The Bluesman’s Notebook

i need to make a call/
oh lord, how i need somebody to call/
because you never forget that first conversation you have with the wall/
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hello operator,
who am i talkin’ to today/
oh, hello operator,
who am i talkin’ to today/
i don’t need to know his name,
i just need to know if he’s walkin’ on my way/

hello ringleader,
where’s the circus goin’ today/
oh, hello ringleader,
where’s the circus goin’ today/
tomorrow was his first answer,
and that was all he had to say/

hello mr. clown man,
what color balloon will you use today/
oh, hello mr. clown man,
what color balloon will you use today/
you should know me by now,
the only color i got left is gray/

hello pretty mama,
what dress will you wear today/
oh, hello pretty mama,
what dress will you wear today/
now, don’t you remember, young boy,
only talk to me when you pray/

hello lord,
what is it today/
oh, hello lord,
what is it today/
and all he said was,
today/
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i don’t know if you can follow me/
you must promise that you’re sorrow free/
you must turn your heart into the key/
plant the seed, love will be hate’s defeat/

you don’t know how far i can see/
tomorrow is yesterday to me/
in my mind is where i know i’m free/
i will grow tall as the endless tree/

in direction of my pointed feet, follow the beat/
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i have seen my mind as desolation, i have seen it as the sea/
i have seen my mind as revelation, i have seen it as defeat/
i don’t need to know where i am walkin’, as long i have my feet/
and as long as they is pointed forwards, in heaven, i will have my seat/

they say that heaven and hell was born at the same crossroad/
the beginning and end were born in the center, and this is foretold/
is there anything at all besides the soul/
that big wheel that keep on turnin’ that lets the train roll/

blue and green combine with yellow, hello, it’s you and me, divine/
these are just the many things that i have seen as my mind/

i know that i can see/
i know i am i when my eye is free/
i know when i and i are one/
one must be with three to feel the sun/

oneness, the universe, god, it is all today/
the left and the right to my back, i’ll be on my way/

the ray, me, myself, i, and the tambourine/
this is just one thing that i have seen/

the nameless, consciousness, spirit, it is all today/
the harmonica solos as we dance the night away/

i heard the four horsemen singin’ to come together/
and there ain’t no such thing as stormy weather/
they say it’s all for good, and tomorrow is better/
yesterday is blind to you and the sorrow is pleasure/

i can’t see farther than my eyes/
you only need to be lookin’ with the third, says the wise/

i don’t know gray, i was taught black and white/
that explains why i believe in such things as wrong and right/

there is only one truth that can flow out from the neck/
here and now is where you are every single time you check/
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the unknown and the known are one and the same/
the only difference between the two is their name/
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i can’t describe how i feel when i look at you/
i can’t tell the difference no more between one and two/
black is white, red is green, yellow is purple, orange is blue/
back and forth, forth and back, i’m on track to make it through/
and the only place that i ever go is right back to you/

the only thing that i can see is the fire in your eyes/
it’s somethin’ hot enough to burn the shell off the truth and the lies/
you don’t need to be foolish, you don’t need to be wise/
to feel it melt away all the ice inside and reveal the prize/
these are the things that i see when i look in your eyes/

and it ain’t no thoughts can tell what happens in the heart/
the single atom separation, million miles apart/
the beginning and the end are the same place, i don’t know where to start/
i can feel somethin’ movin’, turnin’, is it a work of art/
i can hear the great drum beatin’, and the rhythm matches your heart/
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good and bad fall to the floor/
no, i can’t take this anymore/
life is full of battles,
but i won’t wage a war/

i’ve seen peace close the door/
no, i won’t take it anymore/
life is nothin’ but battles,
but it don’t have to be a war/
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i know you’re gonna think my words are a myth/
yes, i know you’re gonna think my words are a myth/
but reality’s truth is god is who i am and who i am with/

universal oneness is somethin’ you don’t need to believe/
universal oneness ain’t nothin’ that you have to believe/
look around and hear a sound and understand that this couldn’t leave/

the leaves are fallin’ and the trees don’t care/
the leaves are fallin’ down and the trees don’t care/
they always return again, and of this, they’re aware/

to have three eyes is to see the world as it is/
to have that third eye is to see the world as it is/
freedom is the mind’s sky, the brain is the cage’s abyss/

to walk that rope tight, align the line inside with the eye/
to walk that rope, you must align the line inside with the eye/
to make it across to both sides is to unveil the truth of the i/

the i is god and this is the truth that i am with/
the i is god, yes, this is the truth that i am with/
the reality of life is confirmed within the self of the myth/
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the loosest description explains way better than any thought/
the loosest description explains way more than all of my thought/
the worlds at war is where we find ourselves most often caught/

i have thoughts all the time, and boy, do they weigh a lot/
i have thoughts all the time, and lord, do they weigh a lot/
thoughts are light, bright, i wish this is what we could be taught/

i’m thinkin’ about life and thinkin’ about what it’s not/
i’m thinkin’ about life and i’m thinkin’ about what it is not/
the last thing i would ever would try to do is draw from dot to dot/

me and my feelings and my thoughts are what i’ve got/
me and my feelings and my thoughts are all that i’ve got/
did you know to go from circle to spiral is to untie the knot/
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i just met the gamblin’ man that lives on the edge of the block/
he don’t know the difference between a dollar and a shiny golden rock/
when i told him that they wasn’t the same, lord, he was in for a shock/
and then i told him that to get through the door, you’ve got to put the key in the lock/

i just met the ramblin’ man that lives on the corner of the block/
i asked him for his name, he said i think that i’m the doc/
i asked him, do you know anything about all those stocks/
he said, oh no, i don’t know how to think inside the box/

i just met the tambourine man that lives in the center of the block/
he said to stop askin’ questions and just be like the clock/
and then he said one more thing, i felt the soul unlock/
he said, if there is a tick, then there is a tock/
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oh baby, are you a trip/
i say, oh my baby, darling, are you a trip/
because every time i look at my watch, i see my needle skip/

oh baby, are you the ship/
i say, oh my baby, darling, are you the ship/
can you take me down the water to the vision of the mirror flip/

oh baby, death is not your lips/
i say, oh my baby, darling, death is not your lips/
we could walk through the river, laughin’ as the snake tongue slips/

oh baby, are you the mist/
i say, oh my baby, darling, are you the mist/
the clouds bring rain, reveal sun, and then my cheek is kissed/

oh baby, are you the moon/
i say, oh my baby, darling, are you the moon/
the waves in your eyes play a cosmic rhythm midnight tune/

oh baby, are you the dance/
i say, oh my baby, darling, are you the dance/
i tell you all of my brushstrokes wander, flow, and change with your trance/

oh baby, are you the plants/
i say, oh my baby, darling, are you the plants/
i’ll put the dice in my pocket if we’re leavin’ all of this up to chance/

oh baby, are you there/
i say, oh my baby, darling, are you there/
i don’t know the wind’s language, but i can feel your love in the air/

oh baby, are you the one/
i say, oh my baby, darling, are you the one/
upon that sky high canvas, heaven’s painters are never done/

oh baby, life is in your love/
i say, oh my baby, darling, life is in your love/
it keeps on keepin’ on, my world is spinnin’ to the song of your dove/
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i’m gonna see you, and you’re gonna see/
oh, i will see you, and yes, you will see/
perceptions, reflections, impressions, all that mentions me/

i want to see you slip and fall from the ride/
yes, i want to see you fall off of the ride/
well, why would you choose to be on the boat when you could be one with the tide/

i have to see you, and i’ll make it through/
i have to see you when i’m makin’ it through/
the night is black, the day is blue, i love you, the same sky’s clue/

i see the threefold and i know it is true/
i see the threefold, i understand it’s true/
life, light, truth, the good, the beautiful, the one, i see you/
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all i need is two things, my reason and my rhyme/
all i need in this world is two things, my reason and rhyme/
it don’t matter to me which way the wheel spins, i got a spiral to climb/
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the bluesman’s notebook has all of the keys/
the bluesman’s notebook holds all of the keys/
to read through the seeds, roots, trunks, branches, and leaves of the trees/

the hand of the bluesman’s notebook holds all of the keys/
the hand of the bluesman’s notebook has all of the keys/
the hand will match exactly and only what the mind sees/

the bluesman’s notebook is the third eye’s key/
the hand of the bluesman’s notebook, the third eye’s key/
to open the door, to right i, and then to be/

