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BOB MARLEY NATURAL MYSTIC

There's a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear
This could be the first trumpet
Might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One and all got to face reality now

Though I try to find the answer
To all the questions they ask
Though I know it's impossible
To go living through the past
Don't tell no lie
There's a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
Can't keep them down
If you listen carefully now you will hear
Such a natural mystic
Blowing through the air

This could be the first trumpet
Might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
There's a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
I won't tell no lie
If you listen carefully now, you will hear
There's a Natural Mystic blowing through the air

Such a Natural Mystic, blowing through the air
There's a Natural Mystic, blowing through the air
Such a Natural Mystic, blowing through the air
Such a Natural Mystic, blowing through the air
Such a Natural Mystic, blowing through the air

Above&Beyond-stealing time

I'm stealing time from my own life..
all the hours that God sents.
My future is a valentine
stolen in the perfect crime.
And as the hours go flashing by
I'm winding down the windows
and I know I'm living out of line
but with a blazing smile I'll die...

PATTI SMITH DANCING BAREFOOT


She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he

Here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me...?
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine

She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He, who is chosen by she

Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me...?
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine

She is re-creation
She, intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she ...

Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
'Til I lose my sense of gravity...
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine

(Oh god I fell for you...)

The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
Grave visitations, what is it that calls to us?
Why must we pray screaming? Why must not death be redefined?
We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms, and whirl on a pane of glass
An affixation a fix on anything, the line of life the limb of a tree
The hands of he and the promise
that she is blessed
among women.

(Oh god I fell for you...)

and many more..