Introducing ‘Every Moment Is New,’ a song about the profound freedom of presence. This track is a gentle invitation to lay down the burdens of the past—the mistakes, the worries, and the old narratives—and embrace the blank canvas of your immediate experience.
“Let the echoes go on a quiet breath, and find your peaceful step toward the light.” [Frank Conn]
Lyrics:
(Verse 1) The curtain falls on yesterday’s scene, the memory starts to blur The mistakes we made, the places we’ve been, the lessons that we learned. We carry the weight of the last hour’s sigh, the echoes of a thought But look at the light in the open sky, the freedom you have bought By simply closing your hand on the past, and letting the grip go free You don’t need a map, you don’t need a cast, you just need to turn and see.
(Chorus) Every Moment Is New. A blank canvas waiting for you. You shed the old skin, and let a new soul bloom. No history to haunt, no shadow in the room. You simply begin again with the breath, As if you “know nothing” about the moment before. You’re standing at the threshold of life and death, And knocking on a brand new door.
(Verse 2) The mind is a collector of dust and rust, of worries long outworn It trades in the currency of mistrust, from the day that you were born It tells you a story of what’s coming next, or what you should have done But the body remembers the simple text: This moment has just begun. The air filling up your lungs is pure, it never breathed for the past It offers a silent, gentle cure, a truth that’s meant to last.
(Chorus) Every Moment Is New A blank canvas waiting for you You shed the old skin, and let a new soul bloom No history to haunt, no shadow in the room You simply begin again with the breath, As if you “know nothing” about the moment before. You’re standing at the threshold of life and death, And knocking on a brand new door.
(Bridge) Forget the score, forget the name, forget the role you played Let go of the needing, let go of the shame, don’t let your heart be swayed By the tired, old voice that wants to define who you are or what you lack There’s nothing to prove, there’s nothing to climb, there’s only the forward track Of a second hand ticking, a light turning green, a clean slate washed in dew It’s the most radical, simple thing, and it’s always waiting for you.
(Chorus) Every Moment Is New. A blank canvas waiting for you. You shed the old skin, and let a new soul bloom. No history to haunt, no shadow in the room. You simply begin again with the breath, As if you “know nothing” about the moment before. You’re standing at the threshold of life and death, And knocking on a brand new door.
(Outro) With the breath… You start again… Every moment is new. Again…
© Developed and produced with the assistance of Suno.ai by Henrik Frederiksen [Founder ElephantTribe.org]
Inspired by conversations with Frank Conn