the bluesman’s notebook, the song of life is the key/
the hand of the bluesman’s notebook is composin’ the key/
god is the source of the force, the voice of now, it’s me/
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silence is the answer to the universe/
silence is the answer to the universe/
man gave names to all the animals, the first curse/
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they say the easy way out is often times the longest road/
i heard the conversation between the frog and the toad/
i heard them both say that they would rather swim than walk/
when i asked them why, they said that that way, they can’t talk/

silence is a medicine, for thoughts and words are different things/
words are just the imitations, and thoughts are the kings/
queen mother nature creates every time she sings/
cuttin’ loose the puppet strings and revealin’ angel wings/

the guilt and the innocence, both sides of how to feel/
the rolling stone behind the mask swears to god the face is real/
the three eyes present at the scene promise time will heal/
the moment in the sandman’s hands, he’s gonna spin the wheel/

all roads lead to the same fork, the things as they seem/
or the way of nirvana, a voyage pure, life, to travel the dream/
the mind lost and found within the labyrinth invented the stream/
the water, the flowin’, changin’ river, the drop is the seam/

the bird’s eye view exists when lookin’ from above/
hate is at the bottom, and this is necessary for love/
the bird’s eye view, the eagle flyin’ free with the dove/
the teachings of the bottom, the frog and the toad know to love/

the view from the top and the bottom agreed that they can see/
and when they said this to each other, that’s when they were free/
the view from the middle path is quiet, it seems to me/
the view never mattered, the truth is that we all live to be/
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put both feet inside of my shoes/
and i’ll teach you how to tap along to the blues/
put both your feet inside of my shoes/
and i’ll teach you how to tap along to the blues/
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maybe i’ll buy a drum kit,
hey, maybe i’ll buy a clarinet/
maybe i’ll buy me a big gigantic drum kit,
or maybe i’ll buy me a good ol’ clarinet/
i can hear my soul playin’ the tune, i’m just not playin’ with it yet/

i think i’ll buy a harmonica,
i think i will buy a guitar/
oh, i think i’ll get me a harmonica,
yes, i think i’ll get me a guitar/
me, my soul, and i are playin’ the tune, the sun and moon rockstar/
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one for the road below,
and one for the shoes/
one for the feet above,
and one for the blues/
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one man’s trash can be another man’s treasure/
one man’s tragedy, another man’s pleasure/
one man’s apathy, another man’s weather/
one man’s have to be, another man’s never/
one man’s path to free, another man’s seven/
one man’s land of three, another man’s heaven/
one man happily becomes a man better/
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what good am i, if i’m as good as i am/
as good as i think/
what good am i, if i’m as good as i am/
as good as i feel/
what good am i, if i’m as good as i am/
as good as i believe/
what good am i, if i’m as good as i am/
as good as i am/
what good am i, i am as good as i am/
as good as i can be/
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i was standin’ on the roadside, and then i started to swim/
i was standin’ on the roadside, that’s when i started to swim/
i looked into two mirrors, then the third said i’m him/
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was it late at night on day 66,
or was it early in the mornin’ on day 67/
was it early in the mornin’ on day 66,
or was it late at night on day 67/
i don’t know which way is hell,
but either way, i’ma end up in heaven/
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it rained on the day marvin gaye died, oh, what’s goin’ on/
well, it rained on the day marvin gaye died, oh, what’s goin’ on/
it must be a sign for me to keep on keepin’ on/

is it under the moon or is it above the sun/
is it above the moon, tell me, is it under the sun/
it ain’t nobody, it ain’t no one except for the one/
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i am the morning star, i am the nighttime sun/
i am the nighttime star, i am the morning sun/
if i say i am, then i understand the all as one/
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i like laughter more than happily ever after/
i like laughter way more than happily ever after/
well, even in your darkest hour, you can still crack a joke and burst out in laughter/
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i know i’m the man for you, and i know you’re the woman for me/
i heard somebody say that, i said, i know you can’t see/
he said, how dare you say that, i said, you ever seen a tree/
it don’t talk about the dirt, the forest, the earth, it’s taught to be/

he said, you got me so confused in my mind, i’m about to flee/
i said, you got to lose your mind and find the mind to be free/

he said, is it somethin’ in my bones, is there a skeleton key/
good god, my friend, life, light, and truth, the almighty three/
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every mountain’s top has a bottom,
and every mountain’s bottom has a top/
there has never been a flowin’ river,
that didn’t know a first water drop/
all of the beautiful mountains,
have a climb between the bottom and top/
all of the beautiful rivers,
never flow with only one water drop/
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well, please pardon my friend, the doctor is very new/
oh, do please pardon my friend, the doctor is very new/
he don’t quite know if he just shot his friend or his shoe/

he walked into his office, saw his chair, and sat right down/
he walked into his office this mornin’, saw his chair, and sat down/
he pleaded, please, my friend, clean the lips off this clown/

i asked, well, my friend, aren’t you the doctor, why do you frown/
i asked, oh, my friend, you’re the doctor, why with the frown/
he said, well, i don’t think i’m sick, but i do know i’m down/

i asked, my friend, have you ever put the sword in the cup/
i asked, oh, lord, have you ever dipped your sword in your cup/
he asked, what does that mean, i said, the meaning is look up/
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another page of blank space, it’s time to pick up the pen/
another page of blank time, the space was given for lyrics of mirrors of zen/
the cards were shuffled to trouble the ace and the ten/
ain’t nothin’ wrong with going back to the drawin’ board, that just means i get to draw again/
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you don’t need to be blind to be able to see/
a curious mind is a happy thing to me/
the answer to the question, the door to the key/
it’s always to be, being grows through curiosity/

