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I know a time that is coming
When the world does not turn
And the sun does not burn
I curse that terrible humming
That coaxes all life
From the ocean slime
I get this terrible feeling
That it might be too late
To start changing our fate
Despite this entropic bias
I sometimes find myself
Looking forward now
I think it's entropy, baby!
That covers the past
With a nuclear blast
And now it seems our time is fleeting
Like holy shit
Has it been so long?
How in the hell is she 21?
Time is fucking me up
And I've so much left unsaid
And all night long you refused to come back to bed
Man I hope you don't puke yourself dead
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You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
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Jeff Hanes - Namaste
01:35
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School's out for the whole darn summer
And you knew how to transform the downtime to somethin funner
So you dug it up, your card, been a hard minute since you took it on the road
And a great big bag for the load
Of loot you find
They don't make bags big enough
Gettin the mom or dad to take you for a ride
To the library, hit em up
Shelves on shelves of ships and spells
Pigs and elves, big castles of brick, nonfiction that miraculously actually tells
You lessons you want to learn
Like how plants grow or how to churn
Butter, or make your friend's heart flutter
Get a coin to disappear, reappear behind the ear
Whatever you want, it's there
And if it's not, order from another library
I very much like to share
Find what you want,
come to the front
I'll give a scan,
tell you the plan
This is how long you
can have it and after
You'll rack up some back debt
per day that it's late so handle
Your time well,
Don't get a fine, we'll
Send you a heads up
when we need to get stuff
Returned, durin the off
hours just pull up step out your
Car drop it off in the slot my fellow
Reader, this is free for
As long as you be,
come here and see
The events we got poppin
in summer they're often
The puppet shows, and authors'
public orations to thee
Arts, crafts,
bubbles and snacks
No contest you
have found the best, ooh
Haven't even told you the
best aspect even if you haven't
The need to read
there's a public restroom
Ooooh time ran out
to check out
Before your detective
could figure out
who did it, ouch
That stinks
I guess you'll never know,
oh wait, no need to get
irate or pout
Me thinks with a nudge and a wink I can
Buy you more weeks of keeps at your house
Bippity boppity boo
Your book of finding clues, renewed
That's how we do, takin a few
Smackaroos of government pumpin it back in the mass o citizens givin a neverending plenty pile of pages over lands and ages
kids and adults can have all the right in the world to choose from
You gotta use the
Reading ability heaven gave us, you better not say it goodbye
Read until every bit of slime in your eyes dries wiseman or woman
Then come in the door for more
Lines of writers dead or alive
What you want my friend, aisle 25
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Hope rises up
And down again
Never to be the same
Home rises up
And down again
Feathers built on grain
And there’s so many ways
You can understate
What was, and feel okay about our pain
And there’s so many ways
I can’t paraphrase
The life you never felt
But somehow gave
Well I guess beneath it all’s
Another face
Yeah, I guess beneath it all’s
Another face
Hope rises up
And down again
Clever, witty thing
Home rises up
And down again
Caught in between
And there’s so many days
When I contemplate
The best is yet to come
So come what may
And there’s so many days
You might “compensate”
End pretends, no longer to portray
Well I guess beneath it all’s
Another face
Yeah, I guess beneath it all’s
Another face
But I thought all along
I knew that face
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Too many people live in LA
Too many people got somethin to say
Talkin over each other everywhere ya go
Everywhere you drive ya drive too slow
The valley and the canyon were a sight to see
But buildings block your view in the city
Waylon once warned me the place was uptight
Didn’t quite buy it then but I know he was right
I got a girl in Oregon and I miss her so
Up on the mountain where the tall trees grow
Oregon girl I wish I was there
Runnin my fingers through your punk rock hair
Darlin take me with ya to the punk rock show
Then we’ll head on home to our garden grow
Moss on the step, tomatoes on the vine
Sativa on the stem and we’re feelin just fine
Too many people live in the D.F.Dubya
Too many people askin Jesus to save ya
You can have a good time down in Deep Ellum
Keep your hands in your pockets or somebody will sell em
They love freedom or so I was told
While I was scraping pennies 'neath a tower of gold
What they really want is to keep you down
While their oil field drills burn the earth to the ground
But I got a girl in Oregon and I miss her so
Down in the valley where all the hops grow
Oregon girl I wish I was there
Runnin my fingers through your punk rock hair
Darlin take me with ya to the punk rock show
Then we’ll head on home to our garden grow
Moss on the step, tomatoes on the vine
Sativa on the stem and we’re feelin just fine
Sometimes you gotta get lost, sometimes you find your way
Sometimes you gotta bathe in the wind and rain
Sometimes what was for the best just made things rough
And sometimes a good deal ain’t quite good enough
Cause I got a girl in Oregon and I miss her so
Out along the river where the salmon flow
Oregon girl I wish I was there
Runnin my fingers through your punk rock hair
Darlin take me with ya to the punk rock show
Then we’ll head on home to our garden grow
Moss on the step, tomatoes on the vine
Sativa on the stem and we’re feelin just fine
Lyrics by Burke De Boer
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