Many may come and go so you know that
the few who hang around are bound
to be the ones you've got the most
to learn from
Perhaps you're riding the same wave
Maybe you've found a similar place to stay
In this good life
only you can decide
Every day you're faced with a question
and it's really up to you what you're gonna do
Will you choose the right thing?
Will you choose the wrong thing?
I guess that's really why I sing, if only to prove
if I can do it, so can you
You can pull the right string
you can let the song sing.
*Namaste stirrin' up the cosmos, crazy like tornado juice
callin' all the kind souls together for a party
We haven't even gotten started yet
Cos' what we give away is what we're gonna get
**I'm hearing pictures and seeing sound, I'm lookin' around
and I can feel the vibe that you're givin' away
I can't remember your name, but I know your soul
and you can join me any time I smoke a bowl.
Must you really be so ordered and precise?
I think a little bit of chaos is nice
It's good to keep your balance and your cool
but every now and then I'm dizzy like a fool
no matter how hard I try to be decent
I've got to release it
it's a little difficult to transcend
when you live in the lion's den.
One thing to know and another to act on
the knowledge you posess
down the corridor another door opens as
the door behind you closes
maybe two doors...
maybe more...
I wonder if you'll be able to answer
when they ask you what you came here for...
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I'm looking down but I can't seem to find the ground
my awareness seems to float in the funky sound
the wheel spinnin' in my head is shooting sparks
castin' light, illuminating the darkness...
(guitar solo)
Here we go, takin' another trip through inner space
Time-lapse vision and we're leavin' a light trace
traveling faster and farther than the ones before
we never stumble, we're just in through the out door
what's more, we're leavin' our insanity behind and
we don't bother checkin', cos we always know the time
Another messenger, a new sunrise,
I bet you wonder why nobody ever rocks it like...
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©James Maloney 1997