my eyes are awake, my life is alive/
i do believe curiosity is the only drive/

thank you for the rain, you got the grass all green/
would it even have happened if it wasn’t seen/
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well, i’ve been to the big apple, oh, i’ve been to times square/
i think they took too many bites, ain’t nobody alive there/
blinded by the big signs and the big bright shiny lights/
so many wrongs in one square, triangles don’t got too many rights/
one at most, three at least, fall in the west, rise high in the east/
the mind of the diamond eagle, forged in the scorpion bellied beast/
fall away, fly away, rise to divine highness, god absolute/
the only way, the way of the soul, a good sole on a walking boot/
both feet pointed to heaven’s sky, the pattern of hell guides the light/
macrocosm, microcosm, god and man, life to write/
murality, thought and creation, infinity is the mind/
imagination is sight of god, to be, all else is blind/
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infinity inside of my mind, i wish i knew the range/
it ain’t nothin’ strange, it’s just life following the laws of flow and change/
flow and change, the sweet laws of the body’s essence, elemental material cage/
infinity inside of my mind, i just wish i saw the page/
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i ran into the man who had some different talents/
i said, you got too much inside your picnic basket/
he said, now don’t give me all your wizard magic/
i said, i’m only readin’ from my lyric tablets/
the peace of the beast is what the spirit crafted/
within is askin’, get it back, the rhythm is dancin’/
keep on keepin’ on, the role of the soul/
time to go, the rolling stone’s toll is infinite laughin’/
time and space, flow and change, wisdom and passion/
i told the man, i know i only listen to answers/
and he asked me once more, is it aladdin/
i told him, everything is true, just find where the lamp is/
the guidin’ light, divine in sight, the god of the mind/
the absolute truth is within you, the eye of the blind/
i ran into the man who had the river’s chalice/
the beetle bugs and maxwells and silver hammers/
i told himself to watch your back for slither daggers/
he said, how else to understand the sand trance canvas/
i thought for a moment, then created again/
life and death, lost in the wind, found in the pen/
that i write with, wrong and right light switch/
ice picks, sticks for the fire, i am everything i might miss/
shoot for the stars, cosmic consciousness reigns/
the sunshine’s wide awake, the cloud’s asleep when it rains/
i ran into the weatherman that knows the way the wind blows/
i told myself to stay inside and watch it through the windows/
i saw the mirror’s author’s written vision backwards/
and afterwards, the words were all in vivid patterns/
the gift of karma, givin’ art to scripted masters/
the emerald heaven reflects murality chapters/
reality’s mask is cracked, train track pieces are scattered/
the map back to white and black is rhymin’ and stanzas/
i’m spiralin’ faster, the stream is runnin’ smoother now than ever before/
the here and now, the clear sphere is bound, the key to the door/
peace and war illusion, past and future losin’ their grip/
the present, the essence of self is movin’ the ship/
i walked down to the crossroads early in the mornin’/
the moon was in the sky that night, i started mournin’/
i really wonder, will the sun wake up/
i wish i got the promise it was all made up/
one fish, two fish, red pill, blue pill/
everything that matters is a matter of fate and will/
brain upon the hill, winged king of the paint spill/
i ran into the tambourine man and remained still/
i took a deep breath, i don’t believe my face is real/
he played the high harmony for me and i shaped the wheel/
freewheel a word, dot to circle is line/
the universe and the earth’s birth, the work is align/
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the rhythms are splashin’, the rivers are laughin’, and that’s all right to me/
the rhythms are dancin’, the rivers are trancin’, and that’s alright with me/
the path of the map of the candle’s travels, mask black and light, to see/
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i ran into the man atop the blackjack tower/
i ran into the man who had the knapsack power/
i ran through the deck, kept shufflin’ flowers/
the ace, king, and queen left the jack in the hours/
the clock kept tickin’ and the world kept spinnin’ and the fire kept burnin’ and the earth kept
turnin’/
and yet, the water kept runnin’, flowin’ and changin’ with every step, yes, it kept learnin’/
it ran away, far away, away to the way of the sun/
as it’s shinin’ down on me, you, the moon, i, and everyone/
everything is one with the one and the all and the walls and the fall and the rise to the high wise eye prize/
fly away, and return to eternal, the verse of the play/
playin’ the music, the blueprint of movement, the truth is to sing, grow wings, and dance/
the prose bringin’ chance to soul’s peace advance/
the lone evil glance, it goes slow, rowboat dreamin’ in streams/
it seems to write cracks in the fact seams/
leadin’ right back to the alleyway cat/
the pat on the head for the tombstone dead/
the map for the bread of the blues tone bed/
again, to go from circle to spiral is to understand/
and either way, the universe is a band/
i draw a shiny card, it rests in my hand/
i look down at my feet, there’s nowhere to stand/
i feel the sand rush away, empty hourglass is where i’m at/
here and now, maybe that’s just that/
i think i put my sword in my cup/
i know god spoke to me, he said, it’s time to look up/
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i’m standin’ at the peak of the mountain, the sun and moon are in the sky/
i’m standin’ at the peak of the mountain, the sun and moon are in the sky/
the perfect images of my two eyes, seen with my third eye/
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i ran into the man who had the ramblin’ mouth/
he was a-wanderin’ and ponderin’ the sandman powder/
he was scramblin’ up north and he was gamblin’ south/
he was murality’s author, meet the maskman, schauer/
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you can’t see me smile inside of this word bound string/
that’s what i mean when i say words aren’t everything/
you can’t hear me smile inside of my thought bound string/
that’s what i mean when i say thoughts aren’t everything/
you can’t feel me smile inside of no heart bound string/
that’s what i mean when i say feelings aren’t everything/
and i know that i’m smilin’ when i start to smile wide/
the soul is the one that smiles, yes, it always starts inside/
so remember this one thing if you see any kind of string/
the mind is king, god’s heart, the world soul is everything/
you can always smile whether or not it’s dark or light/
to be is the answer, the key way beyond wrong and right/
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you never do,
what isn’t true,
to you/

whatever you do,
if it is true,
then it is you/

you must do,
what is most true,
to be you/
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scuff the shoes/
one and two/
ain’t nothin’ else true/
but footstep rhythm blues/
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well, if i was a gamblin’ man, then i just might be a saint/
and if i was friends with the certain man, i’d say, no you ain’t/
and he’d say, why did you say that,
laughin’ at a man with a broken dream/
and i’d say, you’re being silly my friend,
it’s just one water drop in the stream/

well, if i was a gamblin’ man, i’d bring my own cards to play/
a-bickerin’ with the flickerin’ street corner lamp every night and day/
a-screamin’ and a-hollerin’ to myself,
because of you, i don’t know where to stray/
the sun and moon above are dancin’, laughin’,
can’t you follow your own way/

well, if i was a ramblin’ man, i’d walk and talk all night long/
my shoes would run out of footsteps, then i’d write me a song/
for me to sing to the heavens
when it’s time for me to sit down/
well, here on earth, the hard rain’s a-fallin’,
and i’m a-laughin’ with the clown/
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well, i believe,
oh, i believe my time ain’t long/
yes, i believe,
oh, i believe my time ain’t long/
well, i’ll wake up early in the mornin’,
and sing my last song/

well, i woke up this mornin’,
i believe my time is long/
yes, i woke up this mornin’,
i do believe my time is long/
i’ll walk on out to the busy crossroad,
and write a brand new song/

well, i believe,
it’s time to put on my walkin’ shoes/
yes, i believe,
it’s time to put on my walkin’ shoes/
i don’t know where i’m walkin’,
but i know i’ve got the blues/

well, does this mean you’ll be gone,
walkin’ for a good ol’ long time/
does this mean you’ll be gone,
a-walkin’ for a good long ol’ time/
yes indeed, that’s right, my friend,
i’ve got a spiral to climb/
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infinity is my chain, and i am never breakin’ loose/
infinity is my chain, and i am never breakin’ loose/
murality, god is creation and thought is nous/

the sun and moon are my chains, and i will never shake them loose/
the sun and moon are my chains, and i will never shake them loose/
murality, god is creation and thought is nous/

murality is my chain, and i’m the one that broke it free/
murality is my chain, and i’m the one that broke it free/
god is the truth, reality of word, the spoken me/

a-playin’ spiral serpent blues, the chain is shakin’ itself loose/
a-playin’ spiral serpent blues, the chain is shakin’ itself loose/
a-dancin’ to murality, the tune of truth, the mind is nous/
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tell me everything, god,
please be specific/
the world has never changed,
just the people in it/
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oh, i’m just a blues player,
a-singin’ my last song/
she said, tell your story to me,
i said, that won’t take long/
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those things you can’t help but do/
those are the things you need to help yourself to/
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the way life goes
from beginning to end/
well, it depends,
how do you speak to yourself
as a friend/

the way your life goes
from beginning to end/
it all depends
on how you speak to yourself
as a friend/
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well, i hear my train a-comin’,
comin’ down the track/
only reason i’m lookin’ forward is because
my train can’t go back/

i hear my train a-comin’,
comin’ down the line/
only reason i’m lookin’ back now is because
that track is mine/

i hear my train a-comin’,
a-comin’ up the road/
it’s got a bell attached to it,
and it wants my soul/

i hear my train a-comin’,
forward rollin’ for its toll/
i hope i get to board at the train station
with the frog and the toad/
.
.
i need to plant my feet into my shoes/
two seeds and some more water for the blues/
i need to plant my feet into my shoes/
the sun and moon and some rain for the blues/
.
.
excuse me, mr. mercury,
where are you taking me/
i’m taking you to the land of milk and honey,
where you can see/

excuse me, mr. mercury,
where are you taking me/
i’m taking you to the land of fire and water,
where you can be/

excuse me, mr. mercury,
where are you taking me/
beyond these lands of space and time,
where you are free/

excuse me, mr. mercury,
where are you taking me/
oh, just stop asking me, my friend,
your answer is three/
.
.
i am a bird within a cage,
oh how i wish to fly!
i recognize this bird, lord,
why can i not fly!
i am a bird and not a cage,
lord, let me fly!
oh lord, let me be my bird inside,
oh let me sing and fly!
.
.
have you ever seen a bad blessing/
yes, and i’ve seen much worse/
have you ever seen a bad blessing/
oh yes, and i’ve seen much worse/

oh lord, there’s nothin’ quite like a good curse/
.
.
look over yonder, look to the night/
look for everything and if it will be alright/
look over yonder, look to the day/
look for the questions and the answers and for the way/
look over yonder, beyond the sky/
there’s someone fallin’, callin’ themself the great eye/
i don’t believe you, you believe in me/
you got to look past the mirror in order to see/
i’m feelin’ blue, i’m feelin’ green/
i’m feelin’ every other color in the rainbow between/
i’m feelin’ blue, i’m feelin’ yellow/
i’m feelin’ every other color at once, hello/
i’m feelin’ blue, i’m feelin’ red/
i’m feelin’ every single feeling except for dead/
i’m feelin’ right, i feel alive/
i’m feelin’ one, feelin’ two and three and four and five/
i’m feelin’ six, i’m feelin’ seven/
i’m feelin’ eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, heaven/
i’m feelin’ blue, i’m feelin’ hell/
i’m feelin’ quite the opposite, in fact, i feel well/
i’m feelin’ blue, i’m feelin’ good/
i’m feelin’ just like the water, just like i should/
.
.
there’s a hell and a heaven,
in each one of my shoes/
i don’t know which way to walk,
so i sing the blues/

