Words of Wisdom
...the whole world full of petty wars
Singing "I got mine and you got yours."
And the current fashions set the pace.
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical he rant and rage, Singing "someone got to turn the page"
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing "Just leave well enough alone"
But his pants are down, his cover's blown
And the politicians are throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Cause its all too clear we're on our own...
Its mind over matter...if you don't mind, it don't matter.
Watch out for Yeti.
You look so good while you're riding
On your pterodactyl
Storming castles with abandon
And rainbows by fistfuls
Now lets go dancing madly backwards
While on a sea of air
Everyone I hear is saying
Captain Beyand will be there
Was it I? Or was it shadow?
A trick of light in play
Leaving me to see that I saw
The garden from whence we came
But I'm not saying anything
That hasn't been said before
You may hear it now if you wish to
Put an ear against the floor
On the heels of charming dragons
There is snow falling everywhere
Sorceress, you bring a new Sun
And we will soon be there
Then we go carelessly careening quickly
Screaming all the way
Gravity is such a drag
And we will not obey
Carelessly careening quickly
Screaming all the way
Gravity is such a drag
Now we will have our way
Now we will have it!
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Could've been a swan on a glassy lake.
Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake.
Could've been a ladybug on a windchime,
but she was born a dragonfly.
In the sun she warmed her wings
and listened to the cicadas sing.
"The trees are all bending
in one direction
because of something..."
Cross-pollination by the legs of bees in the spring
is a beautiful thing.
Oh when the sun goes down,
the fireflies come out.
In a pond crept a slimy thing
that hummed a theme from the Rites of Spring.
Pity the mate of Queen Mantis,
so content, but so headless.
Katydid nothing but shiver and cry,
as did the dragonfly.
In the shade the gypsies spin
Among the cloves, they drop their skin.
"...beyond the hedgegrove,
over by the willows,
deep in the shadows..."
Regeneration occurs at a furious speed
beneath the white oak tree.
Oh when the sun comes up
the moon buds fold up.
In the sun she warmed her wings
and listened to the Rites of Spring
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake.
Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake.
Could've been a ladybug on a windchime,
but she was born a dragonfly.
"...ain't ever seen it, but i have heard it.
Sounds like the millstones when they are turning,
but every moment getting louder and louder,
and then there is silence,
and the smell of flowers."
