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​The Traveler's Curse

This song is by Abney Park and appears on the album Under the Floor, Over the Wall (2016).

I was born in a house ringed with trees,
Between the mountains and the seas,
So now when I think of home I believe,
It needs mountains, and trees and forests and seas.

Then we lived off Waikiki,
And the surf and the sand became part of me,
And banyans, and tiki and all the rest,
Now must adorn my final nest.

The Travelers Curse is a pain in your soul
It bores in your heart, an unfillable hole
The Travelers Curse is a pain in your soul
It bores in your heart, an unfillable hole

Then I traveled to far India,
Saw castles built for maharaja,
And jungles of vines, and monkeys too,
And the list of my "home" just grew and grew.

In the far north I saw fields of ice,
And the people there were very nice,
And the space went on forever plus two,
And I though, "I need this much space", and I do!

The Travelers Curse is a pain in your soul
It bores in your heart, an unfillable hole
The Travelers Curse is a pain in your soul
It bores in your heart, an unfillable hole

In Thailand I rode a motor bike,
Between the rikshaws, and tuktuks alike,
Road Elephant back across fields of rice,
And I thought "all of this is very nice".

In Barcelona I explored library's old,
Saw elegant buildings embellished with gold,
And sipped Spanish wine round fountains in squares,
And thought I could be happy there.

The Travelers Curse is a pain in your soul
It bores in your heart, an unfillable hole
The Travelers Curse is a pain in your soul
It bores in your heart, an unfillable hole

In London I lived in museums and pubs,
And the market squares fit me like gloves,
And I visited castles to the south and north,
And thought, "I need all of this, henceforth."

Now As I search for the perfect home,
My list of features barely fit in this poem!
I need elephants, mountains, and sands, and seas,
Castles, tuktuk, and chimpaneze,
Museums, library's,
And my motorbike,
Rickshaws, jungles, and banyans I like.
Libraries of books, and ancient tomes,
Fountains in squares all feel like my homes,

And I see my curse that I built, as I roam.
A traveler is never content in one home.