someday lord,
i ain’t gonna worry
for my life anymore/
.
.
i got one eye starin’ at the window,
i got one eye starin’ at the wall/
i got one eye starin’ at the window,
i got one eye starin’ at the wall/
i got both eyes starin’ right back at me,
the third eye’s a-prayin’ for the fall/
.
.
all these stories of doors and keys and locks/
i’m sick of all these stories of the doors and the keys and the locks/
i don’t believe in religion; you can’t put god in a box/

the speechlessness is resounding; silence is god; nous/
the speechlessness is resounding; silence is god; nous/
there’s nothing more to say when everything is the truth/

i asked the buffalo, which way is the hill/
i asked the buffalo, which way is the hill/
do you follow the bull or the golden calf, i said, my friend, i follow the will/

he asked me one more time, is it for love or for thrill/
he asked me one more time, is it for love or for thrill/
i asked him, well, my friend, are you the red or blue pill/
.
.
they say there’s a first for everything,
is there a first for nothing too/
they say there’s a first for everything,
is there a first for nothing too/
they get to rockin’ and a-rollin’,
can you hear the music in your shoe/

there’s ghosts floating all around me
to the rhythm of the band/
there’s ghosts floating all around me
to the rhythm of the band/
i said, i don’t understand,
they all said, well then, back to the sand/

i can hear the owl callin’ me
to fly straight towards the sun/
i can hear the owl callin’ me
to fly straight towards the sun/
i asked, don’t you love the moon,
the owl said, it’s all one/

i walked down the crossroad
to the dot where the sun and moon meet in the sky/
i walked down the crossroad
to the dot where the sun and moon meet in the sky/
the stars in the heavens above
guided me to the eye/

i’m floating with the ghosts
to the rhythm and tune of my song/
i’m floating with the ghosts
to the rhythm and tune of my song/
to sing along with me
is to find the balance of short and long/
.
.
what would you like to know,
before i have to go/
what would you like to know,
before i have to go/

everything that is high
exactly matches everything that is low/

i crossed the borderline
between what’s wrong and right and dark and light/
i crossed the borderline
between what’s wrong and right and dark and light/

black and white, yin and yang,
i don’t get it, everything is alright/

i understand heart and mind are divine
and the soul is the key/
i understand heart and mind are divine
and the soul is the key/

god bless the universe all around me
guided by the three/

the sun and moon in the sky
are teaching me to sing and dance with the band/
the sun and moon in the sky
are teaching me to sing and dance with the band/

vibration, energy, and frequency,
the elemental emerald sand/

the mirror’s glass reflects right back at me,
i can see my face/
the mirror’s glass reflects right back at me,
i can see my face/

the water drops, the fire stops,
everything is just my hand to trace/

one and two, only one,
the threefold is a dot/
one and two, only one,
the threefold is a dot/

everything is what it is,
and everything is what it’s not/

there’s a verse up in heaven,
and i’m writin’ it from me to you/
there’s a verse up in heaven,
and i’m writin’ it from me to you/

everything i’m writin’ down,
i write it down because it’s true/
.
.
i get lost deep in the woods, the forest comforts me/
i get lost deep in the woods, the forest comforts me/
the macrocosm microcosm dance, me and the tree/
.
.
you ain’t doing nothing wrong
if you’re doing everything right/
nobody has it all right,
so the wrongs always average out to alright/
and that’s alright,
yes, it’s all right/
.
.
water for the temple, peace to the universe/
water for the temple, peace to the universe/
author of the heavens’ key to the truth in verse/
.
.
everything is wrong because nothing is right/
everything is right because nothing is wrong/
everything is cause for me, and something to write
is not anything at all, because nothing’s the song/
.
.
the desert or chains,
compelling trade, but the deck is the same/
the desert or chains,
compelling trade, but the deck is the same/
the ace of spades, the jack of hearts,
it’s all in the cards of the game/

i don’t know
if i even know my name/
i don’t know
if i even know my name/
the queen of diamonds, the king of clubs,
it’s all in the cards of the game/

the raincloud fell on my face,
and my tears are to blame/
the raincloud fell on my face,
and my tears are to blame/
the three and seven, the keys of heaven,
it’s all in the cards of the game/

you hear me speak of god,
and you question the frame/
you hear me speak of god,
and you question the frame/
the deck has an answer for you,
you’re a card in the game/

i am not the dealer,
but i know my card/
i am not the dealer,
but i know my card/
the magic of the game is the heart,
now, was that so hard/

i am the voice of the nameless,
and i have no name/
i am the voice of the nameless,
and i have no name/
body, soul, and spirit revealed
within the cards of the game/

the desert remains, the chains broke,
now the deck is free/
the desert remains, the chains broke,
now the deck is free/
shuffling luck into higher will,
this is the god in me/
.
.
i don’t know where i’m going,
but i know that i have to go/
i don’t know where i’m going,
but i know that i have to go/
all i know is the here and now of change and flow/

i don’t know when i’m going,
but i know that i have to go/
i don’t know when i’m going,
but i know that i have to go/
all i know is the here and now of change and flow/

i don’t know how i’m going,
but i know that i have to go/
i don’t know why i’m going,
but i know that i have to go/
god i know, the here and now is the place to grow/
.
.
i fell down the mountain yesterday,
i climbed back up from the east/
i fell down the mountain yesterday,
i climbed back up from the east/

and when i reach the west,
i will swallow the beast/
.
.
the spirits dancin’ to the rhythm/
the sphere advancin’ to the wisdom/
.
.
a ball on a string,
is only a pendulum with a swing/
a ball on a string,
can’t be a pendulum without a swing/
.
.
if i came here and brought you back to the place that i call home/
do you think you would be afraid to stand in a dome/
.
.
well, i’m standin’ at the crossroad,
the ace of spades is too/
well, i’m standin’ at the crossroads,
and the ace of spades is two/
i don’t know if i have three decks,
or if i just sang the blues/

well, i’m lookin’ at the crossroad,
the ace of spades is gone/
well, i’m lookin’ at the crossroads,
and the ace of spades is gone/
i don’t know if i have one card left,
but this is my last song/

well, i’m leavin’ the crossroad,
i do believe i’ve made my choice/
lord, i’m leavin’ these crossroads,
for i believe i’ve made my choice/
harmony is all within me,
and you are my voice/

i was standin’ at the crossroad
when the ace of spades walked by/
i was standin’ at the crossroads
as the ace of spades walked by/
i shuffle spoke, to draw once more
is for the rain to dry/
.
.
i’ve been on both sides of the fence,
the grass looked the same to me/
i’ve been on both sides of the fence,
the grass looked the same to me/

you can stand anywhere you want,
you’re gonna use the same pair of eyes to see/

i’ve seen all sorts of colors,
the rainbow don’t seem to lie/
i’ve seen all sorts of colors,
the rainbow don’t seem to lie/

i’ve seen the sunrise and the sunset,
it all came from the sky/

so when you’re standin’ near that fence,
don’t you dare pick a side/
so when you’re standin’ near that fence,
don’t you dare pick a side/

just look up for me one time,
and go along for the ride/
.
.
i was followin’ the stone down the street/
and we were both rollin’ to my beat/
.
.
if i don’t keep tomorrow
in my pocket,
the dice will die/
and if i walk to the sunrise
instead of the sunset,
my chance will fly/
that i make it back
to that place in the sky/
i will make it back there
to where the moon doesn’t cry/

if you’re lonesome in the valley,
i can keep you company
for a spell/
but if you’re lonesome at the peak,
then all i can say to you is,
farewell/
if you’re at the top,
don’t forget the bottom is the same/
if you make it back from the flame,
you will be the frame/

if i walk back from the valley,
i will greet my family
with a nod/
and if they ask me,
where are you going now,
i will tell them with the feet of god/
i am going back
to that place of the sun/
i will make it back there
to where we all are one/
.
.
a-sometimes, you win/
a-sometimes, you lose/
a-sometimes, you draw/
well, either way, you wear the same ol’ shoes/
so just sing right along with the ones and the twos of the blues/
.
.
i heard somebody say,
the good times never last/
i heard somebody say,
the good times never last/
i told that mask,
your hands are in the future and the past/

i will make it back home,
only if i follow my own way/
i will make it back home,
only if i follow my own way/
the voice of the present guides me,
and i do not stray/

