I'm standing on this bridge Looking down Into the waters A million insect wings Are beating Beating in my head   But still these river waters Run deep Those crystal cool cool waters Run deep   Keep this cancerous sun Out of my eyes Keep it from my skin The stillness of the air Disarms me It strips me bare   But still these river waters run deep Those crystal cool cool waters run deep   The days grow long The days are growing long The days grow longer still Shade me from your sun Shade me from your sun   Words by Mark from "Cactus Farming At The Ends Of…

My friend, music is The language of the spirits When birds sing, do they call to the flowers Or do they call, to the trees, or to the streams?   For man in his understanding, cannot know What the bird is saying Nor what the stream is murmuring   When the ocean Waves crash upon the shore Can man in his understanding know What the rain What the breeze What the flowers know?   Man in his understanding Cannot know What the bird is saying Nor what the stream is murmuring   In your depths We deposit all our hearts All our soul   The spirits taught us to see with…