Raindrops Fall
like tinkerbells
tiny little splashes
kerplashes
waking me from my dreams
is a poodle in my lap
and cashews in my mouth
poodles tongue
la la la
la la
i tried to be your friend but you didn't really care
anywhere is somewhere is in between here and there
wake up america
wake up america
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radio static in the flying saucer observing Planet Earth from accordian orbit
gypsies, tramps and theaves
isn't a word
boring
it's a cross between Leaves and Theives. One who Leaves Theaves
Behind
boring
you are boring me with your mindless drivel
I need more than pontification. I need more than cerebreal exploration.
boring
you are boring
•
bells
Tibetan Bells
of the Dead,
calling in the wind
to those Lost Souls
still dwelling in a world that obeys the Commands of Gravitational
Force.
Eqypt is Falling
and with it so will France soon join in.
This is the Begining of the End.
Just as it was left for us,
in the messages of the Great Stone Temples and Monuments
that have survived the pillaging of the very People it Seeks to Protect
from the inevetable anhilation that comes with the thinking that
This has Happened Before and Will Happen Again.
We all see what we want to see.
We all see what it is we want to see.
We all see what it is we want to be
come
We'd like to have the Best of All Worlds
but perhaps it is not known
to all but a few that the Best of All Worlds
is a World Not Yet Known
This has happened before and this will happen again.
A world Yet Known awaits
your discovery and touch
but if you are to get there, then you must rise above the pettiness
and the greed
and the need
for power and
control of all
that surrounds
of all that sounds
like alarm clocks
buzzing in your
minds
Eye
My Third Eye
is now but a Wind Tunnel
A hollow
empty echoe
unable though to completely prevent
the memory of an ancient past
from bubbling
like champagne
to the surface of my consciousness
Bah Bah Bah Bah
Bah Bah Bah
Bah Ba Bah
Bah Bah Bah Bah
Ba Bah Bah Ba
Let the music just fill your soul
Let the anger dissapate
like snow in Sun
Let go of your Need to Own
Let go of your Desire for Power
and your Lust for Gold
Let go of your Greed
Release Gluttony
Bah Bah
Ba Ba
Bah Bah Ba
ba Bah bah bah
•
Car Screeching
Horn Honking
Tank pointing
it's barrel at me
Mubarek is Fiddling while
Rome is burning.
The People are dancing
in the street
Fires burning
People screaming and shouting
There's Revolution in the Street!
There's Revolution in our Hearts!
It's in our Minds.
We're no longer asleep. We are aware.
We see and we know. Only in this country we choose otherwise.
We know but we choose to not revolt. Because we accept what the State offers.
And why?
Because we are addicted to Consumerism. We are greedy Capitalists. We only give a fraction of what we take. How do you place value on Human Hope.
Please Elaborate.
Come on girl please be mine.
Make up your mind. Will you be mine?
Play the bongos to a groovy beat
The time is right
to Enter the Void of Ancient Delight
To Enter the Garden of Eden and reclaim our
rightful place in a drugged out space
free from moral plight and mean old Men
swigging
and swagging, swooging and swoging
We're watching the Egyptians revolt against
Mean Old Men
with their big ol' tanks
pointing their long and hard barrels
at each of our throats
bleed
smoke
sally to and fro
jump up and down
watch out for the snake
that apple was mine
I get the first bite
I want the knowledge
before you know too
This has happened before
and this will happen again
This has happened before
and this will happen again
UNLESS
We all put and end to the MEAN OLD MEN.
These are the seeds of Revolution
These are the words of Evolution
You've heard them before, Now hear them again.
We are destroying this planet.
Knowingly and with Intent.
We assign Blame to all that Stands in our Way.
We assume Guilt of those who Think Not Like Us
of those who disaprove of the
Ways of the Corporations.
We turn our eyes away from the Greed of the Bankers and the StockBrokers.
And in fact, we rack, up even more credit card debt, fully knowing that the percentages we are paying are loan sharking rates; but it's legal, and we know why too. Because the Politicians are all in the Pockets and/or on the Payrolls of those
they seek to Oversee.
from their Knees?
With their Pants Caught Down?
And their hands covered in
Classical Music
Opera
Ballet
Violins Play
And we sway this way and that.
That way and this. We dance. We dance. Kerplance.
Badah, Buddah, Yah-da, see so, mind moe, tee hee, fa la, por que
tu de nada
truly motha, I am such a lonely boy
trapped in this moonlit world
of turmoil and fear of
all in between sight unseen
afraid to swim because of the sunscreen
it might wash off we might not be so accustomed to the Sun
we thought we loved
It will kill us.
Because we are not it's CHildren.
Because we don't want to give up our afternoon craving for
Honey and
You
Perhaps you knew
from the moment we first saw, we first laid eyes, we first held hands, we first touched. We first kissed
Do you remember when we first kissed.
How sloppy how messy how forever and ever it seemed that it went?
do you remember
in the bar turned into the car
when the sofa turned into the floor
when the putting green turned into your bed
do you remember?
I do.
I remember what it was in Eden.
I remember what it was before we ate that apple.
I remember what it was before we had the knoweldge
of the evils that man can do and
the awareness of how it is I look to you.
This has happened Before and this will Happen Again
In ten thousand years we might meet again.
You and I; but perhaps next time, we won't be so fortunate to have been born
in America just before the End of It All.
We wasted it all.
Didn't We?
We wasted all our Ancestors did to get us to this point. We couldn't rise above the squablling and bullying. The problem is not with the People of this Planet. The Problem is with the Leaders of this Planet.
They suck.
Chupa!
Estos Chupa.
eres para Mi!
Viva el Gente
No Necesito
fantasmo
la cantina de ensalada estas aqui'
on la derecha tenemos much platos frios
y en la esquiera, tenemos sopa.
La sopa para la Noche estas una sopa de
corazon
mi amour, ests es para ti
Mi Amour
Su fuerte
es mi Ojos
We are Children of Moon and the Morning Star
Moon and the Morning Star
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