to make it back home, follow your own way,
that’s god/
to make it back home, follow your own way,
that’s god/
the one and the two of the rhythm,
and a good head nod/

to follow your own way
is to sing the blues/
to follow your own way
is to sing the blues/
the sun and the moon
are the laces in your walkin’ shoes/

where you were born
is nothin’ more than your spawn/
where you were born
is nothin’ more than your spawn/
the here and now
is where you keep on keepin’ on/
.
.
do you even believe yourself
when you say
you don’t know what to say/

do you even believe yourself
when you say
you don’t know what to say/

i’ve seen eyes start walkin’,
and yours are walkin’ away/
.
.
one way or another,
the way of things/

one way or another,
the pendulum swings/
.
.
i don’t know what i’ve been told,
for i’m just one from the mold/

i don’t know what i’ve been told,
for i’m just one of the mold/

i don’t know what i’ve been told,
for i’m just one with the mold/

i don’t know what i’ve been told,
for i’m just one for the mold/
.
.
i’m expecting the rain to fall,
when the tears come from inside/
i’m expecting the rain to fall,
when the tears come from inside/

i see that black cloud above me,
and i open my arms wide/
.
.
after midnight,
i’m bringin’ it all back home/
after high noon,
i’m walkin’ back to the dome/

after midnight,
i might call you on the phone/
after high noon,
highly doubt that i’ll be alone/

after midnight,
the moon reflects the light back at me/
after high noon,
the sun is shining for all to see/

i love to be/
.
.
woke up at midnight,
my color was rainfall blue/
woke up at midnight,
my color was rainfall blue/

the sunshine smiles in the nighttime,
i know the moon loves me too/

woke up this mornin’,
my color was rainbow blue/
woke up this mornin’,
my color was rainbow blue/

i never check for no falsehoods,
the sunshine smiles if it’s true/
.
.
i will get by,
that is what i’ve learned/
throughout all the good and bad,
the big wheel has turned/

i will get by,
that is what i’ve learned/
throughout all the good and bad,
the great wheel has turned/
.
.
i’ve been deep in the desert,
and that’s what comforts me/
i’ve been deep in the desert,
and that’s what comforts me/

there ain’t nowhere that i can’t go
if i can count to three/

i’ve been rollin’ and tumblin’
all up and down this street/
i’ve been rollin’ and tumblin’
all up and down this street/

and it just occurred to me
that i have lost my feet/

i’ve been lonesome and cryin’,
and i’ve been happily at peace/
i’ve been lonesome and cryin’,
and i’ve been happily at peace/

and it don’t matter if i got a wool coat
or the golden fleece/

well, i’ve been deep in the desert,
and that’s what comforts me/
well, i’ve been deep in the desert,
and that’s what comforts me/

it won’t matter which way i’m walkin’
because i will be/
.
.
the american soldier
points his gun at me/
the american soldier
points his gun at me/

do you know what this means,
or can you still not see/
.
.
i walked up and down the crossroad
‘til i found a nail/
i walked up and down the crossroad
‘til i found a nail/

and i kept on walkin’
‘til i found its matching rail/

i will keep on walkin’,
i just got to follow the trail/
i will keep on walkin’,
i just got to follow the trail/

don’t flip a coin,
lose your head,
or chase your tail/

just keep on walkin’
and keep the wind in your sail/
just keep on walkin’
and keep the wind in your sail/

attach it to the crossroad
and i will never fail/
.
.
keep your hands in your pockets
and your dice rollin’ on the floor/
keep your hands in your pockets
and your dice rollin’ on the floor/

and if the snake eyes greet you back,
you got to walk out the door/

and find the third eye to see more/
.
.
mama woke from a nightmare/
she said that the dog don’t fight fair/
and if you don’t keep your darling right there/
you won’t make it when the light flare/

papa woke up from a nightmare/
he said that the man don’t fight fair/
and if you don’t keep god with you right there/
you won’t notice when the light flare/

i just fell asleep to a nightmare/
i found out the world don’t fight fair/
but the universe itself is right there/
always with me, be the light flare/
.
.
well, i can’t tell if the moon is hot
or if the sun is cold/
well, i can’t tell if the sun is hot
or if the moon is cold/

that’s just what they say,
well, that’s what i was told/
.
.
i’m a stranger,
i’m a stranger in this strange land/
i’m a stranger,
i’m a stranger in this strange land/

but i do not feel so strange when i remember
that i’m just one grain of sand/
.
.
gray god shoes walk to somethin’
called the blues/
gray god shoes walk to somethin’
called the blues/

they ignore all the falses,
and dance atop all the trues/
.
.
well, i’ve been on both sides of day and night/
yes, i’ve been on both sides of day and night/
but as long as i got the blues, i will be alright/
.
.
these shoes are the shoes of the g.o.a.t./
these shoes are the shoes of the g.o.a.t./
these shoes are the shoes of the g.o.a.t./

i believe in i/
i believe in i/
.
.
all i need to hear
is what i need to hear/
but if i do not hear it,
i am seeing clear/
.
.
time rolls on by/
i’ve never said goodbye,
the first hello came with a cry/

time just rolls on by/
i’ve never said goodbye,
the first hello came with a cry/

time keeps rollin’ on by/
i will never say goodbye,
for the first hello came with the cry/
.
.
oh lord, listen,
i’ve been on both sides of your door/

these words were written
with tears i’ve never cried before/

oh lord, listen,
you left your key here on the floor/

these words were written
with tears i’ve never cried before/

oh lord, listen,
i’ve seen the seas reach the shore/

these words were written
with tears i’ve never cried before/

oh lord, listen,
the eye will always want some more/

these words were written
with tears i’ve never cried before/

oh lord, listen,
the peace is the result of the war/

these words were written
with tears i’ve never cried before/

oh lord, listen,
you left the key here on the floor/

these words were written
with tears i’ve never cried before/

oh lord, listen,
i’ve been on both sides of the door/

these words were written
with tears i’ve never cried before/
.
.
sometimes the moon
can be seen in the sunny sky/
what happens in june
never makes it to july/
.
.
sister lucy says,
she wants to go to the west/
sister lucy says,
she wants to go to the west/

i asked, why not to the east,
she says, i want to rest/
.
.
to receive and to give/
to believe and to live/
to give and to receive/
to live and to believe/
.
.
someday, someday,
everything’s gonna be just fine/
someday, someday,
everything’s gonna be alright and turn out just fine/

but until that very moment, honey,
i know that you don’t think i’m any better
than your midnight glass of wine/
.
.
i’m beginnin’ to wonder, woman,
is your lasso of truth attached/
i’m beginnin’ to wonder, woman,
do you have your lasso of truth attached/

i look up to the sun and moon
and i understand why we were matched/
.
.
well, i made it to memphis,
it was in early june/
well, i made it to memphis,
it was in early june/

will i make it to july,
i guess i’ll find out soon/

well, i’m goin’ to july,
it started late last june/
well, i’m goin’ to july,
it started late last june/

will i make it to houston,
i hope i’ll be there soon/

when i make it to houston,
august will be there too/
when i make it to houston,
august will be there too/

when it was june back in memphis,
july was comin’ through/
.
.
well, i was born on a sunday,
it was the day i died/
well, i was born on a sunday,
it was the day i died/

it all started on a saturday,
i looked up to the sky/

well, i saw god for the first time
when i closed my eyes/
well, i saw god for the first time
when i closed my eyes/

when he showed me that we were one,
that’s when i started to cry/

well, i made it to monday,
i guess it’s time to fly/
well, i made it to monday,
i guess it’s time to fly/

and if you never see me again,
lord, now you know why/
.
.
the west looms deep in the horizon,
but the east does too/
the west looms deep in the horizon,
but the east does too/
and if i can’t make it back with both shoes,
then the sky is blue/

the east runs far in the daytime
for the night sky’s clue/
the east runs far in the daytime
for the night sky’s clue/
the sun and moon dancing in the west
is the proof it’s true/

the east and west meet in the middle
where the sun may shine/
the east and west meet in the middle
where the sun may shine/
the alchemist deep in the river,
here and now is god’s line/
.
.
what to have in mind other than god anyway/
god is the mind; this is the way/
.
.
well, i went to nevada
to get some vegas dice/
yes, i went to nevada
to get some vegas dice/

i heard if you get a snake eyes,
they let you roll it twice/

yes, i went to nevada,
and i came back blind/
lord, i went to nevada,
and yes, i came back blind/

