Muspra from Lalana Siksapara by Modod
Muspra
A surreal monologue draped over guitar, bass, gamelan, bundengan, angklung, winds, and percussion. Muspra feels less like a song than a diary entry muttered into a cracked megaphone at dawn.
The text wanders: pedaling past a dim burjo, hair uncut, salon temptations ignored, thoughts hollowed by emptiness. Dangdut blares—stiff, soulless—while the narrator drifts into a meditation on futility. Trucks of chickens, cement, garbage roar past, avatars of memory crushed under their weight.
The lyric is bleak yet comic: yearning for everything to vanish, then ending not with transcendence but with a petty, human plea—“Gusti, aku pengin kerokan!” The holy collapses into the mundane; despair collapses into slapstick.
At 3:40, Muspra leaves the listener dangling between tragic emptiness and absurd laughter.
This is existential dangdut theater, staged on the roadside of a collapsing world.
Tracklist
| 9. | Muspra | 3:39 |
Lyrics
Esuk iki tak telan megafon
Weteng isih setengah kosong
Pikiran alon-alon bolong
Ngonthel pit liwat dalan prancak
Mburine warung burjo sing peteng
Angin seliwir nyengkuyung rambutku
Mbrebegi kaya tokoh fiksi
Isih dawa durung sempet dipotong
Tangan teteh salon pinggir dalan
Nanging isi pikiranku tetep
Nyampleng lan adhem
Sakjane kabeh wis beda
Urip nggegirisi sepi
Sing kari mung swara dhangdut sing kaku lan hampa
Pikiranku kebingungan
Rasane muspra
Kosong
Kenangan wegobang-gobang kepreset
Nalika lintasan pikiran diresapi dhewekan
Wong-wong sing ora peduli
Lan weteng sing ngrasakake jenuh
Nutupi kabeh kawirangan sing nglalu
Kabeh rasane ora penting maneh
Ing dalan raya aku pengin nggilas kenangan
Karo truk-truk kebak pitik
Truk-truk semen
Truk-truk sampah
Lan kendaraan abot liyane
Kabeh bisa ditelan tanpa sisa
Kaya ilang ing sak hap
Ilang tanpa eseman
Tanpa tilas
Kabeh nguap alon-alon
Ditelan meneng
Karo iringan gitar David Gilmour sing nglirih alus
Ngguyu halus
Ngrayap ing antarane sela-sela sepi
Gusti
Aku pengin kerokan
