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…
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Storm Girl
The smell of flowers Is always on her lips and The mysteries of life are in her eyes And she said you men fear all things Even yourselves Even the sky The daughter of the forests Drew closer And laid her perfumed hands Upon my burning eyes And she whispered to me Can you feel it my love Can you feel it my love In your dreams In your dreams In your dreams Words by Mark from "Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth" first published by Miracle Grow 2001.
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Silence, is such a fearful sound Someone pull me, from this metal box Far above the atmosphere I'm looking down to where the oceans never sleep They never sleep Electric storms and solar flares Flashing through my dreams This waking nightmare In the wakefulness of the ocean There's a medicine For the spirit That cannot rest I'm waiting for the tidal wave Close your eyes Let the whirlpool, take you under Close your eyes Can you see the colours burn Close your eyes I'll Take you..... How long can I keep awake Across this endless silence And all these meteor showers All this time, this precious time Spinning…
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