when i rolled a third snake eyes,
oh, it was one of a kind/

so if you go to nevada,
get you some vegas dice/
yes, if you go to nevada,
get you some vegas dice/

and if you ever roll snake eyes,
just put your flames on ice/
.
.
oh, i hopped on my train/
i hopped on my train/
it didn’t start movin’ till i hopped back on my plane/
that plane flew me back to nowhere/
and somewhere is off in the rain/

oh, i hopped off that plane/
i hopped off that plane/
and i dropped back down fallin’ fast with the rain/
oh lord, i knew i made it somewhere/
when i was sittin’ right back there on that train/
.
.
do you believe
that you possess the keys
to walk yourself through the door/

do you believe
that you possess the keys
to walk yourself through the door/

now, you may see things as different,
but that is sight,
and nothing more/
.
.
look over the wall,
and see that everything is the same/
look over the wall,
and see that everything is the same/

life is nothing more than a mirror,
and light is nothing more than a flame/

i can hear you asking a question,
where is the flame coming from/
i can hear you asking a question,
where is the flame coming from/

i answer you with the truth of the universe,
it is god’s divine heartbeat drum/
.
.
mother africa/
home of the human being/
we are coming home/

love, wisdom, and truth/
peace is cultivated breath/
in and out, endless/

precipitation/
the rainfall and the tear drop/
similar faces/

the blue sky ocean/
the river flows effortless/
fish swim to the beat/

the boat floating back/
the island and turtle mind/
remember the flood/

impossible done/
one and one is never three/
two is not oneness/

seven steps to god/
the ladder is built within/
the center is i/
.
.
well, if i get lucky,
i might be the one to make it back home/
yes, if i get lucky,
i might be the one to make it back home/

but i couldn’t make it back yesterday,
i had to spend today buildin’ rome/
.
.
reality is all/
murality is law/

murality is law/
reality is all/

reality is law/
murality is all/

murality is all/
reality is law/
.
.
baby, please,
please make it back home to me/
baby, please,
baby, make it back home to me/

i don’t know if you ever learned the alphabet,
but it goes from a to z/

i know what you’re wonderin’,
why on earth did you tell me that/
yes, i know what you’re wonderin’ right now,
why on earth did you tell me that/

well, my love is at the other end of the rainbow,
i just want you to know where it’s at/
.
.
i was born in the desert,
stung by the scorpion’s tail/

but when i grew those angel wings,
i knew the snake would never fail/

and when they became eagle wings,
i knew god was the wind in my sail/
.
.
i will never be the wind
if i never make it home/

i will never be the wind
if i never make it home/

i will never be the wind
if i never make it home/

i will never be the wind
if i never make it home/
.
.
i’ve been travelin’, baby,
from your birthstone to my depth/
i’ve been travelin’, mama,
from your arms down to my death/

and i will go to hell and back
with every single breath/

when there’s a fork in the road,
i choose the middle way/
oh, if there’s a crux in the crossroad,
i walk the middle way/

i don’t listen to the voice in my head,
just what god has to say/

i’ve never seen no mirror,
i’ve never seen my face/
no, i ain’t ever seen no mirror,
i’ve never seen my own face/

i tell people, the way that i think i look
depends upon my place/

i’ve been travelin’, baby,
from your heartstrings to my depth/
i’ve been travelin’, mama,
from your birthstone to my death/

i don’t know where i’m goin’,
so i just take a breath/

i got one more footstep left,
but i’m on that train now/
i got no more footsteps left,
but i’m sittin’ on that train now/

i don’t know where it’s takin’ me,
but it’s gonna get there somehow/
.
.
i’m rockin’ with the bassline,
walkin’ in a straight line/
i’m rockin’ with the bassline,
walkin’ in a straight line/

and no, i don’t eat no fruit
off of the grapevine/

the ol’ snake bit me one time,
and i turned blue/
the ol’ snake bit me one time,
and i turned blue/

and i started walkin’
when he tied my third shoe/

i only ever listen to the voice
of the great sky/
i only ever listen to the voice
of the great sky/

the plain eye of the fate’s mind,
it made i/

i fly away, far away,
to the tune of the bird blues/
i fly away, far away,
to the tune of the bird blues/

the clouds and the stars
appear to be air word clues/

i can’t decide, i can’t decide,
if i am me or you/
i can’t decide, i can’t decide,
if i am me or you/

for both sides of two and two
are four too/

i’ve never rolled no dice,
but i wear my horseshoes/
i’ve never rolled no dice,
but i wear my horseshoes/

i don’t know if i’m feelin’ lucky,
or if i just rolled for two/

each side of the snake eyes
just stared back at me/
each side of the snake eyes
just stared back at me/

to tell me,
there is no good three
without its bad three/
.
.
implications and assumptions are a one-way track to pain/
for you can’t just look up, see a cloud, and say that it’s gonna rain/
all the suffering in the world comes from the choice to attach to the things/
and nirvana is to realize there’s a message that it all brings/
.
.
well, i remember when the rain came,
but i forgot just when it went/
oh, i remember when that rain came down,
but i forgot just where it went off to/

well, i was standing there flat on my feet,
when i noticed that the sky bent blue/

oh, exactly why the clouds wept,
no, i guess i’ll never know/
yes, i wonder why the clouds did weep so,
but i guess i’ll never know/

all i remember after that one morning,
was the midnight sun’s ever-shining glow/

and now i ride the river
just like only the water can/
oh, yes, i ride the river
just like only the water can/

i follow the flow and change of the moment,
for each drop is part of the plan/
.
.
i took a bullfrog down to new orleans/
i got lost in all its dreams/
i saw a tadpole splashin’/
i saw the river’s light flashin’/

i don’t know where i am swimmin’ to/
i don’t know why the water is blue/
all i know is all that i have seen
is nothin’ more than the sleepin’ man’s scene/

the bullfrog, it woke up/
took the sword from the stone to put it in its ol’ cup/
i wonder if it also knows
exactly where this good ol’ soul goes/

i don’t know how i am swimmin’ through/
i don’t know why the water is true/
all i know is all that i have seen
is nothin’ more than the sleepin’ man’s scene/
.
.
the clown man left me with four dollars and not one boot/
the clown man left me with four dollars and not one boot/
i knew somethin’ was up when the fifth dollar bought me a bullet to shoot/

the full moon crawler is slowin’ down to catch my face/
the full moon crawler is slowin’ down to catch my face/
i knew somethin’ was up when life and death was not what it tried to trace/

the meaning is lost in the wind, but it’s blowin’ back to me/
the meaning is lost in the wind, but it’s blowin’ back to me/
the i is the god within, the universal self, and this is somethin’ that i hope you see/
.
.
there’s no more clouds up in the sky,
they must all be trapped inside my head/
oh, there’s no more clouds up there in the pretty blue sky,
they must all be trapped down inside of my lonesome head/

but that’s quite alright with me, darling,
for i will be one with you when i am dead/
.
.
i sang those rainfall blues,
the sun always smiled too/
oh, i sang those rainfall blues,
and the sun always smiled too/

for she knew when i was upset,
the clouds would always form the color blue/

i sang those rainfall blues,
the moon always smiled too/
oh, i sang those rainfall blues,
and the moon always smiled too/

well, the path is always lit for me,
yes, she knows i like to stumble over my shoe/

i sang my rainfall blues,
she always smiled too/
oh, i sang my rainfall blues,
and she always smiled with me too/

no, i never believed in love, sweetheart,
for i always knew that it was true/
.
.
well, it feels like i’m runnin’
with no sole in my shoe/
yes, it feels like i’m runnin’
with no sole in my shoe/

oh, but that never stopped me
from runnin’ back home to you/
.
.
when the ocean, sky, and the land combine/
you can see wind drifting in the sands of time/
i knew you would fit in these hands of mine
when i heard you say you love me/

when the ocean, sky, and the land combine/
i can feel you singing what i can’t define/
i knew you were made for these hands of mine
when i heard you say you love me/

when the ocean, sky, and the land combine/
i can see you slithering to plant the climb/
the bloom dream plucked from the sun-moon strut
is the way that you love me/

with the shuffled cards and the one-two done/
there’s not a single ace or two of clubs/
you drew me, plucked from the sun-moon strut/
and i heard you say you love me/

when the ocean, sky, and the land combine/
you can see doves standing with the dancing chime/
the blue key wonders become truth’s luck
when you say that you love me/
.
.
magic woman,
spell-casting sin/
magic woman,
spell-casting sin/

