was broken back in the beginning getting in it for the wrong reasons / but through the wrong I’m seeing / the way glowing like auroras showing solar breezes / what my soul needed / to show me how to plug the holes I should know breathing / breaching my limits letting go of what I know is weaker / it’s in the air the ether / I play the receiver and let it seep from my fingers ‘til it’s complete and it lingers like something sweet the demeanor of dreamers who fiending to sleep be in it deep awake to the day and all that it keeps falling in peace no walls / no streets streaks of the all screech off and reach ya’ll to free ya’ll ‘til we all call the block / a place to raise a child / purple haze of days / finding a smile in this scrimmage of you versus you that never finishes and witnesses / a sad ending to a bad story call it allegory for pain / painted in shades of being a human being that wades in the water / and waits for Valhalla / the author at the altar of experience / impossible to altar Gibraltar with no fear in it / you hearing it but not to / listening but not you / whispering to spirits here and figures that’ll watch you / telling ‘em to trust that we’ll make it together we headed to better or bust we aching but shaking the weather with feathers on our backs we touch / a measure of heaven found resting in the crest of our lust / severed away the desert that begetted our crutch / so we shed for something wetter with the rest of what was setting us up / deaded the shuck confidence is alive / in the eyes of my eyes we all gods all good all hoods ready to rise until we arrive / mind on the job at hand / show my brother the plan to find bliss in the midst of what I am