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Bodgaya
04:55
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Traveling deep in the countryside, fear and delight in sunken eyes. Shimmering trees in the searing heat, bone dry earth coughing dust on feet. Peeking over the horizon, temple spires kissing the sun. Calling to god and making shade, sheltering flowers and peaceful lakes. Bodgaya o Bodgaya, all around you life is a struggle. Within you life is a puzzle. Your power breathes in the rubble of ages. Outside the temple, the pesants starve. Inside the temple, the faithful seek ancient wisdom. Outside the temple, the merchants call. Inside the temple, the priests collect from the pilgrims. Bodgaya o Bodgaya, within your walls is a knowledge. Within your walls is a freedom. Within your walls is the stillness of ages. Prayer flag whipping around in the breeze, chanting boys sitting under the trees. Open your ears and speak with your eyes, touch with your heart and open your mind. Bodgaya o Bodgaya, all around you life is a struggle. Within you life is a puzzle. Your power breathes in the rubble of ages.
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True Karma
03:55
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If I could I would be a shining prince, my future kingdom all for you. If I could I would live just for your life, I would do it all for you. But these things you don’t ask of me. I seem to be just what you want me to be. You don’t need perfection from me. You just ask me to love you. Sometimes I worry about my heart: can I be good enough for you? Sometimes I stumble in the grass, my hand reaching up to you. But these things don’t push you away. When I am frightened you always stay. You don’t need perfection from me. You just ask me to love you. I have what you need. We have true karma, true karma between me and you. I will always be here for you. In these days of vision and chasing ghosts, I exorcise myself for you. In these days of truth and blinding heat, to my own self I’m true. I hold new light in the palm of my hand. I hold new joy. Please understand that even in storms, it’s as easy as breathing for me to love you.
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Hammerhead Shark
05:00
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Wrestling with a demon in the personal dark, taste the rubies of the river. Deep sea diving in waters of the psyche, taste the rubies of the river. Crawling in a tunnel in a barrier reef, taste the rubies of the river. All I want is free swimming, kicking through the crystal clear and the coral. All I want is free swimming, gliding over darting arrows of color. For just a few moments, to witness the spectacle, to swim without fear. Hammerhead shark in the water, a machine of violence and beauty brings fear and excitement into a dense, hungry world. So many days at the water’s edge, dreaming of the wonders of the deep. So many days at the water’s edge, dreaming of the perils of the wide ocean. For just a few moments, to witness the spectacle, to swim without fear. Hammerhead shark in the water, a machine of violence and beauty brings fear and excitement into a dense, hungry world. When I’m swimming free, no cage all around me, colorful fish are playing around my feet. I want to enjoy them, I’m looking behind me. Don’t want to be hammered by hammerhead. Move to deeper water for the solitude, just beware the hammerhead shark. . Move to deeper water for tranquility, just beware the hammerhead shark. Move to deeper water for the thrill of it, just beware the hammerhead shark.
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Visions of Beauty
03:54
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There is a sound that resonates true within you, a godliness. I hear in my soul a corner of god lives within you, but you are not god. You artists who turn from the heart I have offered to you, musicians who turn from the quality of a true heart. You sound makers turn from a chord resonating untrue within you, what are you listening for? But I won’t try to sell my love, I won’t sell my love to you. I only want to give to you and take from you, share happiness. I don’t want to serve your god and I don’t want to conquer, for we are the same. The corner of god in your breast is a dangerous thing. Visions of beauty deform in a hungry soul’s hands. And all of the corners of god beyond your own body become invisible. But I won’t try to sell my love, I won’t sell my love to you. When a player plays you a life, do you see the beauty? When a singer sings to the truth, do you see the beauty? I work for your love and respect, when will you embrace me? But I won’t try to sell my love, I won’t sell my love to you.
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Virtual Reality
04:43
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Virtual reality, come together in a circle – circle of our minds. Bonfire now is the computer – circle of our minds. Don’t touch each other, share thought, online transmissions. Don’t touch each other, share data from all stations. Where is your breath? Where are your eyes? Circle of our minds. Virtual reality, no longer a need for human bodies – love, work and joy. Thy will be done in seconds, effort is inconvenience – love, work and joy. Don’t touch each other, conserve all your resources. Don’t touch each other, or you may need some courage. Where si your pulse? Where are your tears? Love, work and joy. When I die, I’ll go gladly but not early. First, the salt of the earth. Life is touch!
