Matisyahu - Close My Eyes Lyrics
Lyrics
No matter where I am bless me with all your light,
I'm on a train brain vexed connect and then I feel blessed
Whether day or night I'm on the street midtown New York City
Let me stop praise your name I need room to breath
I got to feel your peace; I want to feel your ease
I'm screaming' down on my knees, cause my insides bleed
Witnessed all the vampires
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(2x)Close mine eyes and take a ride inside
Feel the breeze blow by, yo I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Introspect and connect the sect's and let this music make you fly
Jerusalem you take me high make me fly like an arrow pon' the sky eye, eye, eye, eye, eye
Said I've been ripped into lyrics, I've been ripped into words
Explained like physics leaving your vision blurred
Helping the unrighteous men there is no need to worry
Crush the wicked, in away with all his fists of fury
I'm studying rhymes all day
And everyday that's what I say
I come with consciousness as my sword I slay
All of them crazy murderers are bound to be prey
knock, knock, suckin' evil man with no delay
I'm droppin' bombs on your moms
Yeah and to your dismay
Up in every single way and in each and every day
I sit back relax and listen to the music play
With headphones on my head a yes I bump and I sway
And I've been rhyming through your house, yes I've been rhyming through your room
Explained like physics leavin' your conscious doomed
Kaboom in the morning and the afternoon
Wright rhymes and I shine right tearing at the moon
I listened' to the wind whistle in a channel of sound
my ear like a vacuum begin to boom, glisten
Like the sun heats a drum
Cursing all of them doomed, rising' up from the ground
Growing full like the moon
Said I'm planted like a seed yes sir
Them get up and get up and grow, and I'm firm like a tree,
And I know that's what I know,
Oh, some of their colors wonderful like it was a rainbow
Let me tell you one time if you didn't know
(2x)Close mine eyes and take a ride inside
Feel the breeze blow by yo, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Introspect and connect the sect's and let this music make you fly
Jerusalem you take me high make me fly like an arrow pon' the sky eye, eye, eye, eye, eye
Moonlight enlighten my way at twilight
from the heights of my roof I send praise then proof
Looking out to the night
and ask for help to get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up
See these versus I praise is like a double edged sword
with the glory of the lord, you could never ignore
Reaching up pon' the skies settled down pon' the floor
my hands is clean and my hearts is pure
being dribbled out of ruddad open up the door
allow yahoos in rattled floorboards and things from different shores
and I've received chopped down Germanys cause my insides bleed for more
give a few words to the crack fiends like we know all means
I'm desperate like it's you or it's the enemy eventually I'm singing, here hope is real
Hashem is unity only one reality
Hurtin' to get this brain dent and page vent
Punch your vain, sent your sanity right out the window
When I rap the wind blows
Ancient melodies burn slow bringing from Egypt to the age of info
Age of slaves to beige and infos burnin' rage chuckin' flows out the window
Shatter like bladder shatter the matters oom batter boom batter
Torn n' tatter getting' spit and spatter turinin pitter patter
I'm the baddest mother gotcha trippin' like the mad hatter
Forget the hatter never had it matted
Skippin' and rippin' and flippin' and drippin and what.
Sit up your run, run, running but you could tie
And none of them miserable debts, could never run from inside
If you tried to keep it down cause you seen a joy
All them know is them frown so you call a man a boy
Oh ya, now toy can't you see now open up your eyes
Every politician is a human in disguise
Them said that my peaceful ways is wrong, and it won't come my way
Hopin' to set up some time at work so now there's no time to play
(2x)Close mine eyes and take a ride inside
Feel the breeze blow by yo, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Introspect and connect the sect's and let this music make you fly
Jerusalem you take me high make me fly like an arrow pon' the sky eye, eye, eye, eye, eye
(2x)Close mine eyes and take a ride inside
Feel the breeze blow by yo, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Introspect and connect the sect's and let this music make you fly
Jerusalem you take me high make me fly like an arrow pon' the sky eye, eye, eye, eye, eye
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Close my Eyes - Matisyahu
Meaning & Inspiration
"I'm screamin' down on my knees, cause my insides bleed."
Matisyahu hits that line and it isn't some Sunday morning polished confession. It sounds like the floor of a gutter, the kind of place where you stop caring about what the neighbors think or how your prayer sounds to the people in the back pews. My insides have been bleeding for a long time—scraped raw by the things I’ve done and the things I’ve tried to fill the hollow spaces with. When he says that, I don’t hear a song; I hear a man who is exhausted by the act. He’s tired of the vampires and the running.
There’s a strange, desperate honesty in it. Most of the time, we try to present a version of ourselves to God that looks like it’s been scrubbed clean. But you don't go to God because you're clean; you go because the stench of your choices is finally turning your own stomach.
It reminds me of the Psalms, the ones where David is just losing his mind, screaming for mercy, basically saying, "Look at the mess, just look at it." It’s unscripted. It’s ugly. And it’s the only way He actually hears you. You can’t bring a curated life to the foot of the cross. You bring the bleeding.
Then he says, "I'm desperate like it's you or it's the enemy eventually I'm singing, here hope is real."
That hits me right in the gut. That’s the feeling of the Prodigal staring at the pigs, realizing the food they’re eating looks better than the starvation he’s chosen for himself. It’s that final, terrifying second where you realize you have nothing left to trade. You aren’t offering God a "relationship" or a "ministry." You are offering Him your wreckage. And there is this terrifying, wild hope that He might actually take it.
I don’t know if Matisyahu is singing about the exact same God I’m pinning my life to, but that cry for a "pure heart"—that hits home. My hands are definitely not clean, and my heart has been a graveyard for a lot of years. But the audacity to believe that, even in the middle of the midtown grime, you can just close your eyes and let that "light" break through? That’s not logic. That’s scandal.
Maybe that’s what grace feels like when you’re still smelling like the smoke of the places you shouldn't have been. It’s not a soft breeze; it’s a total surrender because you finally realized you’re losing the fight. And in the middle of that loss, you find the only thing that actually breathes life into the dead stuff. It’s not tidy. It’s not finished. It’s just me, on my knees, and the desperate, shaky hope that He’s actually there to meet me.