i try to walk that narrow path,
with you, it ain’t so thin/

magic woman,
the spell and the cast are twins/
magic woman,
the spell and the cast are twins/

get back baby,
before you catch the fins/

get back baby,
i don’t know if you can swim/
get back baby,
i don’t know if you can swim/

well, we can jump on that turtle’s back,
and it will not be a whim/

magic woman,
spell-cast again/
oh, magic woman,
spell-cast again/

the chicken and the egg both came first
if you’re the hen/

magic woman,
spell-cast again/
oh, magic woman,
spell-cast again/

and i will fall right over in love
before you can count to ten/

magic woman,
spelling your name’s hard/
magic woman,
spelling your name’s hard/

is it abracadabra,
or is it the joker card/

magic woman,
can you shuffle the deck/
magic woman,
can you shuffle the deck/

there is more than five ol’ chakras
around my neck/

the last two that i know of
above my head/
the last two that i know of
above my head/

are dancing to the tune of the dove,
the drum loves the dead/

magic woman,
spell-cast again/
oh, magic woman,
spell-cast again/

the wind of the winter and sunshine
perform in zen/

magic woman,
sing your siren song/
oh, magic woman,
sing your siren song/

can you make it a lullaby
for me to dream along/
.
.
window walker,
come through the door/
window walker,
come through the door/

oh, i need your lovin’,
i can’t be empty anymore/

i had a revelation
when the sun looked up/
i had a revelation
when the sun looked up/

i saw your big sword swingin’,
and then it fell in my cup/

window walker,
come through my door/
window walker,
come through my door/

i see your moonlight shinin’,
i can’t escape it anymore/

oh, window walker,
remove me from my floor/
oh, window walker,
remove me from my floor/

and be my bird-winged baby
for shoes of light to soar/

i need to be up writin’
for when she returns home/
i need to be up writin’
for when she returns home/

and be the window walker
for days and nights to roam/
.
.
dancing enchantress
spinning before the sun/
the mother of the alphabet
started before one/

dancing enchantress
spinning before the moon/
the mother of the number man
will start counting soon/

dancing enchantress
spinning her love for me/
the one and two of music land
is guided by the three/

dancing enchantress
spinning around the heart/
if you would like to know to get there,
go back to the start/

dancing enchantress
spinning spider webs/
l-o-v-e universal
with the flows and ebbs/
.
.
there’s an eye in the sky lookin’ back at me/
there’s an eye in the sky lookin’ back at me/

but the rainbow is the only thing that i can see/

there’s a red
and a blue
and a green
and an orange too/
there’s an indigo
and a purple
and a yellow too/

the seven wonders of the universe
and the ever-true/
.
.
i told
my mother,
i don’t know how to sing/
she told me,
that doesn’t matter
to me/
she said,
i just want you
to be yourself/
i asked her,
oh, momma,
who might that be/

i asked
my mother
to name me after the sunset/
and she said,
i already named you
after the moon/
i asked her,
oh, momma,
what does that mean/
and she told me,
oh, young one,
you’ll find out soon/

i asked
my shadow
to love me again/
i felt
one heart and another
return/
i asked
my lover
to love me the same/
i felt the waves
and the fire’s
familiar burn/

i asked
my lover
to follow me down/
to the place
where the river
meets the sun/
she asked me,
oh, sweetheart,
where will we go/
i told her,
oh, darling,
i don’t know that one/

i asked
my mother
to teach me the blues/
she told me,
you’ll learn those songs
on your own/
i told her,
i don’t know
what that means either/
but these days,
i sing those songs
when i’m alone/

i asked
my mother
to build me a train/
she asked me,
oh, young one,
when will you sail/
i told her,
oh, mother,
i can’t ride into the ocean/
she told me,
oh, baby,
you never fail/

i asked
my lover
to meet me at dawn/
when the bees
and the honey
become the hive/
she told me,
my sweetheart,
it’s not quite like that/
i asked her,
my darling,
aren’t they alive/
.
.
there’s a gentle rain
upon my window pane/
and it’s a-washin’ away
all of my pain/
.
.
the way to win the war
is, in fact, not to win,
but, in fact,
not to fight again/

if we keep fightin’ on,
we will keep the rise and fall
a-goin’, we must
not fight at all/
.
.
when i’m lost
in the meadow
of the darkness/
i can feel
my tears from heaven
bloom from below/
i have never known
until now
just where they came from/
but now i
will forever know
the heart is the glow/

i get lost
when i’m a-lazy
in my walkin’/
i do not know
where my footsteps
lead me off to/
there is but one thing
i trust
in this whole ocean/
and it’s the boat
off in the distance
a-waitin’ for you/

i get lost
when i’m a-wanderin’
up in the clouds/
and i know
that it’s nothin’ but water
up there/
and my lover
looks at me and asks me
just what it is i’m wonderin’/
and i say,
my darling,
am i the air/
.
.
well, we’re in atlanta,
savannah’s to the east/
well, we’re in atlanta,
we know savannah’s to the east/

well, we turned to the west one time,
and we saw the beast/

when the sun rises in georgia,
it hits savannah first/
well, when the sun rises in georgia,
it’ll hit savannah first/

and when it’s over the top of atlanta,
the beast dies of thirst/

well, my head’s in georgia
buried in the sand/
lord, my head’s in georgia
buried in the sand/

i feel the sun settin’ behind me,
with the beast, it must land/
.
.
i woke up this mornin’,
my baby was flyin’ away/
i woke up this mornin’,
my baby was flyin’ away/

when i asked her where she was goin’,
she said, i’m bringin’ you to today/

i asked my baby
just where that might be/
i asked my baby
just where that might be/

she looked at me and smiled and then said,
close your eyes, you will see/
.
.
the piano man and the little drummer boy
sit and play by the fireplace/
the piano man and the little drummer boy
sit and play by the fireplace/

and the only reason they are wide awake
is they don’t got no dreams to chase/
.
.
the crow in the window’s keeping me company/
but the windowsill is empty/
.
.
i believe
that one day,
we will all see/

if that day
is not today,
well, that’s alright with me/

because every day
is today
eventually/
.
.
i see the eclipse
when i look in your eye/
i see the eclipse at high noon
when i look in your eye/

oh baby, did you know
we say i am with the same i/
.
.
i’m on a shadow-bound freight train
a-rollin’ backwards down the track/
i’m on a shadow-bound freight train
a-rollin’ backwards down the track/

and the only reason there’s any light at the end of the tunnel
is the darkness upon my back/

well, there’s a shadow-bound freight train
a-blowin’ wind into my sail/
oh, there’s a shadow-bound freight train
a-blowin’ wind into my sail/

and the only reason the phantom engineer is awake
is there’s somebody on the rail/

that phantom engineer and i are dancin’,
teachin’ the train wheels to roll/
that phantom engineer and i are dancin’,
teachin’ the train wheels to roll/

and the only reason that freight train is movin’
is the whistle blows its toll/

there’s a shadow-bound light man
guiding the train through the cave/
there’s a shadow-bound light man
guiding the train through the cave/

and the final nail for my soul to dance with the engineer
is the grave/
.
.
it was eleven o’clock in the mornin’
when i learned the truth/
it was eleven o’clock in the mornin’
when i learned the truth/

and ever since that high noon,
i knew how to sing the blues/
.
.
i’m runnin’ from a memory,
but my brain is in the same ol’ spot/
a-runnin’ from a memory,
and the brain is in the same ol’ spot/

everything you think you are,
is everything you know you’re not/
.
.
can’t you hear the organ man
beatin’ on his drum for you/
can’t you hear those heartstrings
pluckin’ down in my blues-bound shoes/
can’t you hear the sun and moon
dancin’ to the tune of what is true/

oh, it’s the one and the two and the three
that are a-guidin’ you and me/

can’t you see the spider woman
weavin’ her web for the night/
can’t you see the lion man
roarin’ shinin’ rays of light/
can’t you see the diamond sky,
wavin’ emerald hand made of changin’ eyes oh so very bright/

me and my baby
are a-dancin’ out of sight/

there’s a tree sittin’ upon the mountaintop,
it’s a-droppin’ seeds of gold/
there’s a bee driftin’ along the flower pots
if the dirt dies to the cold/
the dice man and the rollin’ stone play their games on the turtle’s back,
that’s what i was told/

oh, the chessboard below his feet
rests above the pendulum mold/

the pyramid of motion
is the river of conscious thought/
the beams in the prism are colorful,
this is not what gray was taught/
i heard black and white came from the jungle,
the pranksters double-dog-dare coin-flip-swear they fought/

