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Ambassador

by The Foragers

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Alrihkh A refreshingly random and unpredictable tale told from a very imaginative and creative perspective. Bravo! Carefree, and yet somehow complex. Sounds like the band seriously enjoy themselves 😉. I love the offbeat, psychedelic lyrics. The inclusion of flute solos add a great deal to the trippy feel this album has. Their easy going sound reminds me a bit of The Barenaked Ladies. Eager for a follow-up...8+/10 Favorite track: Ambassador.
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1.
White Horse 04:31
Born in Shambala, you are the final one. Towards the end you will descend. All you destroy, by your grace, will transcend. kaliyuga panch hazaar saal hua (kaliyuga 5,000 years have passed). Many more years to come. Jaaldi aao (come soon). We need you here. You will make all things clear. Vishnu ka avatar hamaara prtvi par aaega. Unka naam Kalki aur wo gandagi nasht karega (The avatar of Vishnu will come to our earth. His name is Kalki and he will destroy the filth). Vishnu ka avatar hamaara prtvi par aaega. Unka naam Kalki aur wo gandagi nasht karega. Born in Shambala, you are the final one. Towards the end you will descend. All you destroy, by your grace, will transcend. kaliyuga panch hazaar saal hua. Many more years to come. Jaaldi aao. We need you here. You will make all things clear. Maya (Illusion) dissolves in fear. Look in the mirror. Aap Kalki hein (You are Kalki). Now is the time, and righteous ones are on your side. Wipe the evil off the land, raatna maaru (Kalki’s sword) in your hand… Dhanyawaad (thank you), my bhagwaan (god). We’re back to a new age just like satya yuga. Hare Kalki, Hare Kalki, Kalki, Hare Kalki, Hare Kalki Kalki Hare, Kalki Hare, Hare, Kalki Hare. Om.
2.
Let's take a look into the stories I found in this little red book. Some white, some black, they were just laying down some of the grooviest tracks. They were rulers of the sunset. They had something to offer and love to be shared (no one had heard it before). They were living in a castle. They had people like Morrison walk through the door (getting thrown out of the door). It was out of sight. They had touched the light. You’re always playing out of tune. Stop playing, please stop playing dude. You always have something to say. And it always will be that way. You party every single day. I'm living it up, I can't get enough to do. One more album, one more album then I'm leaving you. It was Arthur Lee, and Brian Mclean. Love never really got the exposure that they deserved mostly because they never left the city of LA. They had a voice in protest of war, influenced the doors and barely anybody ever got their name. Mclean, he ended up as a catholic, crawling right back to everything he used to be. Probably ended up in the choir, back to the hymns and everything he used to sing. Reminiscing “Love.”
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They rallied up the children, had them watching Rambo films inside of the tents they lived in, killing in the land they were raised in. “A diamond is forever.” Oh they feel the catch is clever. Dozens of heads were severed. Now you walk the aisle and say “I do.” No education left and so they joined the R.U.F. Blood dripping into tears, another sale by the Debeers. Diamonds are valueless. I hope you get the gist of this. The end result is always real. A long way gone just ask Ishmael. Shots at 5am, shots that never end. No education left and so they joined the R.U.F. Blood keeps dripping into tears, "to hell Debeers!" I hope you get the gist of it, that diamonds shouldn't come to this. Weapons taller than the boys that you destroyed... Now welcome to the rebel group. It's up to you, die or shoot. This is our game. We use cocaine to numb the brain till breathing and killing are the same. Give me your hand, stretch it out and touch your God and when we're finished with the first one, pull the other one out too. Diamonds hiding away in this village we've eradicated, all that we've had amputated, people have no clue. Over a course of years, a silence came from the Debeers. They really love that stone, Angola, Sierra Leone. Fast cars and Blood Diamonds and private jets to their Islands. I hope we made it oh so clear, a business built on death and fear. Now welcome to the rebel group. It's up to you, die or shoot. This is our game. We use cocaine to numb the brain till breathing and killing are the same.
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You wanna get a membership, you give em $25k. And even if you make it this far you’re not the one with the final say. Party at the secret spot! Crept under the gate, I can't believe I made it this far. Ran into some giants and they invited me in their car. Praise to the owl, 40 foot, it's something you'd see in a story book. Are these the people who design the type of product. The kind that you find at the store that you buy. Oohh weaving spiders, come not here unless you're a nuclear engineer. I once was nappin, now I'm tapped in, I heard them braggin bout Manhattan. Beep beep, it was nickels and shine, the ceremony by the owl shrine. Keep keep everybody in line. Humanity is special, it is one of a kind, alright. Beep beep it was nickels and shine, the ceremony of the beast and swine. Keep keep everybody in line.
5.
Festive Time 04:14
Neighbor, a couple houses down, wise old man. Had a conversation and we barely moved our mouths, took my hand. “The only thing in life you need is love but more importantly you share it with the people even when they’re on the other side. Broken is a brotherhood, this egotistic high has us lost. Here we are approaching what they call a “festive time.” I don't buy into it. It only divides us more. Hold on dear ones. Soon we will be standing hand in hand again just like we did not that long ago. Whole world crying out, I can see it on our faces. Flame is dying out, it's the same traits in every race it's universal. Neighbor, a couple houses down, wise old man. Had a conversation and we barely moved our mouths, took my hand. “The only thing in life you need is love but more importantly you share it with the people even when they’re on the other side. I know it might seem awkward, man. I know it's not your style but this man ain't askin for cash. He's hoping for a smile. And sometimes just acknowledgement, maybe just an ear. The same attention that one gives themself inside the mirror.
