Sebastian Nilo
Sebastian Nilo
Some people call it dancing. Some people know it’s balance.
A warm tribal groove built on hand percussion, movement, and the things we never say out loud.
For nights when the body keeps a secret the mind can’t carry.
Some people call it dancing. Some people know it’s balance.
A warm tribal groove built on hand percussion, movement, and the things we never say out loud.
For nights when the body keeps a secret the mind can’t carry.
Room full of shadows
Skin full of light
Everybody moving
Nobody asks why
Hands on the rhythm
Eyes on the floor
If I keep turning
I don’t feel more
Don’t ask me where I’ve been
Don’t ask me what I lost
Tonight the drum forgives
Whatever pain it costs
Dancing so I don’t fall
Moving through it all
If I stop, I hear the walls
So I keep dancing
Dancing so I don’t fall
Body answers when I call
If the night wants something more
Let it wait outside the door
Dance… dance…
Don’t let me fall
Smile for a second
Breathe through the smoke
Some people call it freedom
Some call it hope
You see a body swaying
I feel a war inside
But rhythm is a shelter
Where broken things can hide
No need to understand
No need to make it right
Some hearts survive the dark
By borrowing the night
Dancing so I don’t fall
Moving through it all
If I stop, I hear the walls
So I keep dancing
Dancing so I don’t fall
Body answers when I call
If the night wants something more
Let it wait outside the door
When morning finds me still
Will silence take me down?
Until the sun can heal
I need this sacred sound
Dancing so I don’t fall
Moving through it all
If I stop, I hear the walls
So I keep dancing
Dancing so I don’t fall
Till the daylight breaks it all
Till my soul remembers how
To stand without it now
Don’t let me fall...