To heav'n sweetly sing
spirituals of the South States
bless-ed harmony
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To heav'n sweetly sing
spirituals of the South States
bless-ed harmony
bless-ed harmony
when all just seems to be right
smooth jazz all the day
Smooth jazz all the day
the only way to travel
music melting moods
Music melting moods
my mind wanders to the time
when I first met you
When I first met you
I loved your angelic looks
Now I know better
Now I know better
than to trust you, smiling face
soon masks melt away
Soon masks melt away
and gone are the smiles and laughs
now then who are you
Now then who are you
hidden in clouds of rapture
don't pick the daisies
What happens when you're late to the dance...
don't pick the daisies
butterflies are in need and
souls ever hopeful
souls ever hopeful
you feel yourself becoming
what was meant to be
What was meant to be
despite our meanderings
idea hopping
idea hopping
rattling about the brainpan
with no end in sight
With no end in sight
take it to the Nth degree
and the beat goes on
Hey, Maz!! You out there somewhere??;)
And the beat goes on
like repeating ice cream truck
it's driving me nuts
It's driving me nuts
hollow halls of cyberspace
the sounds of silence
The sounds of silence
a frog splashes in a pond
then silence again
Then silence again
by myself I contemplate
close my thoughts and dream
close my thoughts and dream
a silent felicity
a kite on a string
A kite on a string
A tree with grasping branches
That's life, Charlie Brown
Brilliant! :)Quote:
A kite on a string
A tree with grasping branches
That's life, Charlie Brown
That's life, Charlie Brown
talk, to lighten your burden
the doctor is in
The doctor is in
Psychiatric help--five cents
No refunds, blockhead
No refunds, blockhead
My imaginary shrink
I paid him no mind
I paid him no mind
then that's when the football moved
oh... such a vixen
Oh...such a vixen
A smile that can flatten waves
And a mean right hook
cry me a river
meanwhile troubles will move on
life is yours to have
Life is yours to have
your efforts have brought you here
we are all beacons
we are all beacons
signalling from near and far
just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
morning has come, despite all
and will tomorrow
and will tomorrow
bring a joy everlasting
or bitter sorrow
Or bitter sorrow
nesting into the dark place
from a sweet revenge
From a sweet revenge
she thought the eventual
two graves should be dug
Two graves should be dug
if we will treat Ying as Yang
that day never comes
that day never comes
because time waits for no one
who is lost in dreams
Who is lost in dreams
wander through a pink hued world
how lovely it was
how lovely it was
walking between the raindrops
gazing at rainbows
a canary trills
with abandon; its song soars
free upon the wind
Free upon the wind
thunderous applause of hoofs
where the Mustangs soar
where the Mustangs soar
Heaven is not far removed
their blithe spirits blessed
"All spirit is matter, but it is more fine or pure, and can only be discerned by purer eyes." - Joseph Smith