(2) Mind's Eye is also a progressive trance/breaks from Tranceaddict.com
(3) Mind's Eye - metal band from Maryland
(4) Mind's eye was a post-hardcore band from Indianapolis
Sahara In An Hourglass
Mind's Eye Lyrics
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Don't rush in
Let this hunger forsake
All that evil that waits courageous
Her body is the temple
I must enter
As an armoured poet crawling under the wires left by her
Black doves sing for you
As the rhythm starts again
Drums awake these tombs
Resurrection for the dead
A Creole distant gloom
You can never own me
Like you own the desert
You can never burn me
As if you were the sun
You will never possess me like your own
Sahara in an hourglass
Reason with me (contradictions again)
Humor me
If it's dry as this ink, made by queens for their kings, heads will roll
Frozen by words (No answer so cold)
Howling winds (heading north)
A creation supreme for the blind and the week, pyramid
Say, you can hear them...
You can never own me...
What if redemption was an art for the damned
The opposite reflection showing us our true sense
You can never own me... (I can't carry this weight)
You can never burn me... (It's too heavy for me, I've seen too much)
Sahara, Sahara, Sahara... you dry my eyes
In an hourglass
The lyrics of "Sahara In An Hourglass" by Mind's Eye convey a sense of patience and hunger, as the singer acknowledges the temple-like quality of a woman's body that they must enter with the determination of an armored poet. The imagery of black doves and drums awakening tombs suggests a kind of spiritual resurrection, while the creole distant gloom evokes a sense of mystery or exoticism. The singer insists that they cannot be owned or possessed like the desert, nor burned by someone else's power. Instead, the Sahara becomes a metaphor for the passage of time, an hourglass that dries the singer's eyes.
The following verses introduce more contradictions and metaphors. The ink that queens make for their kings becomes a symbol of emptiness, while the howling winds remind us of the harshness of existence. The pyramid, a creation supreme for the blind and the weak, suggests an ancient wisdom that is hard to decipher. The final lines mix redemption and damnation, as the singer reflects on the weight of their experiences.
Overall, "Sahara In An Hourglass" seems to be a poem about desire, freedom, and resilience. The singer claims their own agency, rejecting any attempt to control or define them. The Sahara, with its shifting sands and infinite spaces, becomes a counterpoint to the limitations of human power and understanding.
Line by Line Meaning
Patience my heart
Wait, don't be hasty
Don't rush in
Don't act impulsively
Let this hunger forsake
Let the impatience subside
All that evil that waits courageous
All the challenges that are brave and confrontational
Her body is the temple
Her body is sacred
I must enter
I must become intimate
As an armoured poet crawling under the wires left by her
As a sensitive person going underneath her defenses
Say, you can hear them
Listen to them
Black doves sing for you
Dark forces are calling for you
As the rhythm starts again
As events unfold once more
Drums awake these tombs
Heartbeats awaken memories and feelings
Resurrection for the dead
Revival for those who are lost
A Creole distant gloom
An uncertain, far-off situation
You can never own me
You can't control me
Like you own the desert
Like you can possess a natural force
You can never burn me
You can't defeat me
As if you were the sun
As if you had ultimate power
You will never possess me like your own
You can't claim me totally
Sahara in an hourglass
A symbol of the fragility of life
Reason with me (contradictions again)
Let's discuss this (even though it may be confusing)
Humor me
Indulge me
If it's dry as this ink, made by queens for their kings, heads will roll
If this agreement fails, there will be consequences
Frozen by words (No answer so cold)
Paralyzed by words (and a chilly response)
Howling winds (heading north)
Powerful forces (moving forward)
A creation supreme for the blind and the week, pyramid
An impressive structure for those who can't see or are weaker, like a pyramid
What if redemption was an art for the damned
What if those who are condemned can still find salvation
The opposite reflection showing us our true sense
A contrasting view revealing something about ourselves
You can never own me... (I can't carry this weight)
You can't control me... (I can't handle this burden)
You can never burn me... (It's too heavy for me, I've seen too much)
You can't defeat me... (I'm already overwhelmed)
Sahara, Sahara, Sahara... you dry my eyes
Sahara, Sahara, Sahara... you take away my tears
In an hourglass
A reminder that time is fleeting
Contributed by Savannah D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.