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In a garden in Japan, meditating by a tree. In a foreign, distant land, you appeared in front of me. I opened up my eyes to find that who I just had visualized was someone who I’ve seen in all my previous lives. I heard the sound of laughter and I looked up to the sun. You came down on a lotus, again we were as one. Joyfully I serenade you with a melody. Radha’s to Govinda just as you are to me. We’re savoring the moment while we're here, in this garden you appeared. It's more than just an earthly feel. Oh do I have to tell myself that this is real. I heard the sound of laughter and I looked up to the sun. You came down on a lotus, again we were as one. Joyfully I serenade you with a melody. Radha’s to Govinda just as you are to me. It was a garden in Japan.
7.
Demon Bite 02:56
He wakes up about 3am and traditionally this is when his ritual begins. He feels a tingle crawling up his leg. There were a couple bite marks. They were swollen and swollen, swollen, red. He did the demon, the demon bite. Da da da demon, the demon bite… He opens up the door to the cellar below and he walks up to a crucifix of Marilyn Monroe. Her eyes start to bleed. She tells him “take a couple nembutal, it's all that you'll need, that you'll need. He did the demon. The demon bite. Da da da da demon, the demon bite… “Claude Treme, Madame Lalaurie, and Michael Brown…” He did the demon. The demon bite. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, the demon bite…
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I Kbal Speen 03:15
9.
Over the tree line, covered in moss and jungle vine. A city hidden, waiting for somebody to find. There was a frenchmen looking around for ancient plants. Off in the distance, started to hear the mystic chants. Cuts through the forest, a vision tickles his third eye. He spots a temple, makes his way up to the shrine. Something peculiar, he stumbles upon before he dies, a wooden hand drum. Telling a story lost in time. Water is key so that the city thrives. Soil is fertile, we can harvest rice. Carving the temples honouring our gods. One of the greats we call it Angkor wat, Wide are the eyes of all of those who see. Opens the mind to possibility. Hidden away from all the rest of ya, deep in the forest of Cambodia.
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III Amrita 05:47
I fell asleep, I was holding my love and then the minute that i woke up I was holding the pillow. Maybe it's true that i took her for granted, now I'm having trouble breathing, I just want her back home. Send out the guards and the priests and the army, send the whole entire kingdom cause I'm losing my damn mind. Amrita you are mine… Girl, girl you are mine… Amrita, our child isn't like the others. Blue complexion, beating on a hand drum. If they find him, they will surely recognize him. Take him down the Kbal Spean and hide him. Jayavarman Deva Raja. She birthed my child, Maha Deva. You're obviously not the prophecy, the real is revealed Rowing in the Kbal, we were moving downstream, I saw an apparition in my lucid dream. Very real, out of body perhaps and she was holding who appeared to be the prodigy. Bluelish light, triple eyes, mesmerized, I was trembling as I fell down and I touched his feet. Mahadeva, lead me to Amrita please. I wish to see her… Mmm Lord, Lord, I do… Amrita I know that you have stumbled in here. I can see your shadow up the stairwell. And as you reach the top you'll find a 50 foot drop. Now's the time to say goodbye and farewell. Jayavarman, I am your god. I breed destruction. I made you up. You’re obviously not the prophecy. The real is on the seal… Mahadeva took his mother back up kbal spean, leaving Jayavarman with the wisdom of a king. Spirit calls him home, climbing up into the cosmos back to his abode…
11.
You might not remember me. Don't step in the void, step in the light. All your memories washed, you’ve already died. Put you on the elevator back to earth.
12.
Ambassador 05:38
Sometimes in life you come across a beautiful soul on the other side of the world. You share with one another past experiences and art. And in a flash… they're gone. I hit the road about a quarter to 5. I felt the sun as it started to rise. I spotted someone, they held up their hand, a dark skinned gentle looking Indian man. He wore a turban and a flute at his waist. The secrets of the world hidden in his face. Cruisin slowly in the ambassador, I ventured in the forest and met with a traveler. Pulled out a bansuri, softly he played a little melody “ga, re, sa, ni, sa, ni… da, pa, ni, pa, sa…” He said he’d lost something out of his hat. It must have fallen somewhere out on the path. It started raining, the sky went black. And then I saw a leopard purring in his lap. I had to catch all my breath that he stole. He had a way with nature and the animals. His presence alone, it could light up a broken soul. Cruisin slowly in the ambassador, I ventured in the forest and met with a traveler. Pulled out a bansuri, softly he played a little melody “ga, re, sa, ni, sa, ni… da, pa, ni, pa, sa…” And most of all, the thing he really loved to do was tear it up on that bamboo. Cruisin slowly in the ambassador, I ventured in the forest and met with a traveler. Carried a bansuri, softly he made it sing a melody “ga, re, sa, ni, sa, ni… Mmm and I asked myself, “who could this be?” I had a clue and my heart skipped a beat… As we made our way out of the woods he suddenly shouted and I stopped the car. He stepped out of the ambassador and pointed to something colorful on the road... an enormous peacock feather. It glistened blue, green, and golden in the sun. He took the feather and tucked it up into his turban and turned around to face me, and held up his palm just as he did the first time. Only this time it was to say goodbye... Cruis'n slowly in the ambassador, and I slammed on the brakes and I got out of the car. I caught up with him before he got too far. And I asked him for the answers! What are the answers to the problems of this world! And he looked me in the eye and said they’re found deep inside and said “I’m situated, in everything that's alive.”

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The first full studio album Ambassador from The Foragers! Written and recorded in New Orleans, LA.

Engineered By: Ryan Toussel at Studio13

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released June 12, 2020

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