Suite Journey

 
 

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TIBET Land of My Tears

by Suite Journey

Released 2015
Released 2015
An eclectic fusion of world music: from classical to Celtic to Native American, originals and covers with melodies that stir a range of emotions -- elation, joy, humor, as well as dark, lonely places.
  • 04:03 Bullets of Bodhisattva
  • 04:03 Let It Rain
  • 02:55 Story Lyrics Yak Butter Blues

    Up in the Himalayas I see yaks roamin’ free

    Women churnin’ butter for yak butter tea

    It tastes kinda salty and a little bit sweet

    Hand painted China and a strange brew indeed

    A piece of yak meat jerky and a cup of butter tea

    Gifts so warm and quirky presented lovingly

     

    I’ve got those yak butter blues for the Land of Snows

    Life in Tibet is on top of the world

    I’ve got yak butter blues for the Land of Snows

    There’s no place else like it on the face of planet earth

     

    Tibetans face their problems with peace and harmony

    Flags on every rooftop mean the dove ain’t ever free

    If you’re on the black list you’re given graphic art

    A sword tattooed on your arm piercing your heart

    Despite the oppression Tibetans are so kind

    When I think I have problems, tea clears my mind

     

    I’ve got those yak butter blues for the Land of Snows

    Life in Tibet is on top of the world

    I’ve got yak butter blues for the Land of Snows

    There’s no place else like it on the face of planet earth

  • 02:06 Story Qomolangma (Everest)
  • 02:33 Story Terdan Nunnery
  • 03:47 Story Lyrics Land of my Tears

    Dark waters of pain

    Sweep me away

    Fertile fields of joy

    Feeding my vision

    Abundance of lessons

    Season my plate

    Bitter and sweet

    A bountiful harvest

     

    The land of my tears

    Hidden underground

    The well of my soul

    Fills up with emotion

    My best kept secret

    A tender place

    A garden for growing

    This land of my tears.

      

    Storms of my life

    Bring floods of renewal

    To dry cracked Earth

    Of my withered dreams

    The mountains of pride

    Eroding inside me

    A constant unveiling

    Of my truest self

      

    The land of my tears

    Hidden underground

    The well of my soul

    Fills up with emotion

    My best kept secret

    A tender place

    A garden for growing

    This land of my tears.

  • 02:39 Story Trekking
  • 03:30 Story INS (Inion Ni Scannlain)
  • 04:04 Story Lyrics Will There Really Be a Morning?

    Will there really be a morning?  Is there such a thing as day?

    Could I see it from the mountains if I were as tall as they?

    Morning, morning, where does morning lie?

     

    Has it feet like water lilies? Has it feathers like a bird?

    Is it brought from famous countries of which I have never heard?

    Morning, morning, where does morning lie?

     

    Oh some scholar, oh some sailor, oh some wise one from the skies,

    Please to tell a little pilgrim where the place called morning lies?

    Morning, morning, where does morning lie?

  • 04:13 Story Lyrics Unknown Blessings

    Stars above us twinkle, they put on quite a show

    They say the light that meets our eyes today was born a million years ago

    And it spells out quite a story in strands of DNA

    Same spark that birthed our universe, is born in us today

     

    And they’re already on their way, already on their way

    Thanks for unknown blessings already on their way

     

    This world is a fun house mirror, sometimes you feel just like a clown

    Yeah everything’s distorted, everything feels upside down

    And the truth it just gets twisted, like a rope that’s torn and frayed

    And you feel like you can’t hold on no more, you just might slip away.

     

    And they’re already on their way, already on their way

    Thanks for unknown blessings, already on their way

    Already on their way, already on their way

    Thanks for unknown blessings, already on their way

     

    History is a spiral. Sometimes it’s hard to see

    Through the smoke and the blood and the tear gas, a path of victory

    It’s a crooked road we all walk on, strung with miracles along the way

    Like raindrops to the ocean we’ll make it there someday.

     

    And  we’re already on OUR way already on OUR way

    Thanks for unknown blessings, already on their way

    Already on their way, already on their way

    Thanks for unknown blessings, already on their way.

    Giving thanks for unknown blessings, already on their way.

     

  • 02:53 Story SamTen
  • 03:52 Story Lyrics The Water Is Wide

    The water is wide

    I cannot cross over

    And neither have I

    Wings to fly

    Build me a boat

    That can carry two

    And both shall row 

    My love and I

     

    I leaned my back

    Up against an oak

    I thought it was

    A trusty tree

    But first it swayed

    And then it broke

    And so my false love

    Did unto me

     

    A ship there is

    And she sails the seas

    She’s laden deep

    As deep can be

    But not so deep 

    As the love I’m in

    I know not if   

    I sink or swim  

     

    Oh love is handsome 

    And love is kind

    And love’s a jewel 

    When first it is new

    But love grows old

    And waxes cold

    And fades away

    Like morning dew

     

    The water is wide

    I cannot cross over

    And neither have I

    Wings to fly

    Build me a boat

    That can carry two

    And both shall row

    My love and I

  • 02:19 Story Windhorse
  • 03:41 Story Lyrics Peace Peace Peace

    May all the beings in this world, and in all other worlds, be/peaceful and happy.

    May all the beings in this world, and in all other worlds, be peaceful and happy.

    May all the beings in this world, and in all other worlds, be peaceful and happy.

    Om, Shalom, Shanti, Paz; Peace, Peace, Peace.

NOTES
Last October we went on an adventure of a lifetime to Tibet. The magnificence, the cold winds, high altitude, obvious suppression by the Chinese government and the warmth and generosity of the Tibetan people all made a huge impact on us.

On returning home to Austin, Texas, we knew we wanted to do something with our extraordinary experience. Something that we could keep. Something we could share. So, this album was born.

But our project is more than completing a recording. It is about focusing our energy on helping the Tibetan people. 50% of our merchandise sales will go to organizations that help Tibetans at home and in exile. We have also created "Sing and Tell" house concerts to sound the yak horn and shine the light on the vanishing Tibetan culture via our journey through story, song and visuals.

Our hopes are that 1) people will take a few minutes of their time to actively listen and/or attend our concerts, 2) our music will move you, and the lyrics to our songs, especially LAND OF MY TEARS and YAK BUTTER BLUES, will spark awareness, and 3) our stories will motivate people to lend a hand to a cause that is not touched upon by our mainstream media, and is continually and craftily camouflaged by the Chinese government.

Producer: Chris Gage
Recording: Moonhouse Studios, Chris Gage, Engineer
Mastering: Terra Nova Digital Audio, Inc., Jerry Tubb, Engineer
Cover Art: Brad Stafford
Graphics: Christina Fajardo