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Crimson Tide
03:31
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Swim across the crimson tide to marshy island’s kiss, a silent cricket’s life. Dream upon the crimson tide, where sheets of velvet red caress your sleeping eyes. Let it roll, the crimson tide. Something’s worth fighting for, even at cost of lives. Funny how the man who decides is not the same man who must lay down his life. Fever dreams of night and knives and silk in Persia.
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Evaporate, Victoria
03:52
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It’s been a long dark night of intolerance, drink the sunlight. And the wolves picking bones of the night creatures, drink the sunlight. It’s been a bone-chilling me generation, drink the sunlight. And the wolves grew fat under cover of darkness, drink the sunlight. A predator clawed up a mountain of broken hearts, crowned itself king and proceeded to feast on the lambs. Finally the cannibal gorged itself into oblivion, and now we dance in the sunlight. And now we open the windows to drink in humid summer. Remember water on skin. Evaporate, Victoria. When you open your eyes to a cloudless dawn, kiss the sunrise. And your heart sails clear to horizon, kiss the sunrise. When you dream of a taste of the bitter herb, kiss the sunrise. And your heartbeat is weak and uneven, kiss the sunrise. When your boat springs a leak and the water begins to pour in, you’re bailing and frightened and wondering what you did wrong. Do the right thing and then fail and then do the right thing again.Aand now we dance in the sunlight. And now we open the windows to drink in humid summer. Remember water on skin. Evaporate, Victoria. It’s been a long dark night of intolerance, drink the sunlight. And the morning is bringing new challenges, drink the sunlight. The daylight will feed our worst enemies, drink the sunlight. But the daylight is home of our rainbows, drink the sunlight.
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Alu Au Gratin
06:08
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The Road Is the Gold
04:31
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Sound is my occupation, a road of new sensations, a road with no destination. The road is the gold. Love is my occupation, a road of shared elations, a road with no destination. The road is the gold. Cutting through jungle, deep inside my mind. Do you really care? Seeing into me, sharing me in sound is its own reward. Gold is the great diversion. The gift is the great excursion, to live in sound immersion. The road is the gold. Power grows within, fame and glory, mirages. Happiness within, fame and glory, mirages. Crossing desert, questioning my heart: I do this for me. Seeing into you, hearing your heartbeat, this I really need. Sound is my occupation, a road of new sensations, a road with no destination. The road is the gold.
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One Way Ticket
04:17
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Lift your hands and reach for the sky. Test your arms, baby try to fly. Don’t let the crazy ride pass you by. It’s a one way ticket, baby. Dig all the green life under the sky. Trip on the flowers by the roadside. Don’t let the crazy ride pass you by. It’s a one way ticket, baby. It’s so easy to never slow down, it’s so easy to never speed up. Work hard and play hard, feel alright. One hope, one dream. Taste all the spices come from the ground. Lick all the sweetness and cream to be found, so many flavors and herbs all around. Touch every human in just the right place. Touch this one’s mind, touch that one’s face. Give with your heart and take with grace. It’s a one way ticket, baby. Break away from the paper trail. Go over the wall of the workaday jail. Give and take baby, it’s alright. One hope, one dream.
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The Kicking Game
04:59
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Remember the kicking game, remember the goal line game and all the games that we used to play. Remember the goal line and the funny voices. Remember the trees we pretended were mountains. Remember the hayloft at the stable. I was the older one, I made the rules. My imagination was on fire, but I had to be the king of the hill. Oh how I needed your admiration. Emotional bombs exploding around our heads. I know sometimes I hurt you, my brother. Still I led us down some fine fantasy lanes, places where we knew only each other. We grew older, we shared our fears. We grew older, we shared our dreams. We grew older, we shared music and trips. You were the younger one, a little bit lost. My ambition was on fire. You were the place from which I dared to jump. Oh how I needed your confirmation. Emotional guns firing in our minds. We fought back together, my brother. Allies of the heart and of the eyes, no blood thicker in the sea. The kicking game. Time separated us to different coasts. Life introduced us to new partners. You don’t need me to find your way, but I still want your true connection. Emotional firecrackers in my brain as I see the seasons change, my brother. I don’t want to make the rules anymore. No blood thicker in the vein, the kicking game.
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Spiritual Junkfood
03:47
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Church of Betty Brooklyn, New York
New York City's long running progressive world chamber rock ensemble performs innovative pop with rock band, sitar, bassoon, string orchestra and a chorus of soaring voices. "Brilliant" - Billboard "Irresistible" - New York Times
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