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Archive for September, 2013

Isn’t That Obvious?

Blue is my hue today,
blinded by arrogance and green so you say.
Save me a soul by sellin’ your lies,
sailin’ away to far away spaces way high up in the sky.
Chariots of fire are the gods you see,
pullin’ puppet master strings of you and me.

And pushin’ their rule by secrecy . . .

A blast is heard from far away,
repeated by the talkin’ head objectively.
The sound’s been bit-sweet as candy . . .
Seen with my own eyes, while I perceive reality.
Cause it’s right there on T.V.

As seen on Fox News last night . . .

Spin doctors writing prescriptions,
but I don’t understand their indications.
And it wasn’t the first time folks . . .
Cuz propaganda is as propaganda does.

Now the scrolls teach us our souls,
are beyond the tolls of our roles . . .

And that includes . . .

Our Constitution, Bible, Koran, Cabala and the Book of the Dead . . .
Our academic institutions and their textbooks . . .
Our tax dollars that buy ’em.
Our corporations that make, market and sell ’em.
Our teachers that use ’em in their lesson plans.

And any interpretation of it . . .

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Dancin’ Again

I know a time . . .
I make’s no sense at all.
May weather this flood . . .
Season through reason and fall.

Fire with fire, n’ head to head . . .
Boilin’ and fumin’, our faces are red.

And here we are . . .
Dancin’ again.

You am I and I are you . . .
One up, one down, one is two.
Assumin’ n’ askin’, through n’ through
Sleepin’ n’ weepin’, n’ smilin’ wit chu.

And here we are . . .
Dancin’ again.

Fire with fire, n’ head to head . . .
Boilin’ and fumin’, our faces are red.

And here we are . . .
Dancin’ again.

Light equals dark
Dark equals light
Yang diming to night
Yin fading from light

And here we are . . .
Dancin’ again

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Distracted Workin’ Man

Workin’ man, dreams of screamin’ fans
Sweats n’ chugs and buys your rugs
Have no fear, in the atmosphere
Buyin’ my way up there, climbin’ dem stairs

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Goals n’ objectives are good for fun
But he’s got a gun and I’m on the run
Auctioned off my soul to the highest bidder
Cuz I wuz a consumer whore last Winter

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Our troops, now we’re told are protectin’ our Freedom
But it’s the Liberty of the Stock Exchange
N’ Phat Cats pullin’ our strings
As the stoned statue Lady rings

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Now I’m a pig fed by the dole
Distracted from my authentic soul
A bull’s eye on the coveted target
Formatted by a compulsive overeating super-sized market

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

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Eagle in Flight

A step from the light
A step from the dark
Close to fallin’
Close to flight

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

A leap of faith
Into an ocean’s abyss
Close to drownin’
Close to fate I’d miss

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

Here I’m standing still
Life’s pulse I can feel
This moment surreal
This experience is real

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

Now my Heart beats alive
My emotions I drive
Your perspective I see
In my own arms I am me

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

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This Land Is Your Land Revisited

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York islands
From the Redwood Forests, to the Gulf Stream waters . . .
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From our Lost Wages, to the stock exchange
From the cookie cutter suburbs, to the water treatment plants . . .
This land was made for my SUV

This land is your land, this land is my land
From corporate propaganda, to the Woodstock Nation
From the self-evident truths, to expanded consciousness . . .
This land was made for Liberty

This land is your land, this land is my land
From crafty politicians, to fortune telling
From intellectual constructs, to intuitive understanding . . .
This land was made for reciprocity

This land is your land, this land is my land
From telepathic communication, to respecting diversity
From free for service economies, to dreaming a New Dream collectively . . .
This land was made for Aquarian Unity

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