oh, nothing is true
if everything is what is sought/

oh, the last spacetime i was caught,
they found a bird in a cage/
oh, the past fades like my love lost,
straight out, a third of the page/
the mask behind the curtain is unfoldin’,
but doesn’t know where to begin or end the stage/

that’s when it remembers the organ man
a-drummin’ left and right of the mage/

the magic act of the balance beam
is to walk without a care/
the only reason there’s such thing as win or loss
is because you tried to stare/
the only promise i have ever understood
is that all that is dreamed is all that is there/

the only thing that i have ever seen
is that creation is aware/

the universe and the self
truly are one and the same/
the macrocosm and the microcosm,
the zodiac is the game/
the circle is man, the dot is god,
the line is the name of the mind’s greatest aim/

oh, to shoot for the stars is the way,
the torch is dark without a flame/

i put the fates all in my shoestrings,
and it’s a-you they’re a-walkin’ to/
i never know where they’re headin’ ‘til here and now,
and this makes more sense than you/
i remember the moment i saw day and night kiss,
the red and purple touched the blue/

and then i felt the organ man
givin’ up his drum for you/
.
.
i’m a-walkin’ in a thousand circles,
just a-waitin’ for you to join/
i’m a-walkin’ in a thousand circles,
just a-waitin’ for you to join/

oh, my feet done done more flippin’
than my imaginary coin/
.
.
baby, just give me one reason
why the sky is blue/
baby, just give me one reason
why the eye is two/

and i’ll know everything you say is true
when you say i love you/

baby, just give me one reason
i should tie my shoes/
baby, just give me one reason
i should cry my blues/

and i’ll know everything you say is true
when you say i love you/

baby, just give me one reason
i should try to move/
baby, just give me one reason
why the nights improve/

and i’ll know everything you say is true
when you say i love you/

baby, just give me one reason
why the sky is blue/
baby, just give me one reason
why the tide is too/

and i’ll know everything you say is true
when you say i love you/
.
.
there is a bird
a-preachin’ to me/
that ol’ windowsill
is the seventh sea/
and the words it speaks
are forever free/
i heard that they might rhyme
with one, two, or three/
and the color of the song
is a deep navy blue/
and the way it moves
proves everything true/
and the nest it returns to
sets with the sun/
and the love it cries out
shows we are one/

if there is one thing i know,
it’s to grow with the flow/

i am that very bird
stuck on the windowsill/
i wish i could be sittin’
up on the hill/
somewhere down at the bottom,
my breath is found/
somewhere around the world,
i hear a sound/
i don’t know what it means
to hear at all/
but i do know afterwards
to rise and fall/
the dice and the chess pieces
to play a game/
fate and free will
is all the same/

if there is one thing i know,
it’s to grow with the flow/

so if you see that bird,
a-sing to me/
and please let me know
upon which tree/
i have a secret to tell,
it’s made of glass/
the snake taught me to dance
as the hours pass/
the wind and water whisper
between the blades of grass/
the nets of fire catchin’ knowledge,
silence to amass/
i can see the ether,
it’s made of soul/
i can feel my center
in the stone’s roll/

oh, please remember the bluebird
so you may grow with the flow/

the one thing we all know
is to grow with the flow/
.
.
i feel like a fish out of water
when i’m a-swimmin’ with you/
i feel like a fish out of water
as i’m a-swimmin’ in you/

i never know how to come out for air
when both the sky and sea are blue/
.
.
my guitar’s underwater,
my head’s above the clouds/
my guitar’s underwater,
my head’s above the clouds/

my heart’s a-beatin’ on the ocean floor,
my piano’s underground/

i feel the keys a-thumpin’,
can you hear that sound/
i feel the keys a-thumpin’,
can you hear that sound/

i can feel my strings a-strummin’
and i’m a-singin’ proud/
.
.
i have one footstep out the window,
and i have one footstep in the ocean/
i do not know why the wind blows,
but i know i am one with the motion/
.
.
at once, you are gone/
at once, you are there/

of the shadows in my mind,
i am aware/

the light is the shine,
and at once,
all is fine/
.
.
i was born in the desert,
tryin’ to make it back to the rain/
i was born in the desert,
tryin’ to make it back to the rain/

but both those things are behind me now,
starin’ beyond the window pane/
.
.
are you truth’s mask,
nous wept gnosis/

cars move too fast to smell roses/
.
.
when i made it to the remnant,
i wasn’t there/
when i made it to the remnant,
i wasn’t there/

when you replicate my baby,
make sure it’s aware/

when i made it to the remnant,
i was there this time/
when i made it to the remnant,
i was there this time/

and i knew that i had made it
when my hands a-started to rhyme/
.
.
oh, the will stared me down,
and it put me back on my feet/
oh, i stared the will down,
and i put the will on its feet/

and before anybody could say nothin’,
that ol’ dirt road became a busy street/
.
.
the separation of god and man is the first matrix/
the separation of i and am is the second matrix/
the separation of i and i is the third matrix/
the connection of the i to the nameless is god/
.
.
i’m feelin’ blue/
my soul is blue/
i’m feelin’ good
if i feel like my soul/
.
.
you can talk to me
however you want/
you can dance with me
with any amount of rhythm or funk/
and you can walk with me
from the north to the south/

i can feel the energy
long before
the words come out of your mouth/
.
.
look at me/
crooked tree/
let the roots move through the bound/

look at me/
crooked tree/
let the rain fall all around/

look at me/
crooked tree/
let the branches feel the sound/

look at me/
crooked tree/
let the leaves fall and kiss the ground/
.
.
whatever it takes
to get where you want to go/
whatever it takes
to get where you want to go/

oh, you better do just that,
and that’s all i know/
.
.
oh, i’m flyin’, flyin’,
up to where the sun can see/
oh, i’m cryin’, cryin’,
enough to fill the seven seas/

oh, if i don’t make it,
lord, i know where i will flee/

oh, the birds are singin’
with the buzzin’ honeybees/
oh, they all are dancin’
way above the rainin’ tree/

oh, if i don’t make it,
that is quite alright with me/

oh, the self is oneness,
the answer is to breathe and be/
oh, the heart is thinkin’,
the mind is feelin’ love and free/

oh, and i will make it,
the rest of motion’s energy/
.
.
if i can make it home before the sun tomorrow/
the rain will wash away the fall of the sorrow/
from all the time and space that i spend and borrow/

i know today when i can see it,
i look in your eye/

the up is the down/
the circle is round/
the word of the sound/

if i can write a rhyme that makes the heart and mind combine/
the spider web of light will wave in line/
the clouds inside the sky will dry when crying on the pine/

the knowledge tree is evergreen,
it’s just like your eye/

the up is the down/
the circle is round/
the word of the sound/

if i can teach the moon to be the mirror for the sunset/
the world will learn it hasn’t begun yet/
the one and two and three will find the four of the drum set/

the rhythm is the scenery
of god in your eye/

the up is the down/
the circle is round/
the word of the sound/
.
.
now, my word becomes the key and sword/
it breaks the chain and it swings the door/
if you don’t keep aware, confusion fools you/

it flows by wind, the chord, the riff/
the rise and fall, the rain and mist/
the cloud will weep a rosy hallelujah/

hallelujah,
hallelujah,
hallelujah,

hallelujah/

the maze is lost and the beast is loose/
you walked away along the tooth/
the fusion of the two lights, solar-lunar/

behind the view, the vision stares/
we know the role of the lungs and air/
the love within is beauty, hallelujah/

hallelujah,
hallelujah,
hallelujah,

hallelujah/

the way i look, the name and face/
i hope reason molded faith/
and if i live, this feeling wants some music/

marry day and night to heaven’s earth/
the subtle matter wisdom learns/
the gnosis of the ocean, hallelujah/

hallelujah,
hallelujah,
hallelujah,

hallelujah/

i give my flesh to dust and dust/
the book is sealed, sewing light to tongue/
the moment’s noon, the spirit’s drum is moving/

the genius wrote the laws of song/
the hand and source of force is god/
the sun sings yod by humming hallelujah/

hallelujah,
hallelujah,
hallelujah,

hallelujah/
.
.
one, two, shoes unbuckled, stumble on the floor/
three, four, mi amor, roll and tumble evermore/
five, six, seven, eight, dance moves levitate/
i don’t need a nine or ten, i just need the light of zen/

i don’t need to know what to do/
i will fall off the rhythm and return back to you/