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I couldn't decide on an appropriate name for this song, and I'm still unsure about "float fall." For a while it was called To Leave This Place but that wasn't it either. I feel like the title should be comprised of new words not taken from the lyrics, but I got lazy or distracted and it's too late to do anything about it now.
This song took a series of months to write. I knew what I wanted to say, but a wise person once said "Truth comes quickly and in few words." and I was having a hard time distilling my thoughts.
I came across a Rumi poem that pretty much said what I was trying to get across. The poem, titled "In Baghdad Dreaming of Cairo: In Cairo Dreaming of Baghdad," was written sometime in the late 1200s. Below is a long-ish excerpt from that poem which seems like it fits here...
Excerpt from "In Baghdad Dreaming of Cairo: In Cairo Dreaming of Baghdad" by Rumi
There was once a man
Who inherited a lot of money and land.
But he squandered it all too quickly. Those who inherit
Wealth don't know what work it took to get it.
In the same way, we don't know the value of our souls,
Which were given to us for nothing!
So the man was left alone without provisions,
An owl in the desert.
The Prophet has said
That a true seeker must be completely empty like a lute
To make the sweet music of Lord, Lord.
When the emptiness starts to get filled with something,
The one who plays the lute puts it down
And picks up another.
There is nothing more subtle and delightful
Than to make that music...
...So this man with nothing, who had inherited everything
And squandered it, kept weeping, Lord, Lord!
Finally in a dream he heard a voice, "Your wealth
Is in Cairo. Go there to such and such a spot
And dig, and you'll find what you need."
So he left on the long journey,
And when he saw the towers of Cairo,
He felt his back grow warm with new courage.
But Cairo is a large city,
And before he could find the spot,
He had to wander about.
He had no money, of course, so he...decided,
"I will go out at night
And call like the night-mendicants that people
Throw coins into the street for."
Shame and dignity and hunger
Were pushing him forward and backward and sideways!
Suddenly, he was seized by the night patrol.
It so happened that many had been robbed recently
In Cairo at night, and the police were told
To assume that anyone out roaming after dark
Was a thief...
...So the night patrolman grabbed the man.
"Wait! I can explain!"
"Tell me."
"I am not a criminal. I am new to Cairo. I live in Baghdad."
He told the story of his dream and the buried treasure,
And he was so believable in the telling that
The night patrolman began to cry.
Always, the fragrance of truth has that effect...
...The night patrolman said, "I know you're not a thief.
You're a good man, but you're kind of a fool.
I've had that dream before.
I was told in my dream
That there was a treasure for me in Baghdad,
Buried in a certain quarter of the city
On such and such a street."
The name of the street that he said was where this man lived!
"And the dreamvoice told me,
'It's in so-and-so's house.
Go there and get it.'"
Without knowing
The patrolman had described the exact house,
And mentioned this man's name!
"But I didn't do
What the dream said to do, and look at you,
Who did, wandering the world, fatigued,
And begging in the streets!"
So it came quietly to the seeker, though he didn't say it out loud,
"What I'm longing for lived in my house in Baghdad."
He filled with joy. He breathed continuous praise.
Finally he said,
"The water of life is here.
I'm drinking it. But I had to come
This long way to know it!"
--Written by Rumi between 1260 and 1273 A.D.
lyrics
F - Am - Bb - BbMaj7 - C7
I feel the need to leave this place
F or the same reasons dogs run away
Do you ever feel the same?
That either on this road or when I get back home
Gonna find this thing I'm searching for
Bb - Gm - F
I feel it all falling down
I feel it all falling down
Or float away no I can't tell if
I feel it all falling down down
Dreampt a bullet through my heart's so sore
Sadder than an airport full of goodbies
But now I realize
That either on this road or when I get home
I'm gonna fill this hole and heal my broken down busted soul
Feel it all falling down
I feel it all falling down down
Or float away no I can't tell if
I feel it all falling down
EbMaj7 - Dm
But look at all those crows
They are the breeze
They are circling
I see birds falling from the sky
No I don't know why
They are my darkest dreams
If I have to understand what this means
In order to be free I may never be
I feel it all falling down
I feel it all falling down down
Or float away no I can't tell if
I feel it all falling down down
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